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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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a character in “Gods in a New Age”, as played by MissBrightside_

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Name:
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~Alahya means musical tone or colour.~

Title/s: The Godess of Music & Art.
Creed:
Gender: Female
Alignment:
Elder/New God: Elder, she played a large part in educating the new races with rhythms and tones but mainly literature.
Portfolios Governed: With music and art comes: Instruments, poetry, painting, rhythm, tone, sketching, literature - Many smaller things that are hidden in two much bigger more open words. The Orcs do not tend to care for Alahya but what they do not realise is that their battle cries, no matter how horrific, are a form of song/poetry and therefore she has influence over them.
She gets the most recognition from humans although favours Elves for their beauty and peace - They use her music & art for good, never evil.

Physical Description:
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Alahya prefers to be in this part Eleven form because that is where she can usually be found although sometimes she will go to the humans but she will not go near the Orcs - And this is fine for them.
In this form she has her hair very long, down to her thigh, a neutral shade of blonde which curls slightly as it reaches the bottom. She has fair skin and striking green-yellow eyes which are almost luminous in the dark.
She is tall and stands at 5'9" yet this is average height for the tall yet slender Elven people.

She also enjoys taking the form of a small white kitten:
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But this is only when it is crucial that she stay hidden or she is sick of being in her Elven form and wants time to think, so she would slip into this small form and go somewhere quite that she would otherwise be disturbed in.

Alahya could take the form of anything she wishes but these two are her favourite, she has transformed into many things in the thousands of years she's been alive and she will probably transform into many more.

Realm/Home: Although Alahya likes to dwell in the Elven parts of the world she does not live there. No, she lives in a Music Realm in this realm every object is made out of rhythm or tone, impossible? Not for Alahya, for anyone else entering this realm it is empty, full of nothingness and useless but for Alahya it is alive with color and sound.
This is because Alahya has a colour for everything and it seems to light up to that fact, she has many colours in this realm that would be impossible to describe for any mortal, for the simple fact that, they do not exist, yet they do.
Alahya believes it is time we stop questioning this because when we do, you shall find that the impossible isn't so impossible anymore.

Symbol: Image Because it symbolises not only music (With the trebble clef) but art as they are positioned in a way that is artistic and unique.

Personality: TBA

View of Mortals: "I have nothing against mortals. In fact I do quite favour the Elven people, they are kind and soft-spoken.
Although I do not enjoy watching what the Orcs do with my precious Music, they turn it into horrid battle cries that are fit for no ears, even a Goddess like me finds it hard to tolerate.
Ah humans, the most unique race - They are, in their own way, the greatest race as they learn, not just to do what they're told, they learn to become their own person and embrace that fact and while I do enjoy watching this, they are not on the whole good, a mixture between Elves and Orcs. Neither good nor bad and although they cannot help this I do feel a little pang of sadness when I learn the evils of what happens with them."


List any Mortal Creations/Organizations: Alahya doesn't have a certain following, no, for many people love her and regard her as brilliant but really there is nothing to 'follow' her for.
She created music and art not just for mortal but for herself too and for the whole universe because life today without music and art would just be - Awful.

So begins...

Alahya Godess of Music & Art's Story

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Alahya smiled as her brush swirled around the room, producing nothing to mortals yet a beautiful room had any God or Goddess known where she lives, it was at times like this that Alahya was glad she didn't choose to live with the Elven people as although she loves their kind ways and soft hearts - Nothing could compare to her own world, a world where music and art is limitless yet only seen by those that are Immortal.

Suddenly remembering their meeting she stops abruptly, creating a horrid mash up between a dove and a horse, "Sorry little one," She whispers to it as it comes to life, she takes her cover-up and blots the mishap out.

Standing up, Alahya pats down her deep purple robes and picks up her pencil, sketching a carriage - Her favorite modes of transport are those that she draws - and then gasps, putting in a driver.
She splashes some colour on it with her paintbrush of tones and rhythms and gets in, keeping her pencil and brush close by her side.

As they ride in the emptiness between her world and that of the mortals, she amuses herself by drawing a harp and begins playing, quietly to start out with and then they enter the mortal world; Alahya's music picks up sound and she smiles as Human people look to see where this music is coming from.

As she passes the Elven people, she notices that none of them try and find where the music is, as they know 'tis the Goddess of Music & Art.
Although when they pass the Orcs - Well - they aren't happy, born to fight and lust for blood where does art and fine music fit into the equation for them?
It doesn't.

Finally arriving Alahya enters their meeting place with grace, the harps music still playing yet she does not lift a finger.
She smiles at everyone and then sees possible one of her favorite Gods, 'The Jester' mortals called him and in fact, that was almost just what he was.

Walking over to where he had landed she smiles, "Hello, Jester." She smiles, using his favored name.
She then turns to see the two Goddess' she had grown rather fond of, the Goddess of Love and the Goddess of War and Order.
Despite her title, the war Goddess was fairly nice.
"Hello Ladies." She smiles to them yet still stays by the Jester's side.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Arabella, Katergaris, The Triumvirate and Alahya were next to arrive. Arabella, Katergaris and Alahya were not Revan's favorite individuals. He harbored no ill will to them personally, it was merely that in which they governed that gave him pause. Take Alahya for example. Music and art were little more then distractions, not something a deity should devote themselves too for what power could there truly be in music, what knowledge could one glean from a painting? Katergaris was a Trickster through and through, not evil just devious. Revan saw him as little more than a nuisance at his worst and a joke at best. Despite this Katergaris was quite literally the only creature in existence who could amuse Revan, his eccentric torturing of criminals Revan has brought to him in the past always put a smile on his face. Then there was Arabella. Ideals such as love and beauty were vain wastes of time. Innocence was laughable for it did not exist. Revan Thantos had walked this world since Lorgain began and if there was one thing he's learned it was this, no one is innocent.

There was one new arrival who Revan was quite fond of or rather a group of new comers. The masters of the underworld, lords of the dead and tribunal of souls. Indris, Kelmor and Menoth, one of the select few Revan called friends. The illusive justice god had worked with these three for centuries and they have built quite the rapport. As the god of justice and punishment it was Revan job to act as judge jury and executioner to the all those living, mortal and immortal. The Triumvirate served a similar role to the leagues of the dead. The passed judgment on each and every soul that passed into the afterlife. Before their eyes the whole of someone life was layed bare and the culmination of your sins was set against you. Should you have led a life of wickedness or malcontent you would suffer for all of eternity. Should you have lived your life justly and with honor your immortal soul would be rewarded for all time. Oddly enough the two gods who had sent the most to the realm of the undead was Revan and his noble sister Athena. The golden child had nearly as much blood on her hands as he did yet their fellows rarely seemed to notice the bodies she had put into the ground. One look at Revan however and it was like they were staring at a murderer in the act. The sentiment aggravated him to no end.

