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Gods in a New Age

Gods in a New Age

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Immortal Gods have been ruling over the world of Lorgaine for centuries. Times have changed but the all powerful deities remain ever watchful as they push their own ends. <>Full on Characters, Check back for Chapter 2 Announcements.<>

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Introduction

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The world of Lorgaine, home to magic, monsters, courage and deceit. It is here, the cradle of life was nurtured by the gods. Immortal beings with nearly limitless powers, each deity holds sway of a select few portfolios of power. It is with these portfolios that they all worked together to forge something spectacular. Lorgaine itself was something of special magnificence. Expanses of stunning oceans of crystalline blue water. Towering mountains that score the clouds with their icy peaks. Fields of green that stretch across rolling hills as far as the eye can see. Dense forests with canopies so thick the sun never touches the ground. This environment was wonderful but even in those early days the gods knew it required more, it needed life. So animals were born, simple creatures who knew how to survive, how to hunt, how to forage and how to run. This was a good start but still not enough so The Moderator stepped forward.

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The Moderator is the oldest, the God of the Gods. It is the Moderator who governs all, even the other immortals. He is the balance of all things, not for god or for evil and but for neutrality. This enigmatic being rarely speaks, rarely directly influences events except in times of great change. This was such a time, the birth of intelligent life. The Moderator reached out a hand lifted three objects from Lorgaine. A leaf, a stone and piece of molten rock.

The leaf was the first. Beautiful, elegant, full of life and change. It is from this leaf that The Moderator created the race of Elves. Like that leaf Elven kind are blessed with beauty and grace. As leaves change through the season yet their trees can last for lifetimes The Moderator bestowed upon Elves the gift of long life allowing them to live for centuries and barely age a day. As the leaf was organic and part of nature so too would be the Elves. Elven kind would ever be children of the forest and the meadows. Inherently good they would be a force of light, love and compassion in the world of Lorgaine.

The molten rock was the second. Blackened from great heat the searing fire could still be felt within it. Lava flow was a force so destructive it was unfathomable and it was with thoughts of such destruction that The Moderator created the race of Orcs. And so the Orcish Horde was born in that moment, a race of green skinned, savage, bloodthirsty brutes. Like the fire that birthed them they think only to consume and to destroy. The would become a tidal wave of death and chaos that would seek to sweep across Lorgaine and pillage everything in their path. The Moderator gifted to the savages strength and resilience abound as well as a blood rage that would give them a fire of spirit to spur the horde to victory after victory.

Finally was the simple stone. An object of resolve and unrelenting strength. With stone was the potential to build as well as to destroy. The Moderator breathed life into his final creation, his favored. The race of Humans. Humanity would be the catalyst, the one race totally independent of an alignment or solitary cause. They would grow and build, becoming the most numerous race on Lorgaine. Their potential for good as well as evil was astounding and it was because the choice was left to the individual that to The Moderator they were perfect. Beings that not even a Gods influence held sway over, their lives were their own and so balance could be swayed this way and that on a whim of the people.

With the creation of humanity The Moderator retreated into the cosmos never to be heard from again. The governing of the world was left to the remaining Gods and Goddesses. Times have changed since the beginning in this world of magic and steel. Technology has become a driving force while magic still held sway in the world. Many have begun to fuse the two to create such wonders it is hardly possible to imagine. Countless more races have been created by the other gods which have spread across all corners of Lorgaine. The forces of Good and Evil continue their eternal struggle for power as the ages pass by. The world has become one of swords as well as guns, magic as well as technology, myth as well as innovation.

Our story begins now as the Gods and Goddesses that have shed their influence across all of Lorgaine meet in the Hall of Immortals as they have done every thousand years. In an attempt to see that the race of immortals remains somewhat united in their duty to guide the world and it's inhabitants the gods have made this meeting mandatory to all of their kin. Evil and good gods alike meet to discuss current events, future and past endeavors, as well as to meet and greet any new immortals recently born.

This is where you will begin, as a God or Goddess. You will attend this meeting of immortals as a returning deity or a newly born being. Your power is all and only rivaled by your kin. None is more powerful than another, though all have their areas of expertise. Gods who hold sway over areas of combat for example would be considerably more dangerous in a fight than one of love or beauty. The only ultimate power in the verse is The Moderator (me) who at anytime can rip a God out of existence and cast them into oblivion should they seek to upset the balance to such a degree that Lorgain would crumble. Now that doesn't mean The Moderator will step in if evil gains control of the whole planet for in time good will fight back and retake it as is the cycle of things. No, The Moderator only would appear if and when The Gods upset the flow of events through time.

List of Elder Immortals

Arabella Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Innocence

Alahya Goddess of Music & Art

Corallium Goddess of Fate and Temptation

Revan Thanatos God of Punishment, Vengeance, Justice, Fear

Librus God of Knowledge, Scholarly Pursuits, and Enchantment

Athena Goddess of War and Order

Eris Goddess of Insanity/Madness&Chaos

Tché God of Rebellion and Revolution

Katergaris, The Trickster God

The Triumvirate

List of New Immortals

Sargon, Lord of the Hunt

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-One God character permitted per writer, mortal character limitless.

-Be courteous and respectful to fellow writers.

-This is an advanced level rp, illiteracy will not be tolerated or accepted.

-Romance is fine but keep it classy.

-I will be playing the role of The Moderator in order to effect IC issues that may arise OOC. Expulsion of characters for example will be handled by The Moderator. His power is ultimate and beyond being questioned.

-One God cannot undo to the work of another. You can destroy a Gods city or creation but not simply will it to cease to exist. As Moderator I will be supervising these events closely.

-The big two ie God/Goddess of Good/Evil will not be first come first serve roles. They will go the most well suited. Reservations for these characters will not be accepted. Simply send in your CS and I will make my decision. All other God portfolios are first come first serve.

-Due to the nature of this rp I will only accept characters who take serious approaches to their gods, portfolios, and motivations. God of pancakes for example will be laughed at and ignored.

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Bandit Camp, Bardin Road

The group of strangers stood scattered across the camp. Bloodied, battered, and scarred with weapons hanging from their hands looked around at the death. Countless bandits lay dead soaked in their own blood, arrows protruded from throats and chests, and scorch marks dotted the landscape. Slowly the strangers wandered towards one another.

"I thank you friends, if not for your appearance I know not what would have befallen us" Erik said nodding in approval to the others. He and his sister Khalan carried some minor scrapes and cuts, but looked no worse for wear.

