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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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a character in “Gods in a New Age”, as played by tinker3043

Description

Name: Sargon
Title/s: Lord of the Twisting Nether, Father of All Wolves, First Huntsmen, the Shadow, Father of the Werebeast
Creed: Should you chosse to follow my footsteps, you will embrace eternity. In my voice and words you will find wisdom and knowledge beyond compare. By my hand and my will your destiny will be forged.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Good
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Height: 6'8"
Build: Athletic
Weight: 200 lbs
Hair: Black
Eyes: Grey/Blue

Personality

View of Mortals: Sargon view mortals as unique creations with a great ability to fullfill the his needs. Should they sstrong willed.prove their worth, they are granted the honor of becoming a Werebeast.

Personality towards Mortals: Tho he is feared by some, and approached with caution. Sargon has a kind and compassionate heart. He is coragous and loyal to those who put their trust within him. Tho young by record of the Gods, he is very wise and determined.

Personality towards Gods: He tends to hide his emmotions and motives from his fellow Gods, as many view him as somewhat soloitary. Tho on any occasion he has opend up to the Goddess of Fate, to whom he has laid his trust in.

History

Realm/Home: The Twisting Nether is an ethereal realm of immense beauty. It is filled with lush forests, towering mountains, crisp rivers and clear water lakes. Wild animals roam free, and great wolves are the guardians of its doors. It is here that Sargon rules over the spirits of their werebeast and champions. It is here where they live forever in the fervor of the hunt.....Tho he continue to walk the planes of man, as he always have. Guiding and caring for his followers.

Symbol: The wolves of the world are the sacred symbol of Sargon

Werebeast: As Sargons influence over man grows, he seeks to honor his followers trust. As champions arrise to carry out his bidding and bring glory to his shrines, he bestows upon each a rare gift. Through the animal of their chosing, he grants them a beastial form and instinct so that they may forever carry on the ways of the hunt.

Prophecy: Whispers amongst the hunters of the world are of the great Lord of the Hunt. That he has fathered children into this world, demi-gods, children of immense skill and prowness. But of course these are but rumors and whispers between those who live in the wild. A ruse to scare those who live within the walled cities of the world.

So begins...

Sargon, Lord of the Hunt's Story

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A cold chill slowly began to seep into the Hall of Immortals. Not quick and fleeting like an acrtic wind, no this cold lingered and stung, it seeped the very life from a mortals bones. Yet just as quickly as it had came, as quickly as the first immortals breath was seen in the ice air....it had vanished....

Down the long corridor to the Hall of Immortals, a lone wolf walked. It was a fierce and intimidating being, nearly twice the size of any mortal on Lorgaine. Its eyes were a mix of gray and deep blue, and it fur an awestruck inspiring silver. Its teeth and claws were a pure ivory hue, and sharpened without flaw. As it reached the end of the corridor, it began to slow its pace entering the Hall of Immortals. Standing at the entrance it shifted its great head to gaze across the room gauging and evaluating each of the immortals present. Seeming satisfied it shook its great coat.....and began to change.....

In place of where the great wolf had been, a man now stood. Tho his face held the look of some age, his body was tall and well built showing youth and vigor. From shoulders to toe, he was covered in a fitting plate armor of dark gray. Its shoulders were molded into that of wolf heads, and on many of the other pieces were etched depictions of wolves. A thick silver fur cloak hung behind him. As he scanned the room again for a particular individual, his hand rested upon the hilt of pure silver longsword strapped to his side..

"Goddess of Fate" he whispered to himself

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"And there she is" Sargon said to himself seeing Corallium leaning over toward Revan, how he despised the Lord of Vengeance. He chuckled to himself, what was he doing here it was not like any of the Elder gods would seek his opinion on any of the matters they discussed. None accept Corallium who always seemed to have her hands in everything. She was a lustful goddess, and gave off the presence of one seeking knowledge of everything in sight. Athena had once or twice sought his opinion, but that was for one reason alone. Many of Sargons own followers had once worshiped the Goddess of War herself, one of the few reasons the Huntsmens followers were strong warriors and champions in their own right. He thought to himself...

Someday his power would rival their own, and then they would seek his council

Sargon walked over toward one of the great windows in the Hall of Immortals, and stood looking out over the world. He waited there listening to the other gods argue and bicker, threaten and compliment one another. He assumed none had noticed his arrival, and he was glad for some days he perefered the solitary life he had grown accustomed to. Yet as he looked out the window he thought to himself how far the beings of this world had come, how much they had accomplished. He was proud of them, of all of them. But two in particular had gained his attention. He pulled a locket from beneath his armor, in opening it two pictures appeared within it. One a man and the other a women, almost identicle in feature.

Today you both would be eighteen, I wish I could be there to see you grow. But your mother would never allow it

He continued to touch the faces, emmotions once foreign to him welled inside ready to break out at any moment. They were the emmotions of a father longing for his children....

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Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Revan Thanatos Character Portrait: Corallium Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God
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Athena chuckled and shook her head at Corallium's comment. Had this been said while Lograine was still young and the Lord of Justics and the Lady of War were the closest of friends, it would have caused Athena to blush and hide her tomato red face beneath her helmet. In the light of current events, however, it held little weight on Athena. Just Coral poking fun at her again.