The Justice Bringer made his way past his kin, ignoring those he saw as unimportant namely Arabella and Alahya. As he brushed past Katergaris and patted him on the shoulder briefly in greeting as he gave the Trickster a nod. His true attentions were on The Tirumvirate for it was before them that he stopped and gave proper greeting.

"Kelmor, Menoth, Indris. Good to see you three."

The greeting was warm, well as warm as one like Revan can be and earnest. He truly was happy to see the three masters of the dead. Ironically for the judges of the dead they were the only ones who did not judge Revan for his actions, for what he was forced to do. For that and for their understanding justice they were his only true friends. Revan leaned in as he folded his arms over his chest casually and whispered to them with a smirk.

"I wouldn't make it through another of these things without you lot."

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Corallim was indignant with annoyance as Revan Thanatos walked away from her without so much as a word. She was sorely tempted to drag him back to her by her elusive powers.

They had a topic Coral was in great need to discuss. Yet, she supposed she could save her scolding words for him for later. It wasn't something she wished to discuss in front of all the other Immortals anyway. Although, this was exactly what these boring meetings were for. Coral did not subscribe to the general status quo. She did as she saw fit.

It would not bode well for him, either way. Her sharp gaze followed his path to The Triumvirate. The Goddess of Fate held somewhat a ungrudging regard for them, they all intertwined with her work. Life, Death, Rebirth. It was all nothing without Destiny leading the way.

Though it appeared to many Corallium did nothing in particular; her powers of cause and effect worked the whole universe unseen. Like the wind blowing a branch on a tree. One could not see the wind traverse but one could feel and see the branch move. She was an integral yet invisible part of the mechanics. Of course, she couldn't help but interfere sometimes, when the spoils of the ends were so delectable . . . But all was meant to be as it was. Or she'd be out of a job.

Sighing, Coral moved towards the table. Revan Thanatos would have to wait. She took a seat at the head of the table next to The Goddess of Love, Beauty & Innocence. Corallium felt Arabella recoil from her presence and move slightly away from her, closer to Athena. Coral knew she unsettled many of her kin. They feared the knowledge she could posses and hold over them with but the merest touch of their Aura.

She was not offended by Arabella's actions, it amused her to say the least.

“Come now, Lady Love.” Corallium turned and darkly teased the Goddess of all things good. “I know I haven't been innocent for a very long time now, but that was just rude.”

Her attention was diverted when the Jester landed in the center of the table.

"Hello everyone! It is I! Katergaris! How're my fellow Immortals doing on this wonderful day!?" He declared as if he needed an introduction.

There was noway in hell she would be touching a single item of food on that table now.

Jester.” Corallium said sultrily as she raised her glass to him in greeting and finished the little Absinthe left in her cup. “Now that you are here, at least I shan't die of boredom.”

The room was steadily beginning to fill up now at long last. Time to get this thing on the road . . .

“Seeing as most of us have been foolish enough to turn up,” Corallium addressed the whole room in a clear voice as sweet and deadly as Nightshade laced thickly in tedium and sarcasm as she relaxed back in her seat like a Queen on a Throne. “Why don't we get this laborious affair started. After all, some of us have better things to do, like sticking needles in one's eyes.”

She smiled wickedly as the room hushed of all conversation and all eyes fell on her.

Or at least, I hear it is mildly more pleasanter then this whole affair.”

Corallium teased with a flicker of her wrist.

"Let us begin . . ."

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Finally, some decent Immortals were arriving. Librus was about to just give up and drink wine, so he wouldn't have to listen to the damned fools sober. Now that Alahya and Katergaris were here, things would look up. Librus very much enjoyed Alahya's works, and how they stimulated the mind to do greater things. It was good to have such a creative force in the world such as she.

"Hello, Alahya. It seems you're doing well. Good to see you." Librus said in warm greeting to her.

Katergaris, on the other hand, was just a Trickster, a master of entertainment at another's expense. Yes, it could get annoying and stupid, but it was entertaining. And to get through this, Librus would need entertainment.

"Jester. I do hope you've come up with new tricks since last time. Wouldn't want this meeting to be boring." He said in another formal greeting.

Librus hadn't noticed the Triumvirate enter the hall, but now that he did he wished he didn't. While he had no qualms with them personally, they were chummy with Revan. Indris and Kalmor were Librus' favorites, but Menoth was awfully dark. He may be the Scribe of the trio, but the darkness was there all the same.

Librus gave in finally and filled his cup with wine. Taking a sip, Librus sank back into his chair and awaited the what was left of the arrivals.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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"Thrilled to be here, as usual Revan" His lips were closed and tightened in a thin smile after he spoke. Always one reluctant to leave his abode for anywhere else his tone easily conveyed his discomfort "I was rather pleased with the last soul you banished from the world above, what a devious little whelp he was. I've been having a lot of fun watching his mother give him a-" The rest of the sentence was cut off as Indris broke in, her eyes aflame as she glared towards her sibling.

"I'm sure none of us want to hear what dark delights you've put his quarry through dear brother" Her voice was slightly brittle for a moment with the false sweetness before she turned her attention to Revan, and in her much more normal tone spoke "A pleasure as always Revan, our duties have sometimes brought us together for fleeting moments but it has been too long since we were able to speak, or rather more than a simple greeting. I have a similar situation with Athena but she and her valkaryies are always in such a rush once the wounded have become the fallen."

"My dear sister is correct Revan, neither of us seem to have caught you except in fleeting moments. But then as we are all rather individualists it is expected for us to keep our own council, we however do not have much choice but to work in concert." His low rumbling voice echoing slightly as he directed towards the other two. "But I must say that the long walk mortals take into own judgement is not as feared by many as it once was, our priesthood appear to be continuing to serve their purpose well, and many lost souls who have taken the route of 'Undeath' rather than be part of the wheel." he paused for a moment as if the word sickened him.

"The suffering of the damned is my choice brother, as are my methods of enacting such." Menoth cut in, his irritation at being stuck here growing with every passing moment. "Coral is right, sticking a knife into the eye would be preferable... I've got a nice couple just perfect for it in fact."

"Yes brother, I'm sure you do." Indris said, her tone slightly dispoindent, after all there was little to be said about her siblings activities, since nothing would bother him for his duty was something he took to heart.

Kelmor shook his head slowly before turning back towards Revan "So what is this about?"