Elyssia smiled "Your welcome, we had seen the fires and hoped to simply put an end to their raids. Looks like we came at a most fortunate time"

"You both fight with skill and courage" Richard said, his armor held some minor scorch marks where Ambers fire had barely missed him "We could use blades like yours at our sides. That is if you are not already obligated elsewhere"

Khalan smiled "I kind gesture" she looked to her brother, then back at the companions "But we have duties of our own to follow. Our destiny guides us upon a different path"

"A shame then" Elyssia smiled "I would have enjoyed a new pair of faces. If your travels take you towards Tharlamor, we would be obliged to accompany you. From there we may split ways"

Erik noticed the markings upon the armor these companions wore, each with something resembling a wolf. Could it be. Tharalmor, a group of five companions. The Dread Wolf had given them instructions to join up under the banner of a new queen. But were these the companions he spoke of? Was this Elyssia to be his queen? He stepped forward "By chance where does your path take you after Tharlamor?"

"North" Eva said bringing the groups horses, which the companions quickly mounted

Erik took a gamble "To embrace me is to embrace eternity, to shun me...." he waited

Gaius, still cloaked in his dark armor gazed at the man, after a pause he spoke "Is to become my prey"

Erik and Khalan smiled "By the Dread Wolf. It appears that our paths take us to the same destiny" the two dug their blades into the earth and took a knee "We are at your command Lady Elyssia"

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Thornwrath, Temple City of the Dread Wolf

Sargon stood within the war hall of his most treasured city of the mortal world. Originally a mighty temple built to his honor, a massive fortress city had sprung up around it. It was from here that he would command his mortal forces, though small in numbers, their skills and prowess would prove their strength. As he overlooked the map, his generals entered the room and circled the table. As he watched the North, still shrouded from his brothers and sisters view by his own magic, remained hidden. This magic did not come without a price, it steadily drained him each day, not enough to affect his physical power but his magic was hampered. He smiled as the silver that represented the Dragonborn slowly grew, and the blue was still in strength.

"What news?" Sargon asked his mortal commanders

"The Order of the Wolf has brought the full force of its chapters my Lord" one spoke "They have reinforced all five temple cities"

"The Guardians make their way to the cities now, sparse raids upon orc tribes where they can" another spoke

"The Wolves remain watching as ordered my liege. No sign of Lord Revan or his foul followers" another said

Sargon nodded "Good. We need our forces ready, if Revan choses to follow his path" Sargon had not always seen eye to eye with Revan, especially after the death of his brother. Yet over the past few days the Lord of the Hunt had sought reason, chosing to see the world through Revans eyes and come to understand the Lord of Justice.

Brother, I know you and I have not always been upon the same side. Nor have we chosen to agree at any time. I have held hate for you since the death of my brother, this you know. But I cannot allow that hate to blind me with rage any longer. I do not seek your downfall brother, your death would do not but invite chaos and destruction into this world. I have opened my eyes to see that which you do, and there must be action taken to cleanse humanity. But please Revan, seek reason, there must be another way that we can shape mortality. Do not split our house......

His words were his own, yet they could echo within the realms of the gods. Sargon, Lord of the Hunt, the Dread Wolf who had once chosen any side that opposed the destruction of mortality.....was now neutral within this conflict of the gods.....to which side he fell was to his siblings fate.

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Menoth said she knew very little of him?

No! The fact was that Menoth knew little of War.

Even the Mortals understood that when a battle was to ensue, all lifted their swords to fight. No matter who they maybe, Farmers, Medics, Scholars, even Priests. This was no different for the Gods.

By and by, those whom refused to pick a side would be banished down to purgatory for their cowardice to suffer until the end days . . .

"No Menoth." Corallium said chillingly to the air where he had been "You're wrong, when war calls, no one is spared the fight. Not even you . . . "

Alas, it mattered little to her now. Time and Fate would force even the hands of the most pacifistic of men, Menoth was no different no matter what he wished to believe. It was of little concern to her now.

Hmm . . . Time to make another call . . . Corallium's lips curled wickedly but first she was feeling a little too severe she decided looking down at herself. It would not do, not at all . . . At least not the company she would be joining.

With naught but the thought firmly in her mind, the black garbs she had adorned began to fall off of her body in large clumps disappearing before they hit the ground and in it's place a lighter lacy material took form swishing all the way past her ankles and heeled feet to form a new gown.

Making Corallium appear every inch the Temptation she was.



“So what do you think? Could this be tied to what is occurring now or is it just a dream?”

The dour voice filled with concern echoed lightly in the open air. Corallium's irreclaimable smile widened.

“Dreams, can oft times be related to the here and now . . . Then again, they could be nothing more then how much you give them credence.”

Corallium stated with a playful air as she strolled into the grand hall, making her presence known. The sounds of her heels and her leisurely strides reverberated through the large open room. Both Athena and Arabella turned in surprise to the intruder.

“It appears to me dear sister you have been wool-gathering . . . Have you not?”

Coral teased as she stopped in front of the pair, skirts swishing as she held her hands behind her back.

“Ladies . . .” She ventured with a slight nod of her head when neither women offered no greetings of their own or so much as a hello.

Their avid dislike of her was palpable. Coral could almost taste it in the air. It had a bitter, metallic taste . . . much like Gods Blood, she imagined.

Curiosity burned in their gazes. Athena's stare filled more with cold suspicion, Arabella's mild conjecture. No doubt wondering what on earth she was doing here.

All in good time . . .

“Oh! My apologies.” Insincerity thick in her honeyed voice. “Hope I wasn't interrupting anything important.”

Corallium smiled unrepentantly showing pearly white teeth.

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Arabella paused a moment after listening intently to Athena’s description of her dream. She figured that there had to be a significant tie to what had happened earlier with the battle between the two Immortals. She started pacing around the room trying to gather her thoughts all into one explanation, but it seemed to be far more difficult to put into words what exactly she thought of the dream.

Arabella ran her delicate hand through her fine blond strands of hair and sighed trying to think. It must’ve been a sight for some Gods, seeing Arabella actually ponder something with such passion to figure it out, because even though she had beauty and power on her side, her innocence was what made her look entirely weak and simple to the others. It made her seem less reliable or intelligent than the others, which she was not.

Arabella caught herself drifting from the matter at hand and shook her head to clear her mind of her faults. She looked up and snapped out of her trance. Arabella looked right at Athena and walked up to her looking concerned. “I believe your dream had a significant tie to your previous battle with Revan. Being the one who was able to taste his power full on, you knew how dangerous he’d be to yourself and the rest of us. However I think the young boy in your dream is indeed, metaphorically of course, Revan. But the sister is everyone else, and when he trys to cross the bridge to power, we will all try to persuade him to come back and defeat him but in the end he will get whatever it is he wants. But not before he throws the world and the bridge into chaos. The bridge is the bond between all the Immortals and when Revan crosses it…He will most likely start a deadly war of the Gods.” Arabella sighed in dismay. She seemed to be having a vision into the future as she spoke her mind about the dream and suddenly was snapped out of it. She felt weird, almost tired and then she heard a voice.