"Oh Coral you'll have to try harder then that.". Athena said over her shoulder as she walked to the door, passing the Goddess of Minstrels. Some of Athena's winged wish maidens were already appearing before her and a small arguement broke out over who would address the War Maiden first. While the valkyries argued, Lady War leaned down to Alayha to hear her whispers (which were more like thunderous shouts when compared to the wish maidens hushed bickering).

Alayha was always full of good intent but Athena was convinced she could do some good with this duel.

" Dear Minstrel your concern flatters me but me and Revan are warriors. Sure he is one of a different breed but look he carries a blade around his waist as do I and he fights for a noble cause same as me. I'm certain in our duel we will not only exchange blows but laughs and apologies as well... Now ladies.".

She turned to her servants, her voice causing them all to cease their heated debate . "We shall settle this back at home where my kinsmen cant see you all fight like children.". The Valkyries lowered their heads in shame and Athena sliced open a portal in the air with her sword. Her servants walked in but the War Maiden delayed. Her attention was momentarily taken by the extremely late newcomer. "Moderator have mercy..." she muttered and passed into the patrol to ready herself for the battle ahead

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To say that Tché had not expected to be toyed so by the Goddess of Chaos would have been understatement, with an unsteady step backwards in order to regain his balance at her arrival. Inside, he silently fumed as Eris treated him like little more than a mortal but he kept his indignation to himself, what had he expected after all? As she mentioned her involvement in the recent riot Tché nodded his head, Well, that explains plenty; the entire scene had felt somewhat off, he knew that blood would’ve been shed regardless of what occurred at the time, but the bloodlust had been almost tangible, driving men on both sides to commit atrocities. The God of Rebellion cared little for the Goddess’ involvement, chaos was an effective and rather spectacular tool when utilised correctly, and there had been many a time when Tché had exploited it to further his own ends. However, Eris was a manifestation of a chaotic nature he could see that her actions served little purpose other than the creation of further chaos, a perpetual motion machine of damnation and destruction; if the Goddess of Insanity had her way the entire world would drown in blood for her own amusement. Tché couldn’t help but respect her ambition, although he wasn’t entirely sure if he supported them. The sharp ring of the Lady of War’s sword returning to its sheath drew the God of Rebellion’s attention, and Tché found himself taking in the presence of the Goddess of Order and rather taken aback by the distasteful look that contorted her features. Needless to say, this wasn’t the first time he had seen the Warrioress, he’d been in enough wars and battles to have seen her chariot racing across the sky on more than one occasion, but he had never actually had the pleasure of meeting her in person. And now that he did, he found himself unsure as to what to make of the woman. The most glaring thing was that she most definitely did not look like the statues and figures that lined her temples across Lograine and quite clearly had a somewhat different dress sense than the mortals gave her credit for, although none of which necessarily surprised Tché. What did cause him pause was the look on her face, a glare that simply emanated disappointment, arrogance and a sense of superiority.

Quickly scanning the rest of those assembled, Tché began to put names to the faces of his family. The God of Justice and Vengeance, Revan, was hardly the most inconconspicuous of Gods, but Tché realised that the Lawman was worlds away, with what could only be described as a mix of both anger and sadness in his regard of Athena. The Temptress and the Jester were also present, with the former clearly detached from the rest of the group, and apparently the happier because of it, whilst the Laughing God raved on about some boots or what-not; Tché smiled at his brother, they had never met, but despite this he had still witnessed some of the consequences of his more en masse pranks. Librus, the aged god of Knowledge gained Tché’s sympathy as he became the newest target of Eris; Tché had had some run-ins with the Immortal’s organization of cartographers in the past, as they strode into warzones and tried to make contact with rebel groups, desperate to record what drove them to violence. This was in addition to the other times Tché met with the cartographers, attempting to get the flow of information to reverse, generally with little to show for it in the end. The Triumvirate were also present, collectively they were arguably the most powerful among them, and yet they each kept themselves in balance and in check as they did the rest of Lograine. Finally, were the Goddesses of Love and Music. Unlike most, Tché knew the power that Alahya wielded; all too often art and rebellions were symbiotic in nature, with the idealists that dared to imagine so often inspiring those around them to rise to the occasion. Indeed, one merely had to open their ears at a rally and hear the barrage of sound and music to appreciate its authority over the actions of mortals. However, as Tché’s eyes wandered to the Goddess of Beauty, he overheard the passing promise from Athena to her sister: "burning your temples will be much harder real soon. I promise." The God of Rebellion easily put two and two together, it was no secret that the Orcs had begun yet another campaign into the lands of the elves, and that many of the Goddess’ temples were in their war path, it wasn’t particularly anything new. However, this time the humans were hesitant to get involved as they bickered amongst themselves and so the elvish stood alone against the tide. Tché had to admit a certain extent of responsibility for that, and couldn’t help but feel somewhat accountable for what had befallen Arabella’s temples and followers; although, he had little love for elves, far too darn pleased with their lot if you asked him. The God considered the curious problem and was reminded of the last time he had been amongst the Orcs; by the time the Lord of the Hunt entered the Hall, the beginnings of both a smile and an idea had begun to form.