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Revan turned to the sound of Corallium's voice as she adressed the group. Her voice coupled with her posture oozed sophistication and superiority. Her eyes drifted around the room like a queen looking at her court. Revan's eyebrow arched in curiousity at what an oddity this was. She was in now way superior to any here, nay they were all technically equals yet there she was, lording over them all confidently. Such sellf assurance was admirable. Kelmor echoed Lady Fate's desire to get the days events under way and Revan was inclined to agree.

"This is about what it has always been about dearest Kelmor, Lorgaine."

Revan said speaking up, adressing all in attendance. His eyes targeted Corallium for the most fleeting of moments as if to show her she was not the only one who could lord over the sheep.

"We as it's lords and masters are tasked with spreading our influence across the whole of creation and all those who live within it. This meeting is in the hopes to keep each and every one of us working closely together for the good of all. All has it's place here. Love and War, Chaos and Order, Fate and the Death of all things."

His words hung heavy in the air with commanding authority and presence. Revan's glowing emerald eyes fell on each deity in the hall for the birefest of moments before he continued.

"So I open the floor to you all. Are there any issues to be presented to the group of us? Any concerns to be addressed? Now is the time to do so..."

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art Character Portrait: Tché
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Arabella took of the mead and finally couldn't take the taste anymore. She waved her hand over the goblet and soon the liquid turned into water and she smiled to herself. 'Innocence...such a bother sometimes.' She thought to herself with a sigh. 'Can't even enjoy a small cup of mead without gagging.' She listened to everyone chatter away and returned many complimetns to everyone and gave them smiles. She liked generally all of the gods and goddesses there were just select few that she sometimes had a problem with. Many of the mischievous gods and goddesses made her tasks quite unbearable at times, the wars, famines, and deaths were her biggest problems. She hated it when one of the Immortals decided to fool around or mess with her balance of the beauty she bestowed upon nature or the elves. She was very protective of her dear beloved followers as the more they prayed to her for help or guidance the more power she felt and recieved.

Arabella's eyes turned into a dark, deep, black as they burned with anger feeling and hate the more and more she thought of the intentions of the other Immortals. She closed her eyes as her hands turned into fists and she took a deep breath calming herself. She exhaled slowly and when she opened her eyes they were back to their normal unnatural bright glowing blue color. She turned her attention to Revan and tried to get her mind off of everything. She looked int his eyes and always had admired how the seemed to glow with the brilliant green shade. She smiled to herself thinking, 'Only time when my eyes change to that color is when I'm ill or weak.' She mentally laughed to herself and she shook her head softly and refocused herself on the matters that she wanted to address to her peers.

Arabella raised her hand and then took it down, to let the others know she was about to speak. "I have no issues that need to be further investigated. However, I would like to make the matter clear that I do not condone the pillaging of the lands that the Orcish people have seemed to take part in." She closed her eyes maintaining her sanity, her eyes turned a dark orange tone as she continued trying to keep the annoyance out of her voice. "They marauded one of my temples and tortured to death some of my dear elvish priests. Now I normally would let this kind of unfortunate event pass but it has happened to 4 other of my temples in the eastern region of Lorgaine. Now I'd like to try and see that issue may be lessened to an extent to where only a few of my temples are still standing. Or I may start to stop blessing some of the Orc's with my gifts and let their population dwindle." Finished feeling a bit unsettled with so many eyes upon her as her own shifted into a light shade of pink as she took a sip of her goblet of pure water, feeling a bit shy now. "Now I'm not sure if it is in anyones power to help stop this, but if so, I'd something done, about it, please." She finished and folded her fingers together in her lap and sat in her chair straighter with a small smile spread upon her flawless face.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Alahya smiles to Librus, filling her own glass with a sweet, purple liquid - She did quite enjoy wine but if she were perfectly honest Cider was her favourite although she daren't say it here.

"Librus, it has been too long. How are you?" She asks, smiling.
Alahya has always had a soft spot for the wise 'Librarian' as some called called him, he was - obviously - very clever but not only in his knowledgeable ways, he was very wise, 'all-knowing' she had heard one or two times.

A small shiver runs over her spine when she notices the group of people they call 'The Triumvirate' she had no real qualms with either of the three but she didn't exactly enjoy what they did.

She swiftly moves on from the three, eyeing 'The Temptress' Corallium, she acted like the leader - The one in charge when really they were all equals yet no one said as such, instead all eyes were on her and what she was to say.

It is then that Revan talks, ah, Revan he always came to her as quite violent and cold of course, that was what his 'job' needed him to be but he just came across as very arrogant - To Alahya anyway.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Librus nods to Alahya. "I'm well, dear. We really must catch up later." He says with a smile before turning to address the room as well. "I must say as well, the wars and violence that arises from the Orcs is causing problems for my researchers. Many parties have been slain due to the Orcs' onslaught. One entire library has also been razed, but the Catalogers were able to save most of the volumes. A lot of mortals live in fear, and this is impeding their studies." Librus says, loud enough for the other Immortals to hear, but just so. This subject made his blood boil and turn, but it needed discussing. His followers' progress with building more libraries is being halted by the increasing attacks, and Librus wanted to ensure their safety.

However, he also knew that the Orcs were part of the balance of Lorgaine. Their rampages were necessary. This angers Librus, but he keeps it under wraps. There was a solution, but it entailed arming the Humans and Elves to the teeth, making them no better than Orcs. Librus takes a swig of water and a bit of apple, which was wonderfully sweet, and awaits the ideas of the other Immortals. No doubt suggestions of weapons and armies would appear.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Athena did not want the meeting to commence. Least not yet. She had been meaning to ask Alahya about some songs sung by the minstrels and the latest poetry on the valiant acts of the Knights of Santiago. Not to mention, with her good spirits, she wouldn't mind hearing a couple of the Jester's jokes. No need for things to become so serious so soon right? Alas it seemed things were not meant to go as Athena wished and rather then fight it, she went with the flow and made sure to pay attention.

While fair Lady Love brought up the Orcs and Librus also stating the problems the damned green skins were giving his lot, Athena closed her eyes to peek on the events down below. She could see the horde march onward and she witnessed them take much delight in sacking any settlements that they came by. It was a sickening sight to behold, the innocence that was being butchered, but Athena saw it all and then let her eyes turn to see what was happening with the humans.