Arabella turned around to see another of their sisters walking quite casually up to them. Arabella could almost see the confidence and arrogance radiating off of the Goddess. Arabella knew she had to be careful of what she said around the Temptress, she was not stupid. Arabella knew that the Goddess had a thing with Revan and he was just using her to help his cause a bit. However Arabella could feel her eyes turn a light pink shade, of innocence, of normality. She smiled at the Goddess when she acknowledged their presense and Arabella bowed her head slightly to Corall. “Hello, sister. Besides the fact of wanting to poke fun at a dream, what brings you here, friend? “ Arabella asked kindly and hoped the goddess hadn’t heard anything about the conversation about the dream and of its real importance. If she knew the dreams real meaning, Athena would be the first to fall to Revan.

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Corallium had cheered for Revan from the start of the duel to the end. It was she who stood before Athena to stop Revan's bloody execution and the kiss she gave Revan soon afterwards had not gone unnoticed. Enough for the War Maiden to know she fancied him and enough for her to assume Coral had helped Revan disappear. Now whether she helped him because he tricked her or if she volunteered to be his puppet was still a mystery to Athena, one that she was trying to solve right now. The Goddess eyed the Lady of Fate in hope of getting some clue as to where Coral's allegiance stood but she could not get any certainty from mere looks. This frustrated Athena but it also gave her an idea. Corallium probably assumed the Goddess of War thought she aided him in this but that was (least most likely) where it ended. Corallium knew not whether Athena thought her an agent of Revan or a poor victim of his trickery. So if Athena put up an act, maybe Corallium would fall for it and accidently give hints to where she stood.

"Pup I am no fool...". Athena started as she stood from her throne, removing her helmet from her head and letting it sit on her seat of power. "You need not act nor do you need to lie to us in order to save your ego, I could care less for such a thing.".

Athena now approached to Lady Fate, her face revealing nothing till she were right infront of her. "You helped him, I know.".

The War Maiden suddenly place her arms around her youngest sister, Coralium, pulled her in, and hugged her. " That bastard tricked you with his honeyed words but fear not pup, I care not for the damage you have done.".

Athena released her but kept her hands on her shoulders, her dark brown eyes fixed on Coral's. "You are here, in my Sanctum, where you are safe! That is all I care for...".

Athena gave Corallium a warm, welcoming smile. "And fear not, I shall not let him do harm to any of you.".

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"Well, no sense in sitting around without the others. Shall we send for them?" Asked of her as he stood, holding his staff close for support.

"I know I'm keeping you from your duties brother, but I think it best if you stay a little while longer. So that we can decide on our course of action as one, rather than adding our say in dribs and drabs." Indris turns and walks into each of the Alcoves, carefully inspecting each one in turn till they are filled with an otherworldly glow.

"Hear me sister, dear Athena. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. Your counsel is sought, as is your strength"

Next she reaches an alcove with a heart carved into the wall at its centre with a single white rose floating before it, and gently cups the flower in her hands as she whispers to it softly

"Hear me sister, dear Arabella. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. Your calming love for the world is dearly needed."

This alcove was filled with swirling spirals of vividly dark colours, clashing within a vortex of visuals which swapped and changed in seconds without fully manifesting. At it's heart was a black star, the eight pointed star of chaos incarnate. Indris lightly wrapped her long slender fingers around it.

"Hear me sister, Eirs. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. We need to heal our rift sister, and deal with what troubles us all."

The next alcove was filled with the faint howls of voices in argument and disagreement, each roaring to be heard over the other, and the walls are covered in handprints and words marking their view in this sea. At the heart beneath a pair of crossed axes is a singular handprint in blood placed in the middle of a triangle. Indris frowns slowly as she places her own hand above that of her brothers.

"Hear me brother, Tché I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss."

She entered an almost empty alcove, smoothed walls without any of the trappings that the others had held, save the same altar upon which the symbols of import had rested. And a smile curved Indris' lips as she stepped to one side and caused a faint gust of dusty air to enter. The moment it did the small altar became drenched in water and flour and a stone at the back spun to reveal a circle of metal with a grinning face engraved upon it.

"Hear me brother, Katergaris. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. And if you could refrain from performing tricks upon myself till this matter is concluded it would be a great favour to me."

Then at last she entered a darkened alcove, with a warm musty feel to it. Furs and antlers hung on the wall and a wolf's skull stood at its heart, two rubies red eyes glittering from its empty sockets. Indris softly caresses the smooth bone before speaking to its master.

"Hear me brother, Young Sargon. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss."

She steps back from this final summons and takes her place at the table, awaiting the answers to her call. She decided that she would greet the others then bring Corallium into the mix, as while the others would usually have issue with each other she knew that this sister had a tendency to cause more rifts than even dear Eris.




“"No Menoth.” Corallium said chillingly to the air where he had been “You're wrong, when war calls, no one is spared the fight. Not even you . . .” He smiled to himself as her last words filtered through to him as he made his way through the dark chambers of his realm. Howling beasts, for they were no longer men, threw themselves at the bars of their cages as he walked past, his clawed hands reaching out to toy with some of the more vicious ones.

"It will certainly be an interesting day for us, if the world is consumed in fire and death then I wonder if the balance will be tipped or completely restored."



"This where your take your rightful place for it is you who should be standing by my side as we save the world"

He'd listened to his brother's ravings, his face set and unmoving as he'd felt his heart sink slightly as he heard what he planned.

"I said I would give you a moment and this I have done brother." He closes the gap so that they are only a few feet apart, his hand resting upon the hilt of his sword has tightened as he was speaking. "Have you given any thought that bringing them back into the world could wake Torum as well? That they would summon him back from the edge of existence?" He shakes his head slowly and walks around his brother, keeping an even distance "I understand your pain at the state of the world but is the slaughter of your kin, your brothers and sisters truly the way to see it fixed? By drowning not only Lorgraine but all existence in the blood of gods the only solution? If they die I will guide them like I do all others but this seems folly. I stood at your side when we overthrew the old ones and I would do so again but I can't stand by and watch their release. The mortals may be deserving of destruction but that is not may place to decide, mine is to judge their lives and decide if they are to be given another. I'm sorry but I cannot destroy the world of the living, no more than I could that of the dead. Balance in all things brother, remember that there must be a balance."

He gently tossed a single silver coin in the air between them both, one side a pair of skeletal scales and the other a grinning skull, its arc is high and uninterrupted.