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Character Portrait: Eris Character Portrait: The Triumvirate Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art Character Portrait: Tché
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Eris

she smiled as she took note of Revan and Corallium's departure, then one of the newer gods Sargon entered the hall but it did little to lighten her boredome. standing up Eris appeared by the doors her hair billowed behind her as if trying to catch up to her movements "well my little darlings its time i go i do beleive this meeting is over no? so i shall see you in the next couple centries or so. Oh and if you dont mind please look away if you wish to keep your sanity" a smirk on her face as a rift opened up before her what it showed no one knew but Eris as she was the only being in the universe who could withstand the pull of Madness that leaked into the room. Eris had one look back over her shoulder and then she was gone the rift closed and the pull of Madness subsided.

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Hall of Immortals
Sargon looked up from the locket at the remaining immortals. They were still fighting and arguing amongst themselves. He was sick of this, they squabled like children over a toy. He was disgusted by their single minded views, they needed to see Lorgaine for what it really was, a land of beauty and mystery. A land where the mortals under the gods guidence could create astounding kingdoms across the land and bring peace. But instead they fought amongst eachother, spreading murder and chaos in their wake. He was tired of this.....it was time he found himself a champion.....someone to go forth and forge a kingdom in his name.....to bring order and justice together again, peace and unity under one banner.

Who then will be the king of this new land....

His eyes glossed over a pure silver as he looked down at Lorgraine and evaluated its inhabitants....until it fell upon one.....

Perhapse not a king.....but a queen

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Proudmoure Academy

Cara stood at her balcony, she looked out across the academy grounds before her. Here was a place where those gifted with the touch of magic lived, studied, and trained. Enchantresses, wizards, warlocks, witches, and sorceresses of every kind had walked these halls. But Cara, now Cara was a special sorceress. Left years ago upon the steps of the academy, no record of a mother or father, or her birth at all. She was picked up by the headmaster of the Academy, Zedakis Zoul'Zerander, and adopted as if she were his own daughter. Tho she attended studies as many other students had, her teachers treated her differently. They were harsher when it came to her, as if she did not belong, but in reality it was because they knew she had a far greater potential than any of the others. She had grown to become an extremly talented sorceress, with an aptitude for elemental magic. Her love for others, and her compassion however are what had gained the attention of a god this day....

Cara you have been chosen

"Who is there" Cara said surprised, she was looking around her room as if the voice had came from there

Do not worry child, I am a friend. If you seek to know who I am, go to the grove of rejuvination tomarrow

It was Caras curiousity that guided her choice that next day, for without it she would have remained at the academy......the voice fading into memory.

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Hearthfire Manor

Elyssia was bustling around the dinning room, moving back and forth between apothecary study and the kitchen. She was used to the time it took Khalan to find her brother, and the time it took for them to return home. She had packed away the ingredients Khalan had brought back, the stew was almost finished cooking. The brooms were busy about the manor cleaning here and there, and she had organized the next days schedual. She was preparing to set down the last bowl at the table when she stopped briefly. A tingle ran up her back...someone had crossed the magical barrier she set around the manor. She wiped her hands off on her apron and moved to one of the dinning room windows. What she saw frightened her more than death itself.

My children!

Khalan and Erik began to slowly make their way onto the courtyard. They were both battered and bruised, dirt covered their torn cloths and worn faces. Erik clutched at his side heavily, grimmicing in pain. Khalan supported him under one arm, almost dragging him into the courtyard. Elyssia hesitated no longer, she burst through the double doors to the manor and ran to her children. "By the gods, Khalan what happened" she said reaching them in time to take Erik from his sisters shoulders.

"A cave troll motha" Khalan said catching her breath "It attacked us both on our way home. Erik took the brunt of its rage"

"Someone had to watch out for you sister" Erik said with pain and unease, he coughed uncontrollably

"Dont speak my son" Elyssia insisted, she looked to Khalan "Help me get your brother inside"

The two managed to drag Erik into the manor. As Khalan shut the doors behind them, her mother had moved Erik to one of the side rooms right within the main hall. Elyssia turned with Erik still hanging on her, to face her daughter "Khalan get a bowl of water, some xander root, majolinar petals, and vicor thorax. Quickly child"

Khalan acknowledged her mothers words, and took to her feet off for the apothecary room. Elyssia had lowered her son into one of the beds. He grumbled in pain. She opened his vest and shirt to find his chest and abdomin battered and bruised.
Khalan had begun rummaging through the cabinates and shelves of the apothecary room. She had spent soem time inside here with her mother, and had found the items her mother requested. She hurried to bring the items and a bowl of water to her mother. She set them down beside the bed itself. Elyssia dipped a cloth in the water, placing it upon Eriks forehead "Good, now Khalan I need you to crush the roots and thorax into powder, and mix all the ingredients into the water"
"Yes mum" Khalan pulled out a dagger, she cut the root into managable pieces, and used the pommel to crush the thorax and root into a powder. She placed the petals, and powders into the water stirring it with her daggers tip "Here mother" she handed the bowl to Elyssia who took it and placed it to Eriks lips "Drink this son, it will fight the pain" and Erik did so without question, no sooner had he finished the bowl than he had fallen fast asleep. Elyssia still sitting on his bed, looked to her daughter "Khalan. tell me what happened...tell me everything"

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Hall of Immortals

Sargon had grown tired of this battle between Immortals. He had heared that these so called "talks" held little weight or meaning, and he was proven right. Now he grew restless, his body urged him to te arena where e would watch Atena and Revan fight. No from now on he had more important matters than dealing with the gods. No he had a vision to fullfill.....a empire to build.....and a queen to lead it into a new age. Sargon closed his eyes looking out the window...