First thing she saw was pitchforks and torches, the arms of an out of control mob. Uniformed soldiers were everywhere with their own weapons. Attempts to calm the crowd civilly, then with threats, and lastly with action. The whole event turned bloody. It seemed the Anarchist God was having his fun turning brother against brother in this kingdom. Athena knew from past experience that when such a thing happened in any nations, the neighbors either got involved or put all their efforts into staying out of it. The Orcish horde may be on the march but they were still some ways away from the human kingdoms and so they would not give them much thought till then. They would be those that would demand the orcs be dealt with now before they were a threat then later when they were knocking on the city gates but these would few. The ears that heard them would be fewer still and those that choose to face the horde would not be sufficient to provide significant relief to the elves. Making things all the more grim, Athena couldn't really do a thing about it.

The Goddess of War had long ago chosen to stay (for the most part) out of mortal affairs. She could have her Valkyries give hand out blessings to aid those courageous individuals brave the horde. Other then that, it was out of her hands. Athena pondered on the matter for a bit. Mmm...If there was a Knight Order or a similar faction, devoted to handle such matters perhaps... Athena ventured on with this idea...her gut telling her to drop it but her warriors heart rather liked it. Then the Goddess romanticized the idea a bit. She envisioned men in armor , on horseback, riding out to thin the green skin Horde. She imagined the minstrels writing epic poems and singing songs of their deeds and of course how grateful the mortals would be of such a group's dedication to protect the innocence.


Her eye's opened up wide and they even seemed to have an added spark.

".Brace yourselves," they seemed to warn, "The Goddess of War has an Idea!".

Athena thought it was nothing short of pure brilliance and had no option but to voice her suggestion, if not to address the matter at hand then to calm her growing excitement.

" Lord Librus, Lady Arabell.", the Goddess of War begun, placing her helmet on her head and stood up to pace the room but never did she not face her peers. "If I could find an individual with exceptional valor and courage, a compassionate soul with sympathy for others and the heart of Lion so he could rally others and lead them true...Then my I and my celestial servants could convince him to create a new Knight Order, or something, with the sole purpose of protecting the innocent from the Orcs.".

Lady Athena remained standing after she finished speaking, no doubt awaiting to hear approval from her peers or just the opposite. It was rather obvious the War Goddess was fond of this idea and like all things that she fancied, she would put up a fight defending it.

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Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art
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Revan folded his arms across his chest as his brilliant mind scrutinzed Athena's plan. The creation of some pious order of knights charged with defending the faithful from all external threats that would do them harm. Surely the God of Justice should see the benefit in such a law enforcing and noble organization. This was not entirely the case. Revan knew well the corruption of man, he had dealt with it several times in his own organization of assassin's charged with cutting out the bleeding heart of criminality in Lorgaine. Several head masters of the ages had thought themselves above the law and Revan had stepped down to the mortal realm to show them just how saddly wrong they were. Their screams of agony served as reminders to any others thinking along the same lines. The danger for some overly empowered group of puffed up knights would serve only as a hinderance if the men who swore themselves to fight for the goddess were not as noble as they would have her to beleive.

Yet the Children of The Bat had made great strides in the undless battle against injustice. They had dismantled criminal organizations, tyrant kings, gone where the law couldn't and did what others had not the stomache to do, save the world with the flick of a knife. Perhaps this order of Athena's could do something similar. True their directives would be different. They would focus more on safeguarding the so called innocents. While Revan felt this style of leadership was too tame for a battle against evil it had its uses. These knights could keep the illusion of saftey upheld for the mob of mortals. They could allow the mortals with their lofty ideals of truth and honor that they were safe. This would allow Revan and his agents to do the real work in the shadows. Let Athena and her knights have their damned glory, let the sheep sing their praises. This would take the attention off Revan and his assassins and allow them to vanish into the shadows to strike out at criminality without the moans of the populace crying for salvation.

"I say this is a fine idea Lady War. Your knights would be a welcome source of security for the people and one they no doubt sorely need now. The orcs have been ravaging for sometime with no force to stand against them, until now it seems."

Revan's words seemed bold and empassioned yet it was all a ploy, all a lie. He didn't care if the people felt safe. He cared about destroying all who would dare seek to actually threaten that saftey. The orcs are orcs, it is in their nature to slaughter yet they are constantly in a stae of war so no act they have commited had actually been criminal or unjust. Under the tenants of war what they have been doing was, technically, justified. That fact was the only thing that saved them from Revan's wrath. The orcs were not his problem, let Athena deal with them.

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The Triumvirate had moved from the side and taken up place at the central table, its simple asthetic was not lost on them. The circle which brought balance and order to all things and was an equaliser they knew all too well.

"The Orcs are simply giving into their nature and the bloodlust which stems from that. If they are given to walking the path of the chaotic warrior then they will continue to slaughter in its name." His voice was cold, as always for the land of the living held little interest to him save that all souls be prepared to journey down and that those of undeath were purged.

"What my brother says is true, while I mourn for those lost in their bloody hunting it is simply their nature. They are a race we have all left to cultivate itself rather than guiding it to better things" This last part she directed towards Alahya "They are not mindless beasts of burden as most humans and elves believe, after all I have seen members of both races condemned for such ignorance. They are a race of untold potential beyond simple carnage. Our Eternal Order of Clerics and Paladins has welcomed Orcs into the fold and they have been as useful tools in our tasks as any other." She ended her words by staring at Alahya with a certain coldness

The last to speak he kept his words breif, especially after his sisters noble counter to the others call for war and conflict "There is little to say that has not been said, but that the Orcs will continue to turn the wheel of the dead, be it for a noble or ignoble cause."

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Corallium, had not missed the challenging gaze in her direction from Revan Thanatos as he decided to take the lead of the meeting from her. Men! None of them could handle when a woman was in control, be they mortals or the Gods themselves. Revan, for now, would be dealt with later at Corallium's own pleasure.

She filed her nails in boredom as she listened to them all prattle on about Orc's and Arabella's temple. It seemed quite simple to her. Why were they only targeting Lady Love's Temples?

Of course, she called them all idiots but she couldn't truly believe they were all that unintelligible to just jump to shedding blood without questioning why this was happening. For the Moderators sake! Not even creatures as stupid as Orc's did things for no real reason at all!

“I have to agree with the Triumvirate to a certain degree.” Coral spoke, yet she did not look up from the task of shaping her nails. “Orc's will be Orc's. And before you raise your armies Athena dearest and begin your senseless slaughter, I think you are forgetting to actually address the issue at hand.”

She stopped to examine her work on her fingernails and then finally looked up to her audience.

“Pray tell, why are the Orc's solely targeting Lady Love here's temples? Though they are being's of chaos, they do have some sense. It seems to me they have an issue with dear Lady Love.” Coral turned her head to face the Goddess in question “Why Arabella, you're suppose to be all about the Love, it's not fair that it only be bestowed to a select few of your choosing, mainly your little Elves.” Corallium scoffed “I mean to think if the rest of us were to be so selfish and choose favorites, how would Lorgaine ever run?”