"The choice of slaughter is yours brother, I would ask you to find another way to bring justice to the world but you're set on this course and I will not allow their release." He bowed slowly to Revan, his cold blue eyes locking onto his brothers.



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Thornwrath

As Sargon spoke to his generals and officers, he felt a sudden pull at his very being. Then the voice entered his mind..

"Hear me brother, Young Sargon. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss."

Sargon looked to his generals, all of which were used to their gods body language. They gave him a nod, signalling they would handle his affairs while he tended to the needs of immortals. Sargon smiled at his men's loyalty as he let the ethereal pull of his sisters voice pull him to the Hall of the Triuvirate....
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Hall of Triuvirate

A chill entered the Hall of the Triuvirate, followed by the howls of wolves. A common signal that the God of the Hunt was near, as soon as the gods breath was seen on the air did the Dreadwolf appear. The form of a massive silver wolf, he padded his way towards the Gods. Upon reaching Indris, the wolf nudged its massive muzzle and head under Indris hand, showing the only affection he has ever had for another immortal. He padded over to his shrine, where his body began to change into that of his immortal form, a stout young warrior clad in Black Rock Steel, a silver broadsword attached to his hip. He touched the altar "Impressive" he muttered

His eyes flashed a quick silver as his vision traveled to that of his son and daughter, of his people's queen and the city of Tharlamor "Good" he smiled. Things were in motion...

He turned and walked to the table "Indris" he nodded "Libirus. What have you need of me. I'm sure a meeting of our kin is far more important than what I could possibly due to help" his words had venom, many meetings Sargon had been shut out due to his youth, and this would be no exception. He hated most of his kin, all save Indris.

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As Revan Thanatos listened to the words spoken by his brother the fire within him began to take light. It sparked and each word uttered blew more life into it. The anger of a brother scorned was not one to be underestimated. Revan was more than angry, he was disappointed, he was hurt, he felt betrayed. To betray the God of Vengeance was no idle feat, Kelmor was either mad or unfathomably brave. Which Revan cared little now for as he watched his brother toss the coin in the air it seemed as if time had slowed. The Judge of the Dead and the Lord of Justice locked eyes as their hands went to their weapons.

Kelmor's face was one of resignation and determination, while Revan's features showed his lusty anger and eerie glee at the bloodshed to come. The coin spun in the air as the snarls and groans from the cage of the Old Ones filled the hall. The two brothers blood slowed as their both steeled themselves for what was to come. The coin reached the zenith of it's ascent and Revan spoke.

"So be it..."

Revan said darkly, his voice full of wicked intent. In the next moment he was consumed in shadow as his form darted for his kin. His rune blade was ripped from it's sheath in the fraction of a second it took to reach Kelmor and the blade was brought down, ready to cleave the Judge of the Dead in twain. Revan was one of the finest swordsmen in existence, second only to Athena. Both knew Kelmor was no match for him in a stand up fight. Kelmor would have to fight smart and put Revan down quickly if he had any hope of leaving this chamber alive.

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Corallium bristled once more at being called pup by Athena, but she said not a word. She would get hers soon enough and it would be at her own hands!

Instead, Corallium hugged her so called sister back, tears spilling from her eyes and then pushed out of the embrace dramatically giving Athena her back.

"Oh Athena!" She cried falsely. "I do not deserve your kind words sister. I was wrong! So very wrong and what I did was unforgivable."

Turning sharply she stalked back to where Athena stood and grasped the War Maiden's upper arms in her hands.

The immediate future suddenly flashed through Corallium's mind. Her ire blazed into a bonfire of flames. It would appear Indris had called a meeting in her lair and had invited everyone except her! Well! Corallium thought in bitterness. She never needed an invitation to turn up where so ever she pleased!

Indris indeed . . .

However for now she must deal with the matter at hand first.

"But you must believe me sister, I did not do it on purpose. I swear to the Moderator I was . . . I was tricked." Coral stated adamantly before she began to sob again.

"That treacherous beast!" She spat in cold fury in-between sobs. "He spoke sweet words of love to me and told me he wanted to change! And the fool that I am, I believed him and thought I could help him . . . Change him! How was I to know he was a fraud! A liar! A lecher!"

With an inner smile Coral wondered how Revan would take to know she was cursing him to the high heavens. No doubt, he would find it greatly amusing. How she missed his wicked smile . . . She wondered how he was fairing? And more so with a little vexation, what the devil he was up to?!?

She did not like being left out!

Suddenly turning hauntingly gray red rimmed eyes to lock with Athena's Corallium swore loyalty.

"I swear sister I will help you anyway I can . . . Alas, I only fear I cannot tell you much about Lord Justice's disappearance. Though I was there I thought him meditating . . . trying to find peace within himself . . . but obviously I was sorely mistaken."

Casting her gaze down in repentance Corallium spoke in a very child like voice, sniffling while silent tears streamed down the apples of her pale cheeks.

"W-will you truly not let him harm me?"

Turning a gravely innocent gaze upon her sister . . .

"I'm scared . . ."

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Eris was in the midst of taking a bubble bath, watching from her chaotic home the events that began to unravel hidden agendas. Her eyes were full of mirth at the sight of Corallium crying and cursing out Revan for tricking her "oh dear little sister had he done so I would have known and I see that you lie but ah well let Athena deal with you as she pleases" a wolfish smile played at her lips.

Then a voice interrupted her envisioning the coming chaos that would soon follow Revan as let his monsters free, hand in hand with her son Abaddon . . .

"Hear me sister, Eirs. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. We need to heal our rift sister, and deal with what troubles us all."

Her smile was replaced with a frown as she thought whether or not she should listen to Indris's beckoning voice. With a simple shrug Eris clapped her hands lightly, her bath disappeared. Now wearing a maroon sleeveless dress that showed her bare shoulders, Eris held in her hand a goblet full of Chaos and took a sip of it, while in her other she held a golden apple, letting it roll away from her. She kept her eyes glue to the apple as it rolled away from her, until it teetered at the edge of her realm and fell to the earth below.

The apple of Discord landed and bounced along the floor of the hall Indris and Sargon were in, only stopping, at her sister’s feet, only to be picked up by a small white hand. “Well what do we have here? Dirtying my apple with your disgusting floor Indris. Te hee I’m only playing witcha” a smile could be seen from behind the shadow created by the hood of her jacket that was adorned with cat ears and went down to her knees. Eris was in her Madness form, taking on the appearance of a small girl, purple hair peeked out from the hood that obscured her face from view save for her smile and mad filled eyes.

“so why have you called me Indris” Eris tossed the golden apple into the air, her insane grin grew wider with each toss.