My children....I ask you now to prove your loyalty to the Hunt and to myself. War comes upon the winds, a war that seeks to destroy our world as we know it. You have all sworn your lives to the Hunt, and sworn an oath to do whatever must be done. Far to the north lies a land yet untouched by man, elf, or orc. A land rich with everything a people would need to survive and prosper. It is here that you will send any who can be spared....it is here that you will forge the begining of an empire in my name......it is here where the fate of Lograine will be decided.

Sargon opened his eyes and looked towards the Grove of Rejuvination

And here is where Council will meet the new queen.....

With that Sargon began to move towards the exit, with each step forward his body and armor began to mold slowly into the great silver wolf that had entered the Hall. As he reached the end of the corridor a deep chill entered the Hall, followed by a howling wind that engulfed the god....and he was gone....

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Character Portrait: Librus Character Portrait: Katergaris, The Trickster God Character Portrait: Arabella Character Portrait: Alahya Godess of Music & Art Character Portrait: Tché Character Portrait: Sargon, Lord of the Hunt
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By the time the Lord of the Hunt had arrived, the meeting was all but complete, and by the time the solitary man chose to vacate the hall, Tché had decided that he too had much work to do in order for his plan to come to fruition. Only the Trickster, Alahya and Arabella remained by this point, and Tché imagined that the Goddess of War and Lord of Vengeance must be in the process of settling their little feud. “Katergaris! I’ll see if I can make it to that party of yours, for the pleasure of hearing your jokes at the least.” Tché laughed before admitting, “I doubt I’ll be a true part of this family until I’m the butt of one, no?” The God of Rebellion made his way to an unobstrusive side door that lay dwarfed by the mighty entrance to the hall through which the immortals had arrived. If any looked thought back, they would be unable to recall ever noticing the door before, or if indeed there ever was one in its place. Opening the door revealing a hustling urban scene on the other side, with mortals going about there every day business oblivious to what lay so close to them but still so far away, Tché paused momentarily to address the remaining goddesses. “Lady Love, Music. Until we meet again under hopefully somewhat more productive circumstances.” He said, nodding to each of the immortals. “Arabella, I also believe I may have a way of alleviating the pressure on your followers, but I must meet with some of my contacts first.” And with that, the God walked through the non-existent door with an excited grin as he waited to put his bold idea into action. Walking through the hustling streets, Tché drew little attention despite his somewhat dubious appearance, and paid little heed to the mortals around him as he went over the plan forming in his head. He would have to pay a visit to the Librarian, but first he needed to get the ball rolling…

Jregh Sulgha stood in his tent, looking over the maps that lay sprawled across the table that dominated the dwelling, his brow furrowed as he calculated his next move. The tribe of Orks faced far superior numbers and could be crushed at any moment by the larger Clans, their only saving grace: the war with the Elves that sucked so much of their opponents’ attention and resources. That, and the fact that they were led by a man who was nothing short of visionary. Jregh commanded the respect of his subordinates through more than simple fear; he guided the rebellion with a sure hand, striking his foes where they were weakest and he was strongest, before fading into the wilderness before they could pursue. Raids, diversions, feints, these had been the tactics that had brought the Orks victory after victory as their brothers whirled about in confusion, often accusing one another of the attacks rather than admitting meagre ‘slaves’ had done such harm. The sound of boots outside the tent entrance drew the Warlord’s attention as his second-in-command entered the make-shift command centre, placing his fist on his chest in salute as he did so. “Sulgha, the raiders just returned from Largashbur and have claimed a victory for the cause. Nogdakk boasts of kills and loot which he dares others to match.” Yukrogh had a grin on his face as he spoke, as if imagining the glorious battle that had taken place and the terror that their foes must’ve felt at the sudden strike. “Just what I want to year Yukrogh, we shall feast tonight! But I want all the scouts I sent out last night to make their reports before they fill their bellies full of mead, clear?” The ork laughed at his Warlord’s joke before pausing as if just remembering something important, “Of course sir. Also, there is a visitor who stumbled into the camp, he claims he is a traveller and seeks your presence. Mentioned something about your ‘first act of defiance’, said you’d know what it means.” Sulgha had suddenly become more serious as Yukrogh finished, he searched his follower’s eyes for any hint of a lie, and was satisfied that he found none. “I see.” Yukrogh’s let slip some of the concern he was feeling, who was this human that caused the Warlord such disquiet. “Show him in Yukrogh, let us hear what my old friend has to say.” The cloaked figure of the God of Rebellion was then beckoned to enter the tent, a grin visible on his face as he pulled down his hood. “It’s good to see you too Jregh, been far too long.”

Sulgha looked the God up and down, the immortal that had spared his life so long ago and set him on this path of war, taking his time to make his mind up on the man before him. Finally, the Warlord relented with a sigh and a the edges of a smile formed on his face, “Ah! Our mysterious anonymous benefactor I presume? How many years has it been Tché?” Yukrogh felt his jaw drop as he finally recognised the divine before him, immediately standing straight planting his fist to his chest in salute as a sign of respect. Tché looked at the Ork, somewhat amused that the man reacted quite as such, releasing him with a wave of his hand. “Guilty as charged. Sorry for not dropping in sooner, other matters to attend to and what-not – did you know there is a meeting of the Gods every millennia? And all they seem to do is bicker and moan about the fact that they have to meet up every 1,000 years? Bloody painful I tell you! Anyway, the heart of the matter is that I do believe I may have found you your lucky break.”