Smiling sweetly, she went back to doing her nails.

“I believe the issue is one that Lady Love must address herself.” Corallium said in a no nonsense voice. “Obviously the Orc's are trying to get her attention. Either she is blind or just refuses through her own ignorance to even give them an audience. The matter is not of letting a few murders pass, the matter is getting to the core of the issue, which is only in Arabella's hands if she so wishes to deal with it.”

The nail file disintegrated in Coral's fingers as she peered up again and leaned slightly in Arabella's direction. Her pure golden braceletted hand sliding across the table close to where Arabella's hand lay stopping a mere few inches away.

“Of course, I could always make things easier and see what it is they want from you.” Corallium teased darkly, knowing any second now Arabella would understand what she meant and pull her hand away as if it was in the middle of a burning fire.

Who said that the Gods weren't fun . . .

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Librus thinks for a moment. Yes, it was all just one violent mess, but a thought occurred to him. Maybe it was time to change his view, for the sake of his followers. No, not accept war and bloodshed or support it fully. Just grudgingly bear it and drop hints to those who fight the terror. The Immortals had their points, that Orcs couldn't be changed in an instant. They would continue their slaughter no matter what. But, he did like Athena's idea. Protectors, knights that would protect weaker mortals. Mortals like his Catalogers. An idea strikes him.

"Lady War, I have something to add to your proposal. While I still hate to aid in this violent matter, my Catalogers come first. If this Knight Order you suggest comes to be, I will instruct my followers to give them schematics and recipes for improved metals and devices to aid them in their objective. They are a great force, but physically they are weak. So, I suppose I, grudgingly, support this matter. However, the Triumvirate make a point. We can never really guarantee safety to the mortals. It is in the Orcs' blood to destroy, and destroy they will. More or less, this Knight Order would serve as a buffer. And those who join will most likely die." Librus states matter-of-factly. The stern expression on his face shows how much he detested the idea of leading some mortals to the slaughter for the sake of others, but like he said, his Catalogers came first in his mind.

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Darkness had a way of consuming joy, devouring happiness and gorging it's self on pleasure. There were few as saturated by darkness as Revan Thanatos so for him to smile in pure pleasure as he was at this moment was a rarity of the ages. His smile was brought on by the words and accompanying sentiment of Lady Fate. She spoke with a clarity of mind he rarely heard in use by his celestial kin. She was a realist, one who understood how the world worked. She did not try and cram it into her preconceived notions of what she thought the world should be. Revan believed himself to be like this. He reacted to what was placed before him and dealt with it with absolute finality. This is what Corallium was doing now. She was being presented with a problem and crafting a logical solution with the facts presented to her.

"Well now..."

Revan said darkly as he strolled across the room, the faint sound of the chirping of bats could be heard as his cloak rustled behind him.

"Aren't you the surpise Lady Fate. Leave the mortals to their vices and hold those who are responsible to deal with the reprecussions... impressive."

Revan said as he paused at her side and gave her something of a warm nod before turning to stare coldly into Arabella's eyes.

"Tell us then prevair of innocence. Does the knowledge that your refusal to reward the orcs your blessings depress you? Is it difficult to swallow that all these deaths fall at your feet? Your precious followers damned do to their patrons selfishness. The same bloodshed you damn me, or Athena or even the orcs themselves for have now been comitted by your hands. Innocence is short lived it seems if it ever existed at all."

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Athena acknowledged the facts that had been stated by her fellow immortals. The Orcs were Orcs. If they put them on the other end of the world they would make an armada and sail over just to set things on fire. Build an indestructible wall too separate them from the world and they'll go over and under it to do what they've always done, bash the skulls of whomever they'd please. She also greatly appreciated the support she was getting from Librus and even Revan fancied the idea. Deep down she also was happy that things were being done orderly and civilly. It was a much needed change from the usual nonsense that would occur in these meetings. Why Corallium was even contributing! Perhaps the (countless and long) lectures she had given the Goddess of Fate had stuck after all.

"It seems that Coral is no longer a pup. Good on you girl.". Athena stated this while lifting her goblet. This then followed by the Goddess taking another small sip of her mead. Lady War enjoyed the drink, it had such a rich taste, but it was all soiled in an instant. The shock Athena got from Revan's flurry of insulting accusations directed towards Arabella caused her to nearly choke on her drink. It may be his job to punish those who committed wrong but there was a process. A clear cut step by step of how this was done and it did not involve humbling the accused before they had been proven guilty.

The whole thing caused Athena's blood to boil. In an instant the Lady of War stood between Arabella and Revan, shield in one arm and her hand gripping the hilt of her now unsheathed sword. There was rage in her eyes and these eyes met the cold stare that he intended for the fair Lady of Love.

"If I were in your shoes, Lord Revan...I would find firmer footing for those accusations or I'll cut out that viper snake you call a tongue.".

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Revan stared now at the fully armed warrior goddess standing between him and Arabella. So full of rage and fiery indignation she was, a lesser god would tremble at the sight of her. Revan Thanatos was no such lesser god. Nay if anything he was tired, he felt at times that he was older by generations than his peers. Their youthful passions irritated him to no end. His eyes narrowed on the naked blade before him. It shined brilliantly in the splendid hall of the gods. Her shield in the other hand she looked ready to dive into the fray.

This show of force by Athena coupled with her sharp words served only to illicit a deep, wicked chuckle to roll out of Revan's throat as if he was looking at an overzealous pup growling at a wolf.

"Calm yourself child, this is not the place for combat between immortals. If you want to be embarrassed in front our fellows I shall oblige you elsewhere, not here."

Revan took a bold step toward her as he eyed her with disgust.

"I expect more for you Athena. You are a goddess, act like it."

With that Revan turned away from her and strode back to the table where he lifted a goblet that magically filled itself with blood red wine.

"Let us not forget why we are here. To reinforce unity among our kind, not allow ruffled feathers to draw immortal blood as we squabble like children."

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Indeed, let's play nicely.” Corallium said coltishly.

Then again, maybe it would be more fun to let Revan Thanatos loose on Athena.

One it would be more then a little entertaining. Two, she greatly disliked the brutish woman who thought it was her inherent right to lecture Coral on the rights and wrongs of their creed; she who killed men, women and children alike all in the name of War. Athena was the biggest hypocrite here! And three, Coral did not take kindly to being referred to as a Dog. Yes, she was younger then most here, in fact she was probably the youngest amongst all the Elders. However, it did not make her inferior in anyway, though it seemed Athena's constant quest to humble Corallium so in front of their kin.