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Laughter shamelessly reverberated throughout the smoke-filled room, as Tché rose his glass to the speaker before downing its contents once again. “And yet my friend, somehow I doubt even a Siren could bring a Novgordian and a Livian to the same inn.” The god’s large-bellied host slurped into his own glass as he failed to repress his amusement. Tché smiled at the man, not for the first time admiring the benefits of godhood: namely the incredible difficulty of intoxicating oneself – although he had achieved the feat on a number of occasions. This would, unfortunately, not be one of them. Dage Georsan was a man well known within the higher circles of society, and more often than not for his lavishly thrown balls and celebratory parties; although a few would know him better for his ownership of one of the largest weapons manufacturers in all of the human kingdoms. Georsan had inherited Georsan and Sons’ from his father, a true entrepreneur who had not only built the organisation from a small merchant company to the industrial juggernaut it was today, but who had also pushed forward legislation that opened the doors to the capitalism and the establishing of corporate power that to this day drove the human kingdoms higher and higher. It would be no exaggeration to say that he was one of the visionaries who reaped the rewards of the industrial revolution and one of its greatest proponents; and Tché would not hesitate to claim some responsibility for that. In return for a little expert advice as to where the next big conflict would spark, Tché and Georsan and Sons’ had entered into a fruitful partnership. Tché created the demand, and the Georsans provided the supply, and if a few shipments went off the books, who would argue with the sounds of profit? It was one such relationship that Tché maintained with his mortal followers; the God believed that the mortal world should as far as possible be kept within a closed loop - self-sustainable without too much reliance on its deities – unlike some of his kin who seemed to far prefer willing things willy-nilly into existence. “So Dage, I can count on you to assist me in this matter?” The young man impatiently brushed aside Tché’s concerns as he greedily plucked at the dish presented to him by one of the more curved serving girls, although his attention seemed to be on anything but the food. Sighing, the God couldn’t help but reminisce; the man was little like his pioneering father and had chosen to surround himself in the luxuries of his status and wealth, leaving the day to day running of his assets to those beneath him. Since the passing of Georsan senior Tché had been steadily separating himself from the corporation, and he doubted it would last for Dage’s sons the way it was being run. Alas, it suited his purposes. The god clicked his fingers in front of the man’s face to draw his attention back to the matter at hand and away from the girl’s retreating form. “Yes, yes. I’ve been informed that the deliveries are proceeding smoothly. The Greenskin are quite the market, but the profits – or so I’ve been told – are particularly lucrative, although I wouldn’t put my money on this Sulgha fellow: too few in number if you ask me.” Tché made a sound that seemed to subtly imply that he had not, as he poured the last of the vintage. The god was hardly listening any more as he felt his mind pulled away: "Hear me brother, Tché I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss." Well, that’s an interesting trick. Tché recognised the voice of Indris, one did not easily forget a member of the Triumvirate, and he wondered if this had anything to do with whatever Thanatos had gotten up to. Either way he was curious, and even an immortal tried to stay friendly with the Gods of the Dead. Placing the half-finished glass on the table, Tché stood up and began to make his way to the door “A pleasure as always Dage, wish you the best!” Dage hastily waved away the God, far too engrossed in the smiling girl whom he had just drawn into his lap, “No, no don’t get up: I’ll leave you to it and show myself out.” Tché grimaced as he stepped through to Indris’ domain, pathetic.

Tché closed the door behind him as he glanced over the room. In its centre was a large table, and already it was surrounded by a number of his brothers and sisters. The God nodded in greeting to his siblings, quickly coming to the conclusion that this would be a meeting of all of his kin. Tché raised an eyebrow as his gaze settled on the altar closest to him, immediately recognising the design of the somewhat extravagant shrine, before turning to his sister. “I’m honoured, truly Indris, to have a follower of such stature, although I must admit I haven’t heard any of your prayers as of late. Nice to see you so soon again too Librarian, although I must admit I fear this isn’t a mere social gathering?” Librus seemed to be deeply concerned, a furrowed brow indicative of the worry that appeared to consume the God. Tché frowned; anything that so alarmed and drained the mind of the God of Knowledge would prove to be ill news indeed. The other two Gods in the hall drew extra attention from the God of Rebellion; he didn’t trust either of them as far as he could throw them - not that he thought any less of them because of it. Eris was, well Eris, as Goddess of Chaos and Madness to not distrust her would be an affront to her nature, and Sargon constantly seemed to be hiding something; in fact, the weight that seemed to constantly press on the man’s shoulders hinted at many things. The God let out a sigh, he’d find out soon enough. Walking forward, Tché took his place at the table before leaning back into the solid stone chair resigned to await the arrival of others and get some answers for what danger has befallen Lorgaine.

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As the white lady stepped back from the last icon of her siblings she heard a voice from the darkened shadows and turned "Indris" Sargon nodded towards her and their other brother "Libirus. What have you need of me. I'm sure a meeting of our kin is far more important than what I could possibly due to help" Indris smiled faintly and gestured towards a seat carved and designed in a fitting manner for the god. ”Please be seated Sargon, we have a matter to discuss.”

“so why have you called me Indris” From the other side of the room Eris had materialised within the hall her smile devious and wide as she slowly and leisurely tossed her golden apple into the air. Indris turned to her sister and nodded her head in a slight bow of respect ”Greetings Eris, welcome. Please take a seat while we wait for the others to arrive. We have an important issue to discuss, all of us."

Her voice was answered by a resounding crash as the large doors to the chamber were closed behind the new arrival. “I’m honoured, truly Indris, to have a follower of such stature, although I must admit I haven’t heard any of your prayers as of late. Nice to see you so soon again too Librarian, although I must admit I fear this isn’t a mere social gathering?”
Indris smiled wryily towards her brother and shook her head slowly, a faint chuckle escaping her lips ”I bid you welcome here Tché, and I am not your worshipper brother but I understand your role in our world is as needed as any other. Please, take a seat." She once more gestured towards a seat tailored to his tastes.

Sighing softly she looked to each of them in turn before speaking.
” I had hoped that all of us would be present when I began but the others will turn up in due time and I’m sure Coral already knows of this meeting and will be with us shortly. But yes, we need to bring Revan to justice, and by that I do not mean we seek to kill him. Even for all his crime Thantos is no less our kin, our flesh and blood. We must attempt to show him the error of his ways. I would have us stand together in this endeavour. What say you?"



"So be it..."

Kelmor heard Revan mutter, his voice twisted with intent as his form was wreathed in shadows. His runic blade was drawn and readied before he had even closed the gap between himself and Kelmor. The disappointment that filled the grey judges eyes seemed to narrow as he focused on the approaching attack, while his hand carefully and slowly draws his dull metallic blade; his fingers entwining with the skeletal hilt.