Tché made his way away from the Ork camp having discussed his plans with the Warlord over a few barrels of mead. The Ork’s excitement could hardly be disguised beneath his mask of command as the God laid out his scheme, and Jregh had imagined how the battles would play out. The God of Rebellion had offered him a lifeline, a chance to finally have an impact on the Clans and make some headway in this fight rather than simply bide their time until they grew bored with the Elves. Jregh felt his heart lighten and his spirit soar: there was hope – nay, more than simple hope – the wheels of war and revolution were in motion, and woe to any who found themselves obstructing its progress. Stepping through a door that had not been but a moment ago, and yet drew no confused glances, the God of Rebellion appeared before the Archives of Librus. Tché stepped boldly up to the great entrance of the sanctified halls of knowledge and pounded his fist on the mighty wooden door, the thundering sound shattering the calm serenity of the place. Stepping back, the God waited for his kin to answer, he wasn’t exactly sure how to proceed, but he’d figured that if he was going to ask for the Archivist’s help, then he might as well be polite about it.

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Sargon had managed to finish sending Cara upon her journey with enough time to view the last half of the dual. He stood hidden in the shadows and had watched the battle rage on. As the two immortals battle he analyzed and calculated each move, as was in his nature. When Athena would not bring her sheild up fast enough...

Now come on, your fighting like a orc with half a brain

Or when Revan would begin to give into his bloodlust....

No style, no form, you might as well say a child with a strand of wheat is a swordsman

He did not laugh, he did not show displeasure, his face remained in its natural judgmental gaze. Athena was not the only immortal to have a tacticle mindset, and Revan was not the only one to have mastership of the blade. Tho he was not as powerful as the Elder gods, he was as skilled. Sargon was different after all, different from all but one, Corallium. Both of these gods had been born a mortal birth. The only difference even there, was that Sargon had been born with a brother, Victus. It wasnt until Sargon and Victus had turned eight that they realized they were drastically different. For Sargon was born a immortal, while his brother...was simply a mortal. After that they had begun to drift apart, only meeting as families ever did.

But now you rest within the Twisting Nether my beloved brother
Sargon pulled the pendant from under his armor, it had been his brothers. Victus in his final years had started a family, one he so cherished above all others. He had joined the homeland guard around the town of Stardock, and it was in his third year of service that he had been killed by assassins, while protecting a visiting dignitary from a neighboring kingdom. He had left behind a wife and two children....The same two children who were upon the pendant, the same two who reminded him everyday of his very own two children.....which he was never allowed to see.....

Sargon looked back towards Revan And that is why I seek your death Lord of Vengence. For it was by your assassins hands that my brother died, protecting humans. And for what? So that they could appease your "Vengence" your "Justice" Sargon clenched his hand around the pendant before placing it away. He began to walk from the shadows towards Athena, he sought audience with the Godess of War, and to praise her on her victory.

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Rage was like a fire, unruly and wild yet powerful beyond compare. It could consume lives as easily as it could consume a forest with raw power that knew no end. Yet fire could also be used as a tool, something used to temper and make an even stronger element. Fire could create such elegance, such strength and such resolve it was above admirable it was heavenly. That anger that burned within the hearts of men and gods alike was like any other fire but if controlled, if mastered...

Control it. Do not let it control you

Her words echoed in his mind like a melody of truth and promise. His fierce green eyes stared up at his better with such hate as Athena loomed over him. The Goddess of Fate was his salvation this day as well as the promise of power to come. His mind contemplated her words and repeated them again and again as the song of her voice filled his mind.

This anger, this rage you carry can give you immense power

Power he needed, power he deserved. Such power would be his if he tempered the fire inside and used it to forge himself into such a force that none could stand in his way, not even the mighty Athena. Revan's fist clenched in resolve, anger and pain as he stared up defiantly at his sister. Corralium stood protectively over him and serving as the only thing keeping Revan from meeting the end of Athena's spear. It was then she turned to him, and placed the lightest kiss on his lips. A kiss, so simple and pure it filled him with an odd thought. The concept of victory for Fate had truly smiled on him this day. A kindness that would be returned in kind.

With renewed vigor and resolve Revan gritted his teeth in pain but pushed himself up. Blood dripped off him from the countless wounds on his body. His left arm sported a massive gash and hung limply at his side. His right hand was balled into a tight fist as he worked to hold his rage at bay. His body was mangled and covered in fresh cuts, gashes and bruises. The labor in which he drew each breath spoke to his numerous broken ribs. Yet it was his eyes that held the power within. Those ghostly green eyes stared now at Athena not as one who has just been bested in combat but as a predator eyeing prey. Confidant and self assured like the coming of an apocalyptic storm that only he could foresee.

"Bitch.... You should have killed me when you had the chance... You will not get a second opportunity. None of you will. Not the old, not the young... You will all soon feel the heat of billions of fires as my influence sets this world on the path it should have been on for centuries. You cannot escape it. You cannot flee from or fight justice forever. I will be the threat in the darkness, the blade that comes for you, the horror that plagues your dreams."

Revan's words were full of steady passion and a murderous intent but with each word his fervor grew.

"You had a chance to join me, willingly! Yet you have chosen oblivion! ALL THOSE WHO OPPOSE WHAT IS TO COME WILL SHARE YOUR FATE!"