She had a feeling it was because of the fact that Coral was half mortal. A fact many of the Gods still thought a rumor; too afraid to ask Corallium to her face the words were whispered and reached Coral's ears nonetheless. She did not feel a need to answer any of their questions unless she saw fit. Their fear and intimidation on the other hand pleased her greatly.

She turned her attention back to Revan who was nursing a grail of that disgusting putrid liquid they had the gall to call wine.

“Your surprise insult me greatly, Lord Justice.”

Corallium replied offhandedly not really caring what he had said to her. She was just glad he had moved away from her. That incessant light squawking of Bats was driving her insane, every time he moved the slightest. A second longer and she would have ripped that damn cloak off his back and thrown it to the floor in a ball of fire that would have turned to ash before it hit the floor.

“Do not judge me by the standards you set for yourself.”

She added smiling sweetly as she did so, before she continuing. It was all well and good and rather enjoyable to watch these two battle with their lips but unless anything physical went down, it was all a waste of time and just dragging this arduous affair out even longer then it was bloody well necessary. Corallium wanted this damn thing over with as soon as possible and she still had to have words with Revan Thanatos before she could even leave.

“Now.” Corallium stated addressing her Court again as she straightened in her seat at the head of the table. “Does anyone have any other pointless suggestions or can we move onto the next matter at hand? Does anyone else have a dire problem that they feel they must share with the rest of us?”

Dear Moderator! Corallium hoped not!

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"Did you expect more, Vengeful One? Civil debate rarely happens on these occasions." Librus says, voice ever so lightly lined with venom. He was on the side of Arabella. She didn't outright say she wanted every Orc dead. She simply stated what she thought was best for her people. It may not have been a complete thought, but she cared for those that followed her. Revan and the others were simply fools who disliked the calmer, kinder spheres Arabella governed. To suddenly call Lady Love a cold-hearted killer was like branding a sheep an ox. The two were complete opposites. But, what irritated Librus the most was the fact that Revan thought himself leader of this gathering, acting like he is trying to keep it orderly. Each and every Immortal there knew things couldn't be civil long at these meetings. "Accusations like you make are sure to ruffle feathers. Think about what you say, and such things won't happen." Librus snaps at Revan. The Justice God's dark past and strength did not scare him. Especially not in a place like this.

So early in, and things were already going to turn into rolling argument. Librus' goggles turn and click, signifying his annoyance. "Now, we've discussed one solution to the problem. If that's all we have, then I suggest we move on to a different topic as well. This isn't going anywhere." Librus suggests to his peers, seconding Corallium's suggestion.

Librus' bony joints ached from frustration. Looks like things haven't changed in a thousand years.

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Revan strode forward and stared deeply into the swirling eyes of the love goddess. So full of passion, full of life and loss it was actually quite beautiful. Revan was impressed with her vigor yet how wrong she was.

"I see no crime committed."

He answered flatly, his gaze unyielding. He had no intention of in getting in a shouting match with his kin, that only succeeded in giving him a head ache. Nay he would not give this pointless debate much more attention yet he had been openly question. He should at least answer the accusations.

"As several of our kin have already stated The Orcs are merely doing what they were created to do. To kill, maim and butcher is their purpose in this world. I can no longer punish them then I can punish a bird for taking flight. As for those mortals who seek vengeance I am not at their beckon call. I do not bend knee to every prayer, I have a responsibility to regulate the importance of the prayers I receive. Further more I do not fight wars, the incessant wailings of those humans and elves afflicted by the orcish horde ask for the obliteration of the horde as a whole. Merciful beings indeed yet they misunderstand my purpose. I am not here to commit genocide for those too weak to shore up their own borders. I fight the corrupt, the unjust, criminality in all it's forms. The horde is not criminal, they're just Orcs. You want to wipe them out? If you do not have the stomach to do it yourself ask Athena, she is your goddess of war is she not?"

Revan let his words sink in before he turned away from the beauty with a sigh.

"For what it's worth... I am sorry your people suffer. The orcs are a plague, if I had my way I would have wiped them out centuries ago. Alas that is not our purpose here. We are not gods to do as we please, we are gods to do our duty. Athena to bring order to war, The Triumvirate to judge the dead, myself to punish the unjust. Anymore would be a selfish abuse of our power."

Revan stepped away and was suddenly aware his own words angered him. Why shouldn't they do as they please? Who would know better than they? The Moderator hasn't been seen or heard of since Lorgaine began, who knew if he even still watched from up above. If the Gods set to a course of action who would stand against them? Who could stand against them? How long would Revan continue to fight this endless battle against injustice on a case by case basis? Something needed to be done. Something needed to change. With another sigh he resigned himself to his lot in life and shelved his minds ranting for the time being.

"In any case, as much as I hate to admit it the scribe has a point. Let us move on so we can get on with our duties. I think this little orc problem has distracted us all long enough. Is there any other issues to be brought before us all or can we part ways for another thousand years?"

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The crowd seethed and fumed, from afar it looked akin to a single entity a great mass of humanity which chanted and cried in anger at the steadfast line of figures that dared stand before it. But Tché knew better, each individual in the crowd was a man, a woman or a child who had their own hopes, dreams and desires along with their own personal reasons for their discontent. Each figure that found themselves united under a banner of dissatisfaction had their own story to tell, but such things did not matter at times like these. True, the soldiers who stood defiantly in accordance with their orders were worthy of mention too, their hearts burning bright in the belief of the system which they defended before the mob that so terribly dwarfed there number; and yet some were undoubtedly questioning if they would pull the trigger when the time came. All through this, the God of Rebellion watched and waited as his work came to fruition, he had stoked the flames and nudged the ringleaders in the general direction, but he had to pass the credit on for such a mass demonstration to the mortals. He found himself grinning beneath his hood, the mortals were idealistic he’d give them that, the cause that these one’s were fighting for had already slipped his mind, inconsequential as it was; he sincerely doubted many of the mortals that rallied behind it fully understood it either, but they were all coaxed along by the promises of change regardless. Tché had little to do by this point and honestly his presence was not required here, but as he had watched the generously donated arms passed amongst the mob or the anger grows as the citizens’ own protectors sought to obstruct them, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. He was in the midst of the mortals taking their future into their own hands, of an example of the sheer will and power that they collectively possessed, his own actions were merely guiding in comparison. The God could feel the tension building in the air, the tangible electricity of order about to break and crumble before the masses; the first shot rang out. A protestor fell, a splash of red flowing from their chest. A soldier went next, not dead, not yet, but crying out in agony as the shot scraped his side. The result was instant. Soldiers, with brotherhood drilled into their psyche, would not stand to see one of their own soaked in his own blood, and the massacre had begun. Tché walked calmly away from the scene as mortals screamed and broke around him, with the vast majority finding themselves caught in the crossfire. He had expected the end result, the protestors could not stand against such superior force, but it might not be so for those who would come after them; as was the way of the world, some must be the stepping stone of those that follow. Turning down a side street, Tché left the sounds of Rebellion behind him, finding himself amongst shadows and the unheard denizens of the town. He walked without pause, he was already late and knew there’d be hell to pay for it but they’d get over it. Finding what he was looking for, the God of Rebellion stopped and rotated the handle of an inconspicuous door, before striding through it only to appear half the world away and before the Hall of Immortals.