"You are tipping the balance brother."

He whispered softly, turning at the last moment, his sword spinning round into a defensive stance; barely deflecting the runic blade in a crack of sparks and invoking a roar of fury from his brother. In response his sword hacked through the air; cutting and slicing through the fabric of Kelmor's cloak till little more than wisping strands remained. As his cloak vanishes his torso is laid bare, the armoured plate that usually covers his body gone to better favour his mobility as the still air around them is whipped up in this duel. The darkened blade of Thantos is a force to be reckoned with and while Kelmor's stance repeatedly pulls him out of its reach it is not always in time, as with each clash of brothers his body feels its bite. The ground beneath them is stained with blood; deep, rich and dark.

He draws back further before spiralling in towards Revan his sword clasped tightly in both hands, his strike aimed into an uppercut through his brothers guard. A faint hint of futility seems to reside in his pale eyes for a moment as he stares at the creature his brother has become. Almost as damnable as the monsters he seeks to release upon the world.

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The duel of the brother gods was becoming more bloody and more brutal with each passing moment. Each move of Revan's blade was aimed to kill. Nothing was held back, Revan Thanatos sought blood this day. The Judge of The Dead fought admirably in his attempt to keep up with his murderous kin. The swordsmanship of Kelmor paled in comparison to that of his brother yet to his credit Kelmor did not yield, nor did he hesitate. He gave it his all and he surprised The Lord Vengeance with each step. Every time Kelmor's blade deflected that of Revan's his rage grew. The very idea that his inferior brother would even dare challenge him yet alone refuse to die was infuriating. Yet it was his words that seemed to enrage Revan all the more. He dared to say that it was Revan who tipped the balance.

"You know nothing of true balance brother!"

Revan roared as he brought his blade down, ready to split his brothers skull in two. The blow struck with such force that when Kelmor rose his blade to block it, he was dropped to a knee. In the next instant a blast of pure black ichor shot fourth from the cloud that was swarming around Revan and sent Kelmor flying backwards. Kelmor slammed into the wall and was quickly held enthralled as shadowy tendrils reached out to ensare his hands, legs and throat. Revan glared at him, sword in hand as he took several slow and purposeful steps toward him.

"Justice is balance Kelmor and therefore I am balance. The balance has swayed for centuries yet we have all been too weak to do what is necessary to correct it. I am the only one willing to plunge my hands in the filth to save this world."

He paused as he was now but an arms length from his ensared brother, all the while the black tendrils squeezing tighter and tighter around him.

"I should kill you, I should end your miserable life as penance for your crimes.... but... I think that would be to punish the hound with it not first learning it's lesson."

Those emerald eyes of Revan seemed to be searching for something only his eyes could see. It was a truly frightening sight for what one might take for madness what one could also see as the sharpest of clarity in the eyes of the Justice God.

"Yes... Yes you will watch as the world feels the cleansing fire of my influence. You will stand witness as your realm swells with the souls of all those not fit for my world, powerless to do anything but observe the coming of the new day. You will realize the folly of your actions and seek to grovel at my feet in shame and as you kneel amongst the ashes of the old world ... then and only then will you have my permission to die."

With that Revan turned from his brother as the darkness closed it's grip around him even tighter, forcing his head to turn and bear witness to Revan's deeds. Revan Thanatos strode the few steps to the cage of the Leviathan and withdrew the key from the folds of his cloak. The howls within began to hit a fever pitch as the denizens within the prison could feel the moment of their freedom was now at hand.

"And so I free you. Marking the beginnings of the end for this corrupt world."

With that Revan placed the key in the lock and turned it. The gate was now open and the mighty Leviathan whose power shaped the world in it's infancy were once again free. Their titanic power unleashed in all its unholy splendor. They poured out onto the world bringing death, chaos and destruction along with them. The world of men had not long now, Revan's plan was nearing it's zenith.

The storm that shot fourth from the cell in which held back the Leviathan cared not whom stood in it's path causing the Lord of Vengeance to act quickly. In an instant the black tendrils launched Kelmor at the fleeing monsters like a babe thrown to the wolves, granting Revan ample time to escape unscathed.

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Hear me brother, Katergaris. I stand in the halls of the Triumvirate and hold your symbol. I bid you visit me here, for we have a matter to discuss. And if you could refrain from performing tricks upon myself till this matter is concluded it would be a great favour to me. The words penetrated his mind as he hung upside down from his throne wondering what exactly it would be like to be turned into cheese.

Katergaris lept up attempting to raise from his chair. His footing betrayed him in his very own lair and he tripped landing on his face however due to this being His lair and not the mortal world, he merely bounced back up as if made of rubber. The Trickster God called out to seemingly no-one. "Jack! I want a new floor! And could you please take me to where I'm needed?" The next thing Katergaris knew he was being loaded into a catapult and launched at a blinding speed. The God burst into flame as he flew over Lorgaine looking like a comet passing over the cities as the smoke behind his shifted and formed a large smiling face in the sky. The comet shaped God traveled and arrived through means unknown to himself at the place he was summoned.

"Hello Everybody!!!!!!"

Katergaris shouted his greeting and he announcement that he'd arrived, completely ignorant of the fact that his Jester costume was slowly burning away showing more and more skin. The Trickster God didn't know why he was here and he didn't care, he was getting lonely all alone in his lair with only Jack for company.

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Sargon regrettably followed Indris' request. He moved to the designated chair, it was strange how his siblings had this knack for giving their own personnel views unto his alters. They think me a barbarian? He said pulling out his chair. He sat down while they waited for the others to arrive. He looked across at Librius, Eris, Tche, and Kategaris stood and sat about. After a brief moment, Sargon raised his hand. A slight shift in the air, and one of his spectral wolves stepped out from behind his chair. A ghostly manifestation with the appearance of condensed fog, but all to real to the touch. Sargon ran his hands through the creatures fur while he waited, while he thought of what carried out in the mortal world.....

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Denathor

It was here, where the southern most reaches of the North, and the most northern reaches of the mortal world came together. Past the Woodland Realm, upon the northern face of the Ebony Mountains. Beneath the green canopies of the forests, and upon a ridge that overlooked the expansion of land never before seen by man. Where the waters were crisp and clean, as crystal blue as the flawless amethyst. Where the forests and grasslands were lush and fertile, and creatures of all shape and size, moved about without restriction. It was upon this ridge that the dawns rays shed light, and from the forest emerged ten figures that shinned like beacons in the darkness of the world....