Revan roared out the last of his words, his rage lashing out in what was spoken. He stared deeply into Athena's eyes, a silent promise to return the pains dealt to him this day. Then after a few tense moments of bitter silence he took a shaky step back as his body trembled in pain and anger.

"We will meet again Lady War... and on that day you will see the power in one who has the convictions to do all that is necessary. Until that day partings words for all my kin who think to continue to stand against me... I want you to imagine the fire. Think of it well for it is your future."

With that Revan Thanatos was consumed by a swirling black vortex of bats before vanishing into nothingness. The first stone had fallen and the land slide that was to come would change the face of Lorgaine forever.

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You shame yourself even further than defeat, Sargon smiled to himself at Revans battered pride, and lack of self control, he was weak.

As Sargon made his way down the stairs towards the Arena grounds, he began clapping slowly "A very noble victory Lady Athena"

Though there was much I would have done differently, Athena could see that Sargon had been critiquing the fight. It was his nature to learn an enemies flaws and exploit them "I was worried towards the end, it had seemed the world would have lost their War Mother" Sargon still kept his unexpressional face "But as always you have proven the victor, and the gracious one" Sargon had entered the Arena floor by then "I would not have granted him the chance to live"

As he approached her, his voice lowered "I would seek council with you" noticing her battered body "If it would not impose upon you" he held her gaze.

This world will be shapped with or without your help. Your choice is, whos side will you stand upon, Sargon thought to himself

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Her vision was blurred. All she was her enemy but then a new figurine appeared before her. This person stopped her claiming her prize and that enraged her more but only for a moment... Now you shall claim two trophies The blood lust promised but this faded quickly when the sound of this interloper's voice reached her ears.


"You know not what you do...".


It was Coral. The Goddess of Fate had come between her and Revan, grabbed her spear, and she was even bold enough to stand before the berserking Goddess of War. The Blood lust wanted to kill her too but it was shoved back in it's cage and locked away once more. She had only embraced it to protect her kin, she did not wish to harm anyone else other then Revan. Lady Fate went on to speak of a sin that the War Maiden would not be able to face. But Athena would die a thousand deaths and spend eternity in damnation if it meant that her siblings would be safe. Though they were ticking headaches and some even made her existence purely miserable (Eris mostly), they were still shared blood and this blood would be spilled over her dead lifeless and brutally mutilated body. Death may be her punishment for killing her brother but Death did not scare her. Should death come for her, she would meet it and die with a sword gripped in her hand.

"He is your dearest brother"... she went on to say, Athena needed not to hear more. He was once her dearest brother. Now he was a beast, a monster, that she would slay. But if Fate would not have him die here and now, then he would die in some other place at a different time. The Goddess backed away and turned her gaze towards Kelmor and then Eris.

Fate...Death...and Chaos...watched me fight... What an ill omen. She thought.

Eris came down and examined the two combatants before she gave an empty apology. The Goddess rolled her eyes and ignored her Older sister. She was a nut but she was needed nut. If it were not for Eris, Athena would not exist. It was from the need for an end to the Chaos that Order was born and with her appearance came War soon after. The War Maiden always pondered if her connection to Eris was deeper then merely "Lady Order was made to stop Lady Madness from setting things on fire, but if it were possible that if Eris were to (or if the Moderator blessed Athena) be 'removed' if Athena would follow...Afterall she was the reason Lady Order came into existence. This thought however never lasted for long because such things were best left to Librus and the War Maiden knew the old man would have told her of such a loophole.

Revan soon left, but not before damning them all to heck, and Athena was visited by another intruder. The Dread Wolf, as she called him, Sargon. The Lord of the hunt wanted to speak with her and she would hear him. It was best she did before the effects of the Blood Lust passed and the pain begun to siege her body.

"Very well Dread Wolf... I will hear you but not here...". She answered and turned to Kelmor who was still seated on the stands. "and not alone...".

"Brother Kelmor, I wish to ask you something..It's important!". She shouted and walked...limped towards the exit of the Arena, deeper into the interior of her Sanctum.

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"But of course Lady Athena" Sargon gave a respectful bow letting her lead the way. He looked back towards Kelemor An interesting turn of events, he smiled inwardly to himself, but for the better

He knew that even as they spoke, the Northlands were being populated by the Order of the Wolf, by his Werebeasts the lycans. He knew that soon Elyssia would seek his guidence in training Erik and Khalan. He knew that Cara was gathering more Companions on her journey. She was rallying more people to join her in the north.....and most of all he knew....that his own two children were reaching of age to seek him out..

Dragonmiir.....Khali....

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He'd watched, his hand clenched tightly around his sword as he watched Revan give into the darkness growing in his heart. He'd almost struck his sister when she'd taunted him, for while balance must be maintained she always irked him. Eris was part of the entropy of Lorgraine which was needed yet her personality seemed designed by the Moderator himself to annoy all creation. But he had still left her with parting words of his own, in an attempt to stop her continued pestering.

"Dear Eris, I know you find this event amusing but no matter. For in the end even the memory of this event will not give you solace, for in the end your machinations will be only against yourself."

Now left alone in the Arena he looked down at the new arrival and Athena in conversation, he had thought to approach the young Sargon for he too like Revan was out of balance with himself. And Kelmor knew well the reasoning behind such, after all he had already passed through their gates. Before he could decide his next course of action however his name was being called out by his sister below.