Tché had never seen the grand temple with his own eyes before, he had had little reason to visit and he was generally kept quite occupied, now that he saw the meeting place of his king he allowed an admiring whistle to escape from his lips. The structure seemed to emanate power and control, appearing both ancient and filled with its singular purpose; the Moderator sure knew how to impress. The mammoth doorway opened before the God as he made his way inside, the interior of the building no less impressive than outside, with tapestries showcasing the triumphs of the Gods lining the walls. Some of the tales were familiar to the God, heck he could remember some of them, but others were from far before his time. The sound of raised voices brought Tché out of his reverie and reminded him he was at the Temple for a specific purpose, he had to admit he was somewhat curious of finally being able to meet the rest of his kin. Stepping through a final set of doors, Tché found himself in a grandly lit hall, the centrepiece of which was a circular table where the supposedly equal would sit. However, what gripped his attention were the men and women who occupied it, “Sorry for the late arrival. I am Tché, God of Rebellion.”

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The conflict between Revan and Athena had caused Kelmor a moment of unease, for the balance within the immortals was beginning to shift into chaos as it always did. He had lightly gripped the hilt of his bastard sword when it had seemed the two would come to blows, if it was needed then he would have stepped in but as usual Revan withdrew his interest from the conflict in an attempt to diffuse it.

"At least its slightly more interesting here than I hoped, but still almost unbearably dull." His voice quiet enough for only the other two to hear.

"I'd say 'interesting' is perhaps a tactless way of describing it." Indris replied, her voice portraying her concern.

"It can only cause more trouble if this continues." Kelmor said solemnly before releasing his grasp on his swords hilt as he stood to address them all, looking into the face of each immortal gathered as he did so. "We came here because it is expected of us to answer the summons, as it is of all of you as well. We did not come here to watch each of you posture and argue over who is the more important or the more powerful or who is the more suited to the issues brought to this table. " He sighed and rested his pale knuckles on the wooden table "We will watch from the sidelines as this course of action threatens to cause strife for this council no longer. As far as we are concerned all mortals are as guilty of upsetting the balance as any other, being born an elf or human affords them no special merit in our eyes. They die all the same, and they are judged all the same." He lowered his head for a moment, his shoulders sagging slightly as Indris places her hand firmly on his right.
"If you all condone the slaughter of an entire race then the balance that the Moderator tasked us with maintaining will crack and shatter. All three races have risked that balance by seeking to reverse the Wheel. But I fear your cry of bloodshed will force them to even greater acts in such an aim, after all when left with no family, no friends and no kin; they have a choice, to seek rest and join those they have lost or something far darker."

To their left Menoth has been sat drumming his fingers on the table, with several discarded books of the lives of those he's tormented after their judgement but as not found them entertaining for long. His brothers speech makes sense but he is bored with it for it is simply stating things he already knows. He slowly raises his fingers up, letting faint tendrils of pale smoke fall from them and form a pair of marionettes. A human and an Elf slowly tap-dance on the table in front of him before he merges their tendrils onto his left hand and summons a third with his right. He begins to have the new arrival, an Orc, battle with the Elf and the Human for a moment before having them sit around a table, mirroring current events.

"If Humanity and the Elven nations think that going to war with the Orcs is the way forward then that is their choice, not ours. And either way, as my Brother has already said, they will be judged all the same. And waging a unjust purge of another species, however noble such an act must be when their god tells them to do it, will still see those responsible suffer till they have earned their place back in the turning of the wheel."

As he finished and turned back to his marionettes, making them socialise and enjoy a civil meal with eachother the doors to the hall burst open to admit another Immortal.

“Sorry for the late arrival. I am Tché, God of Rebellion.”

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Eris


ultimately she hated going to the meetings of unity amoung the gods so she decided to take her time on getting there by rallying up her beloved orcs as they rampaged across her dear little sisters love temples. Eris laughed with giddy as chaos broke out as the temples men and women devoted too Lady Loves cause perished under the orcs great battle cry while others were simply to cowardly to fight and ran from the main point of battle. A cruel smile displayed on her face, Eris cocked her head at a diffrent noise a kind of tension in the air and suddenly dissapeared only to appear within a large mob set against soldiers 'a rebellion mmm' she walked amoung the group invisible to the mortals, she reached the front of the line, then dissapeared and reappeared above the crowd in a smaller size of her chaotic form, shadowy feathered wings sprouted from her back, her black hair tied up with a golden band. in her right hand was a silver trident, though it wasnt her favorite weapon it would have to do for now, in her left was the one item that she favour above all else, her golden apple of discord. "how boring when are they going to fight"she waited for a moment before shaking her head in annoyance a delighted smile on her lips "time for some screaming" Eris drew back her left hand and threw the golden apple in the crowd of mortals, immedietly one mortal saw it and made a grab for it but a soldier did too, a shot rang out as the soldier fell back dead, which riled up the others and so the rebellion started.


Most were fighting for their original cause but her apple of discord was still there drinking in the chaos it created, so Eris reached down with her trident, the forked end latched on to the apples delicate skin and she brought it back to eye level. "hmm oh dear it looks like you got a little dirty didnt you" she pouted a little, taking the apple off one of the prongs she held it in her hand its delicate skin now flawless and seeminly untouched by the mortal hands that tried to take it. It began to glow after a while, Eris smiled when she noticed this and took a bite out of the apple. The sweet taste of chaos burst in her mouth as the sweet juice of screams dribbled down her chin then it was all gone "ah thank you little mortals for that wonderful meal" she said her voice laced in sarcasm.