There they stood overlooking the new world that was to become their protectorate. This land untouched by corruption, deceit, and lies. Now gifted by the god Sargon, these Companions have become the champions of Denathor. Their armor and weapons forged by the immortal, their bodies honed by the hand of a god, and their souls infused with the spirits of ancestors. These Companions have become the greatest instrument of the Dread Wolf......they have become Wardens.

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Eris

The little girl snorted at the respect she received from her little sister. “Respect means nothing to me girl” drawing out girl as if it were a disease. But she did as she was told taking a seat where her altar was. Eris however didn’t go straight to where she had been directed too but rather decided to make a detour to explore her little altar.

“Oh pretty, I like what you’ve done to it all in the name for Madness and Glorious Chaos, no?” turning to look at Indris. Once again Eris’s form changed shape taking on the appearance of a young ample woman with a trident in hand. It was her Chaos form; a devious smile stretched her lips white teeth showing. Finally Eris sat down one le slid over the other while her upper body leaned back in her chair. Trident in hand Eris twirled it in her hands the Apple of Discord defying the law of gravity was placed precariously on the tip of the middle fork.

It looked just about to fall but it wasn’t going to unless it had too, which would often signal for Chaos to come forth. But what Indris said next surprised her to the point Eris choked on nothing but the air itself. “Ha you must either be stupid or your view of the world is still too innocent. Do you really think I would help you little sister. Then you must not know me as well as you think. There is nothing that could go wrong for me, as I’m sure you must know I am the only one who truly benefits from this new development of our dear brother.” Laughing at Indris Eris soon changed forms again now in her true form, her misty body expanded and contracted with every movement she made.

“But since you are my little sister and you made such and effort into calling me here I shall listen to what you have in mind but be warned I will not help you in this. I have more important things to do, let those who have sinned die for all I care. As long as there is Chaos to feed from I am perfectly at home.” Leaning back Eris rested her chin on her hand waiting for Idris to put a start to this meeting.

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"As long a there is Chaos to feed from, I am perfectly at home" The words left the goddesses lips with a tone of pure psychotic melody. Sargon had always loathed Eris, she was little more than a insane witch granted immortality in his eyes. She spent her time playing with her damn apple, and playing chaotic jokes upon mortals. For all purposes, Katagaris was more respectable than she.

A low growl from the spirit wolf showed its displeasure. It had grown larger, and more solid. Now it's blue eyes shown beneath its white and grey fur "Fenris" Sargon ordered his companion "Keep your opinions to yourself" he smiled as the wolf was now easily as tall as the table, he was Sargons first creation as a god, and most beloved companion.

"It appears our house is divided sister" Sargon said looking to her "Eris will take no part in sides, as any event will lead to a torrent of chaos regardless. If we let Revan continue his crusade, or launch a valiant campaign against him" he eyed the Chaps Goddess ever so slightly "Then there is Corallium. After saving Revans life at the hands of Athena, I believe we know where she stands"

He placed his free hand on the hilt of his sword "Then there is Athenas side, joined by Librius and the loyal Triumverat. Dedicated to the balance of all things" he gesture to the others at the table "Then there are every other immortal, still upon the blade of decision capable of falling to either side"

He stood his seat "You know my reasons for opposing our brother" What Sargon spoke was true. Indris knew of his brothers death, at the hands of Revans minions. And she also knew of the Dragonbor , and Sargons own children that he had confided in so long ago "I stand by you sister, whatever your decision, my followers and I stand ready"

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Katagaris flew, sliding across the floor, before he could know what was happening. Corallium had single handedly pushed the Jester God out of her way as she made her dramatical entrance into the Triumvirate Lair.

“Truly, it is a sad day when the Gods of Lorgaine play favourites.” Corallium stated with fictitiously sadness as she stood in the center and faced her so called 'siblings'. “Why Indris do you do me this disservice and insult me so? You call everyone but I?”

Her haunting gaze flickered across to every God and Goddess in the hall, all sat in their rightful places.

“You question my stance in this battle Saragon?” Corallium swept closer towards the discrepant Lord of the Hunt. “How easy it is to point out the faults of others, nay brother? When we all know why you promote this foolish war for, do we not? Your reasons for innocent blood to spill are not for the good or betterment of Lorgaine but for selfish personal reasons.”

The solid apparition of the Wolves behind Saragon growled dangerously low as they ventured closer forward towards Lady Fate.

Corallium's brow rose in cold amusement as she brought her hand forward, seemingly to all as if to pet the beast. However, with lightening speed her delicate fingers clasped the Wolf's throat in a vice like grip. The beast whined in pain and panic as her grasp tightened.

“How can one ever make a rabid dog see sense and stop him from biting?” Corallium stated innocuously as she threw the Wolf across, sending it flying through the air as the shadow apparition of the creature turned into smoke even before it hit the wall. “All one can do is put the poor creature out of his misery.”

Turning, Corallium causally strolled to the head position and sat down. One leg crossed over the other as her fingers lightly gripped the edge of the gilded arm rests.

“Do you have it in you to put Reven down Indris dear?” She questioned benevolently with a smile. “I think not. But worry not sister I will aid you.”

Corallium stated; shocking all present by her offer.

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You question my stance in this battle?" Corellium said with venom "How easy it is to point out the faults of others, nay brother? When we all know why you promote this foolish war for, do we not? Your reasons for innocent blood to spill are not for the good or betterment of Lorgaine but for selfish personal reasons.” The witch then sent one of his wolves back to the Twisting Nether. This caused a growl from Fenria at his side

"Das Makar et Undar" Sargon said under his breath, and a sweep of his left hand. The hounds from his astral plain returned home, leaving Fenris and Sargon alone. Sat gona right hand griped the hilt of his blade with a fierce hold.

Could Lady fate possibly know Sargons true reasons? Could the Lady Fate have seen past his magic into the North? Could she have found the lost kingdom of the Dragonborn? No, it was impossible Sargon let the thought leave hos mind as anoter wntered his mind Had she followe the fate of Dragonmiir? of Khali or Elyssia?No, her words showe she knew, but the extent of her knowledge led her down the path many followed...revenge. Every god and goddess had heared of Sargons hatred for The Lord of Justice. Holding the god soley responsible for his brothers death Sargon smirked Let them think wha they wish. He knew only Indris knew the truth he looked to his sister

"You claim much Lady Fate" he cocked his head "But in truth you know little than what one allows you to see. You have let personal feelings an ambitions cloud your logic and reason. So tell me, what are my reasons for this war? Revenge?" He walked from his chair and gestures to the gods and goddess assembled "You all believe that revenge for my brothers death guides my had?" He smiled "This is true, but only so far. My reasons for putting Revans madness down are far reaching. But the safety of the mortal races, of Lorgraine itself, are paramount" he looked at Indris, Then back at Corellium "Tell me Lady Fate do you still feel in control with Revan doig as he pleases?" He placed his hands upon the table and looked at the goddess "Did he thank you for saving his life? Does he treat you as his equal?" He paused "Or as his puppet?"