"Brother Kelmor, I wish to ask you something..It's important!".

He bowed slightly as he rose, and pulling his cloak around him and allowing his blade to vanish beneath made his way down towards his two siblings. He followed her into the inner sanctum of her domain, chuckling as the doors closed behind them with somewhat of a finality to them.

"It appears this event has been as damaging to mind as well as body. What do you wish to ask sister?" He asked as he lightly brushed his fingers over the marks left in his arm by his other sister, wondering why Eris seemed to focus so much upon them.




Deep within the earth, Indris paced irritably within the halls of the dead. She was walking alongside a map of Lorgraine, detailing the war that the Eternal Order was waging against the increasing armies of the unnatural damned. She knew that Menoth tormented the souls with this 'gift' in an attempt to give them another chance but it was always something she found distasteful. But Kelmor had decided it was a means for judgement, and that the mortals should be the ones to give them the true gift of oblivion. However his personal touch to the order had sat ill with her as well for his Chosen were something strange indeed to her mind. Her eyes kept flickering towards the chamber of judgement where she could see three pale figures governing the passage of the dead through the grey gates, and felt a slight shiver as she locked eyes with those of the right hand judge. Her own eyes stared back, devoid of the warmth they now held and instead filled with a dull emptiness.

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As she lead them deeper into the mysterious Sanctum, the numbing effects of the blood lust were wearing off. As sensation returned her body so did great pain. As she limped onward, arm extended out to the wall to support herself, she willed the doors to slam shut and lock themselves. It was clear they were here strictly on business. After some walking she lead them into a room that featured a rather but large table, a map, and a globe. Around the table were of course chairs and a plethora of books, some scattered pages that the occasional wish maiden would pick up and place atop a pile, and several ink wells and pens.

The Goddess stood over the table and the map's features all came to life. Mountains rose and rivers flowed freely off down the table (but the water disappeared into nothingness). Any Cities displayed on the map also popped up, showing everything that was going on behind their walls. The city in question was full of great panic. There were fires running rampant and the populace were being slaughtered in the streets by soldiers if not burned to death by the fire. Athena watched the events unfold as she addressed her brother Kelmor's question.

"I plan on killing Lord Revan... Now what are your thoughts on this, Lord Kelmor? Lord Sargon?".

Some Valkyries flew tp their Lady War with parchment, pen, and an ink will. Athena took them all and begun to write of the city's sacking by foreign forces and what lead up to this moment. Another set of wish maidens to her with a platter of salves, needles, and other instruments one would see a field surgeon carry with him. The Lady of war sighed and waved them off, she would endure the wounds till her guests were gone.

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Sargon spoke first, this with a voice of concern "I would see you retrieve treatment of your wounds Lady Athena. You need not show your strength before me, I know of it already and I would not see you as weak for accepting aid from your Valkyries" he gestured to the ones leaving

Sargon smiled inward at the proposal given by Lady Athena, but his face showed little change "It is a bold proposal" Sargon walked around the map "My Orders have done battle both with the Orcs" gesturing to Temples dedicated to Sargon that had become bastions of defense against the Orc invaders "As well as my own agents fighting Revans in secret" Many of the gods knew this. Sargons agents as well as Revans had made few encounters, but those encounters ended in bloodshed on both sides. Sargons Rangers guarded and protected the Ancient forests of the North and towards the south. Many who worked towards Sargons undoing often than not found their death at the tip of an arrow when one wondered to close to the forests themselves. As well, the shadows of Lorgaines cities were filled with men and women whos duty was to protect the innocent, instead of placing a dagger upon their backs. Sargon looked to Athena "I would stand beside you if you fought against Lord Revan" he looked to Lord Kelmor "The Keeper of the Dead knows my reasons"

And as time progressess my kingdom grows.....

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He shook his head slowly as he listened to what his sister planned, and of course young Sargon would pledge himself to such folly.

"What you plan may be one path to right the balance but... The chaos at the heart of our brother is something we need to fix and not simply destroy. He was once a good man, who had only the best interest in mind. I believe that still to be true, and that it is his vision of how that is to be achieved which is clouded by darkness."

He held up his hands slowly and sighed before continuing, his cold empty eyes staring deep into Athena's and seeing the beginning of the same furor he could see in Revan. He looked away before lifting his hand towards Sargon as he spoke.

"I ask you, would his death bring you balance? Would knowing he is gone give you peace Sargon? Would that calm your anger at the world? I doubt it, simply your focus would be gone and that knowledge would eat at your heart till you became little more than another dark shadow haunting the corners of Lorgraine. It won't bring him back Sargon, one life taken will not restore another." He frowned for a moment, contemplating his next words.

"Revan must be dealt with Athena, but his death is a step too far without a fair judgement. For his downward spiral he must be made to see the consequences of what he has become and make recompense for that. I would help you to bring back the Revan we once knew. You both, as always shall have my counsel but you shall not have my help in his death. I'm sorry, but for good or ill the balance must be maintained. Even if at the cost of life itself." He gave them both a slow bow as his frown deepened, he could feel something amiss with the world as the toll of souls entering the grey gates stopped for a fraction of a moment. His frown tightened, his eyes closed and his fists clenched.

More undead were rising.

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Sargon gazed turned towards Kelmor fully. Kelmors words caused the rage within his heart to burst and flourish like the waves of a great fire upon the forest itself.