Looking around she spotted a young man in rather strange clthing walk away from the crowed, catching her intrest Eris followed him. Of course he couldnt see her no one can if she didnt want you too even if you were a god but this only worked in the mortal world of Largaine in the gods realm she would always be seen. Eris after he opened a door and step through it, she followed him only to find that he wasnt in the room behind the door but was gone and she easily made the connection "ah a new god I see I wonder of what though" she was indeed curious, looking over her shoulder at the rebellion she clapped her hands as if applauding her work and possibly the young gods work as well.

"oh well only the damned meeting will tell guess i should go, ugh what a terrible waste of time" she then took a step forwards and appeared within the halls of the grand temple. Eris was now in her god form her phantom hair moved with every movement, her body made up of mist, it was constantly shifting with every movement no matter how small, Eris being the way she was dragged her nails across the walls as she walked leaving deep gouges in its surface. As she neared the doors she could feel again that chaotic power of immortals bickering "oh how rude they get into chaos without me the Goddess OF Chaos" irritation obviously displayed on her beautiful features. And because of this her size expanded from irritation but also from the chaos she was drawing upon both from the mortal world and of the immortals, the doors didnt even open for her as she was no longer there but simply mistified on the otherside, the lights dimmed considerably as she laid out in the hall her body nearly filled the whole space.

Resting her head on her hand she began to trace random lines on the floor before looking at everyone "hello my dear little siblings" Eris was mainly referring to the fact that she was indeed larger than they were but also because she was probably the oldest god there. She smirked a little when she noticed the same man from before "oh so you are a god welcome to the family dear boy" her body changed again as she appeared next to the young god even if she shrunk down to their size she was still considerably taller than all of them to a certain extent though. Eris circled the god her back pressed against his shoulder while her left arm traced his jawline. She then grabbed his chin, looking at him the way a grandmother would look at her grandchild before saying "my how adorable you are" and she did say just that, then she dissapeared again and was now sitting on the armrest of her chair.

"I hope you dont mind me messing with your little work, dear I just couldnt resist myself to causing some mischeif, no?" looking at her nails, her misty body swirled and she was now sitting in her chair making sure to make eye contact with each and every god or goddess there. Her eyes glowed red as they lingered on Lady Fate one of the goddess she didnt care much for as she could never really benefiet from the younger goddess but Eris was well aware that Lady Fate probably didnt like her either considering the fact that the girl couldnt even see Eris's fate, if she could it would drive her insane as Eris was also the goddess of Insanity her fate was always changing even if your the goddess of Fate you would never be able to see her fate unless Eris wanted you to see it.


Eris then sat up realizing she hadnt apologized for her late arrival her mouth formed in a 'o' which then turned to a delighted smile. "oh I do apologize for my late arrival my dearest siblings but I was rather busy leaving sweet chaos in my wake" as soon as those words left her mouth she burst out laughing mainly becaise none of what she said she meant, wiping away a tear, Eris's laughter subside as she leaned back in her chair again watching the others. Eris smiled with pride knowing that with her presence, anything could happen, the chances of them breaking out into a fight rose considerably and also because of the fact that she fed off of each and everyone of then; well exept Librus and maybe Alahya but there was always a way to bring chaos into the mix of things. "so tell me what has gotten you up in such a twist or rather what is our topic of the day" she purred, her hair moved about ad expanded, twisting in the air and around her before falling back down and resumed its original movements. even her long strapless dress moved or rather its end did, mist drifting to and from her, around her as she was fed the chaos in the air, her eys full of amusement.

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Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art Character Portrait: Tché
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Athena sheathed her sword and returned to her chair but not before stopping next to Revan. Her sword hand gripped his shoulder and she leaned in to whisper into his ear. " Challenge accepted. I will be expecting you outside of my Sanctum after this is all over.".

The Goddess then continued on her way. Once seated she let herself sink low into her chair, her legs crossed and her eyes wondering the room to behold each of her siblings. Whenever they returned to Revan she grinned ever so faintly. Her sword and shield had morphed together and stretched out into a Javelin. Athena's free hand rested on it and no doubt should Revan over step his boundaries again, she would see this Javelin through his chest. Unfortunately, for those who would like this meeting to turn into a brawl, Athena would never defile this sacred place by spilling the blood of any immortal. The javelin was there was a simple threat and reminder to Lord Vengeance. Nothing more. Nothing less.

The two new arrivals did not receive a warm welcome from Athena. The young Lord of Anarchy and her older sister, Lady Eris, seemed to make it their mission to challenge and undo the Order Athena had placed in the mortal realm. They were the cause of Athena's headaches and why Lady Order stayed up late into the night doing damage control in the Mortal Realm. The only comfort she found was in Tche, who had occasionally done Good and placed a few benevolent leaders at the head of their nations. This was a miniscule feat when Athena compared it to the times things went south in the uprisings he stirred.

Athena cleared her throat to grab everyone's attention away from the two she deemed undesirables and spoke. "There is the matter of the Sword of Strength I created some thousand years ago. My Valkyries have lost it's exact where abouts. If the weapon falls into the wrong hands, I fear there would be a great change of balance and power in the Mortal Realm.".

Athena looked at Eris and Tche then added. "On second thought I think It's best if I handle that matter alone. It is my Sword after all.".

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Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Athena Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art Character Portrait: Tché
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Karergaris hung upside down from his chair. He didn't hear anything anyone was saying. Blah blah blah Orcs blah blah blah Genocide blah blah blah Katergaris lifted himself up and looked at all of his kin. They were arguing too much, why couldn't they just have fun? That's what The Jester did and he was pretty happy over-all. They were talking about Orcs, Orcs were horrible beasts, not for what they did but for the mere fact that they didn't have any funny jokes. Katergaris has almost blanked out again when he heard Revan say "Is there any other issues to be brought before us all" Katergaris stumbled in his seat, attempting to slip around to be the right way up with a slip he hit the ground with a thump.

Katergaris was about to speak when he was interrupted by two late arrivals, Tche God of Rebellion and Eris Goddess of Chaos and Insanity. Tche was new, you could see it when you looked at him. Katergaris raised his hand is a large wave. "Hello Tche and Eris!" Katergaris basically screamed it as he looked at them. It was then The Jester turned to the rest of the table.

Katergaris jumped up and looked at everyone a jingling coming from his hat. He raised his hand high in the air. "I actually have an important issue, much more important than Orcs or whatever.." The Jester stood and paced running his hand along the table, looking at each god in turn. His smile was still present but his tone was slightly more serious. "I created an artifact long ago...That gives people super-speed. The Boots of Naz'asboul and someone has taken them and they're running around somewhere causing trouble BUT more importantly still, I'm thinking of throwing a party where everyone is invited, now to get in you have to wind the box and when Jack pops up just say that you're there for the party..."