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The air within the chamber cooled in an instant, a faint dusting of frost coating everything before a faint howl of dead souls echoed from the walls to accompany Indris’ dark tone ”Enough my dear siblings, cease this pointless squabble. I called us here that we might disucuss matters of import to us all, even you Eris.”

She shook her head slowly and stepped closer to the table, taking her own seat and directing Corallium towards the one set aside for the temptress. She stared towards Eris with her eyes narrowed and her matter harsh.

”It is simply naïve of you Eris to believe that you would thrive no matter the outcome of our brothers actions. Yes you may draw power from his path of bloody vengeance and you may draw power from our task to stop him, but what if he does succeed? What if he destroys all trace of discord within Lorgraine? Will you thrive then dear sister? Will you find yourself full and well-fed on the endless silence and emptiness that such a course would leave in its wake?”

She lightly parted her hands, holding them up in slight resignation and half lowered her head for a moment before interlocking her fingers and continuing.

”It is folly for any of us, even you sister to believe that you are unaffected by the issues which trouble us all. And while I know that there is bad blood between us all in one way or another” though her focus of these words was directed to Sargon and Coral primarily she still cast her gaze to each of those in assembly.

”I welcome your assistance Coral, but I seek to bind our brother not slay him. I hope to help him see sense but if it comes to it then we will end him. And we will do that together. United as we always should have been. Perhaps if we had been then this would not ha-- happe--”

She stopped mid sentence, her eyes twitching and flickering as a look of deep puzzlement crossed her features.

”No… what has he done… nononono” she began to mutter louder and louder, shaking her head as her fingers tightened her grip on the wood of the table till it began to splinter.
The great doors to the chamber began to rattle as a faint whisper beyond them slowly grew in voice to become a howling gale of torment and horrors.

”The dead… they’re overflowing… Ancient monsters have been unleashed upon the world above… Moderator help us…” she whimpered as all blood drained from her features.




"And so I free you. Marking the beginnings of the end for this corrupt world."

Kelmor’s eyes widened slightly as he saw Revan free the old ones from their prison. But before either of them could react they were blown backwards by the sudden rush of wind and storms that the Leviathan spat out of the cage. The full force of their rage made manifest was aimed at the nearest of them, causing Revan to dart back and out of reach; though to make sure he was safe he made sure to hurl Kelmor towards the monstrous creatures. And that was when it had all went black.

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Librus' wrinkled brow creased with even more worry. This group of fools was going to get all of Lorgaine killed. The Gods couldn't work together, it just didn't happen. So when the newer arrivals such as Tché, Librus only offered a nod and a quiet "hello". He was too busy thinking, trying to gauge what could happen in the future. Indris greeted each God and Goddess, but things got shaky once Corallium came into the hall.

Sargon and Lady Fate barked at each other, and the Librarian became increasingly annoyed. Mentally, he was organizing his owls to have them instruct the Catalogers. Of course, all the bickering got in the way, so he just let the critters be for a moment. Indris had begun wringing Eris out for her comment on her indifference, and Librus couldn't agree more. If any one of them sat idle, they ran the risk of the whole planet being wiped clean by Revan's psychotic ambition.

Indris sat down at the table, and not to far into her speech, she paled, even more than usual. ”The dead… they’re overflowing… Ancient monsters have been unleashed upon the world above… Moderator help us…” the Pale Queen whispered. Librus was just about neutral about the event. The anger and frustration would come later. What these "ancient creatures" were, Librus did not know, something that frightened him. What was so ancient that the God of Knowledge did not know of? Troubling thoughts indeed.

Once the doors of the chamber began rattling with the ferocious dead, Librus took the initiative. Raising his staff, a light emanated from it's crystal head. A white sphere of light floated from it, floating over to the gates and spreading across them. A barrier formed, but it was quite obvious that it was a hasty job. A good barrier took either a lot of energy at once, or preparations. Since neither was given, the dead were already cracking it.

"Dear sister, if the Bat has released some evil upon Lorgaine, we need to end it. Calm the denizens of your realm, so that we may get to work. There is no time to waste, wouldn't you agree?" Librus advised, feeling the dormant anger welling up from under his calm. After this, his reputation for neutrality would surely be tarnished, but so was the price for true justice.

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To embrace me is to embrace the Hunt. To shun me, is to become my prey

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The cycle of Life, Death and Rebirth is unending. WIP

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Katergaris, The Trickster God

"Life is just one big joke!"

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Tché

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Librus

Knowledge paves the way for innovation. Knowledge can also bring civilizations to their knees.

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Revan Thanatos

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Alahya Godess of Music & Art

"How dull this Earth would be without wondrous rhythms and exquisite art."~WIP

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The Moderator

"I watch as time weaves all things before me. Gods and men alike die in a blink of my eyes."

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The cycle of Life, Death and Rebirth is unending. WIP

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Alahya Godess of Music & Art

"How dull this Earth would be without wondrous rhythms and exquisite art."~WIP

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Corallium

So many Fates, so little time to play with them all . . .

Character Portrait: Librus
Librus

Knowledge paves the way for innovation. Knowledge can also bring civilizations to their knees.

Character Portrait: Sargon, Lord of the Hunt
Sargon, Lord of the Hunt

To embrace me is to embrace the Hunt. To shun me, is to become my prey

Character Portrait: Arabella
Arabella

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The Moderator

"I watch as time weaves all things before me. Gods and men alike die in a blink of my eyes."

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Katergaris, The Trickster God

"Life is just one big joke!"

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Revan Thanatos

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Alahya Godess of Music & Art

"How dull this Earth would be without wondrous rhythms and exquisite art."~WIP

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Librus

Knowledge paves the way for innovation. Knowledge can also bring civilizations to their knees.

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The Triumvirate

The cycle of Life, Death and Rebirth is unending. WIP

Character Portrait: Sargon, Lord of the Hunt
Sargon, Lord of the Hunt

To embrace me is to embrace the Hunt. To shun me, is to become my prey

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Corallium

So many Fates, so little time to play with them all . . .

Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos
Revan Thanatos

God of Punishment, Vengeance, Justice, Fear

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Arabella

Goddess of Love, Beauty, and Innocence

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Tché

God of Rebellion and Revolution

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The Moderator

"I watch as time weaves all things before me. Gods and men alike die in a blink of my eyes."


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