One life for another...yes....it would bring me peace

Sargons grip tightened upon the hilt of his sword "I do not seek this for vengence Lord Kelmor" he touched the map his hand brushing the tops of the trees "Revan has fallen....if we can save him" he looked up "Then I would stay by that reasoning. We cannot allow the balance to shift so far as to invite utter chaos" Sargo starred him down "I am not as young and naive as so many immortals think I am" he moved towards the North, there many tiny individuals moved towards a single point. A great mountain range that streched into the sea itself. "What I do know is that his anger and hatred of Lorgaine must be stopped. If it is one thing I do know it is how to fight Lord Kelmor, and I chose to fight for the people of this world"

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The man ran through the streets, shoving aside anyone who got in his way, a look of terror upon his face as if he had come to contact with a ghost. He pushed aside merchants, shop keepers, stableboys, men and women to get through.

"Out of the way!" he shoved another "Move!" He looked behind him, two figures, as black as shadows, moved in on him. He grabbed a stall and through it down. It caught across another blocking the two men. But they were quick, agile, and swift, one of them quickly dropped to one knee and lowered his body. He slid under the fallen stall only to push himself up to his feet and continue his chase. The other scaled the side of the wall without breaking stride, crossing over the stall adn joining his brother.

"Someone please help me" the man screamed as the two followed. Again he pulled down a stall in hopes of stalling them again. This time one simply bounded over the stall, came to a roll, and continued chase, his brother leaped over it, grabbing a beam and throwing himself onto the buildings ledge. As they reached the end of the street they entered the market square, the man looked behind to see the two figures gaining ground.....

*thud*

He had ran into a women, she was tall and toned, her eyes pierced into his soul, and she wore the armor of a sorceress "Please help me" he begged as the two figures slowed their speed approaching the sorceress and their prey. One held his hand to stop the brother a few feet from the sorceress "Please" begged the man again.

"What is his crime?" the sorceress asked

"Theft of the cities treasury" one of the men said

"Is this true?" she asked the man, but before he could answer her eyes locked into his soul and found the truth

"Was it him sister?" the other asked

"Sister?" The man looked between the two figures and the sorceress

"It was him" she tossed the man to the two figures "Collect our reward Dragonmiir and let us be on our way. Khazer make sure he hurries" she smiled

"Dont I always Khali" they laughed as they escorted the man to the city guard....

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Athena took the time to close her eyes and let the duel replay in her head all the while she listened to her brothers speak. Revan had acted out of rage. A rage that had been absent in the past. She sighed and opened up her eyes.

"Sargon if you know my strength then you know I've endured worse for longer. Kelmor...Your right... If Revan can be restored then we must, however should he attempt to claim one of our lives, I cannot promise I'll stay my blade.".

She then returned to her work but then came Sargon and moved the map towards the north. These lands were foreign and had not been claimed by any save those who ventured out to them now. This caught Athena's curiousity for while the lands were alien they seemed familiar to her somehow. Lady War snapped her fingers and a Valkyrie appeared on the table.

"Fetch me those documents Librus sent not too long ago... Lord Sargon what are these lands and who are these people?".
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22 Men ventured into the foggy elven woods. The tunics they wore over their armor bore a black cross on a white background, the coat of arms for Novgard. Their armor was heavy, for they were all knights, and their helmets were quite odd. On some there were two wings (one on each side), others had what looked like the head of lions on top their bucket helmets, while others had horns. All these things were a common sight for Novgardian Knights, they were meant to intimidate their enemes and demoralize foes on the battlefield. But what were Norgardian Knights doing so far from their home? Following their Lord to the death! What else?

Infront of them was a certain Knight who walked infront of the others, leading them. He had wings on his helmet like the others but he was shorter and leaner. Not too far from him was a larger, rounder man. He was the only one who did wore wear armor but instead he wore the robes of a learned mage. He seemed ancient but he managed to keep up with the leader of the group.

"Uncle!", He called back to the fat mage behind him as he lead on. "Are you sure the elves know where the Sword of Strength is?".

The Old mage scratched his beard and replied. "You know...Now that I think of it. It may have been a dream...".

"What?!".


The prince removed his helmet and looked back at his Uncle who seemed care free despite the fact they were roaming in the lands beseiged by the Orc Hordes.

"You mean to tell me that you told me to go the Elven nations because of a stupid dream?".

"Of course.", the old man replied happily. "Don't you know your dreams can_".

"Hush!...Did you hear that?"

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Sargon looked over the north, brushing his fingers over the tops of trees, caressing the mountains, his fingers stirred the rivers waters. As he touched the small people below, a few glowed silver...

"The North" Sargon smiled "The unknown of this world. I know much of it, I have taken guardianship since my ascendence" he gestured towards a forest line filled with bustling quick figures "The elves control the most southern portion, they do not fall under my guardianship. However their lands do keep the orcs and humans from exploring the untamed wilds." He gestrued to where the cities and tribal village reached the woods "It is a land rich in resources and dangerous wildlife. Full of mystery and questions even I do not have answers for. And I myself have walked its grounds for decades" he pointed towards the small figures, all moving towards a massive range that extended towards the sea. Here and there a few broke off and would stand their ground "These are my people" Sargon said "Lycans. They go to begin a new life for themselves. Away from the persecution of humans and the bloody conflict of the orcs and elves. They move under my protection ad with my permission"