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Pyrexus Riey

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a character in “Pantheon II: Division”, as played by thedeviantKat

Description

Name: Pyrexus Riey (Pronounced: Peer-ex-us Ree-eh)
God of: Death and suicide (Dark, I apologize)
Elemental affinity: Fire, Darkness
Alignment: Chaotic good (Kind of like V, from "V for Vendetta")
Pictures (If applicable): Unarmored/Not at war/Normal form: Image
Armored/At war/Domination form: Image
Physical description of preferred forms: Domination Form: Aggressive build, and much heavier armor. Armor pictured above, but twice as heavy Blood red eyes, with a thirst for evil blood. And the normal form, which is pictured above
Preferred Gender (If applicable): Female
Means of godhood: child of two gods. Daughter of Rasoc and currently unknown mother.
Personality: A bit of a loner, not really liked by the other gods for being of such a dark nature, even though she means good.
Worshiped by: The families of the recently departed, and those who have lost people dear to them. Anyone who believes in the afterlife
Symbols: The first of the two symbols represent the peace that praying to her will bring in both life and death. Image
The second of two symbols represent the fact that she is after all a goddess of death, and that she can bring curses upon those who deserve it.Image
Divine weapon: Image
Blessings: Luck in the afterlife for those departed who prayed to her.
Curses: If doubted, bad things shall happen to those who are entering the afterlife.
Realm: A land fillled with green, but can also be slightly hellish on where you are. Almost that of Earth, but badlands and lava pits found commonly.
Most notable creation (if applicable): Her divine weapon, it was forged after Rasoc had done some unspeakable things. Pyrexus felt like she was in harms way, so she created it. It is a special greatsword. One only to be used if it truly must be.
Preferred form of worship: Prayer and donations left in temples dedicated to her.

So begins...

Pyrexus Riey's Story

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Pyrexus was walking through the halls of her palace, nothing fancy, but at the same time, it's quite extravagant compared to that of what mortals have built. She chuckled at the idea. "Mortals, well, quite funny that is," she muttered. She walked to the end of the hall she was currently in, no connecting halls, just one door. That door led to where her divine weapon is kept. She walked forward and slowly opened the door. "Long time since you've been seen." Pyrexus steadily picked the greatsword up, and admired it. It was glowing red, and still as black as night. There was a reason it was crafted, her father after all is Rasoc. Evil, sick, twisted, and cruel, all under one name. There were two death gods before her, Rasoc and Hazarmaveth. Twins by birth, but enemies by nature.

"I shouldn't think about such events." They would bring back nothing but bad memory. She pushed the thoughts aside, and put the sword back down. She walked back to her throne. She sat there for a while, thinking. Her thought was interrupted by someone knocking on the palace doors. She got up from her throne, walked to the door, and then opened it. It was a young boy, no older than twelve.

"Hello young one, how did you end up here?" She asked with a puzzled and sad expression. The child sniffled a little bit and then answered, "Before I died, I prayed to you in case anything horrible happened to my family. There were going through tough times, and I was worried. I was going to get food from the market for my family" He was beginning to cry, and Pyrexus did her duty of comforting the child. The crying lessened, then stopped, "Then, as I was coming home, I took a wrong turn, into an alley-way. I was stabbed to death. My family has no idea what happened."

Pyrexus looked down with sadness, then back up at the child. "I will tell your family that you're life was so unfortunately cut short. I would also like to give you this." She backed up, and held out her hand. In it was a pin. "When you get to your destination, hold out this pin, and from there, you will be fine, with no more worries. As for your family, I will address them personally, and comfort them. For ow, safe travels, my child."

Tearing up, the child looked back as he walked out the door. He nodded, and said, "Thank you so much." This time, the tears were not sadness, they were joy. Pyrexus Riey walked back to her throne, and sat down. She thought about the child, and thought, and thought.

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Keria Vashol Character Portrait: NovaKillin/Markavian
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#, as written by Mr.Sol
Vescteseg's eyes bulged wider as Klethi continued to speak. Overthrowing the primordials? Truly madness was the other side of luck! If this was her plan then he wanted nothing to do with it. Thus moving into the center of the room, brushing past Markavian and his particular brand of insanity and begin to speak. Vescteseg's voice rolling like thunder, its basso notes jarring against the ears of the assembled gods and goddesses "Dear Klethi, I understand you favor the bold, but does this plan not seem too bold? To rise against the Primordials would require a completely coordinated effort from all gods assembled, much secrecy, and the spilling of much blood. Not to mention the fact that each primordial could squash any three of us without blinking. For these reasons, You will not have my support. I love gaining power, but there is far too much risk in this." Then he walked back to his seat, glaring at everyone, daring them to disagree.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Rey Ji'hala Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel
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Markavian looked at Rasoc. "Enough?" He looked dumb founded. How dare he! But he couldn't not listen to him. So he kept quiet, for a little bit. Then markavian heard abou t his feud with novakillin. "Ok, one, I want him purged from my body, then kill him. His annoyance about peace and telling me what to do shall end. The only way for me to do this, if I had more power. More power mean im set free, and novakillin will be no more. But think of the benefits! We all would have power. We could make the world in our images! And we shouldn't fear death. Especially both of you, Haze, and Rasoc." Markavian said. He then looked at each and every god. "You call me insane....this plan, insanity. It isnt. Now, I rest my case, and I hope you see the same. Think about it." And with that, markavian went back into novakillins consinceness.

Navakillin was shaking now. Did he loose control? None of the gods were wounded......or dead. But most were looking at him like a madman. An annoyance. Oh no.....he thought. He did lose control. That fiend markavian shall perish! Novakillin looked around. He was in the middle of the room, all eyes, or most of the eyes, on him. "Im....sorry....."he said meekly. He slowly walked back to his seat, with confusion, and a little shame. What did he say? He probably will never know. He put his hand on his head, slumped on his chair. He turned to Edna. "What did I say?" He asked. He wiped sweat off his forehead. "And I didn't hurt anybody did I?"

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: NovaKillin/Markavian Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Montayzuomah
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As Markavin had rested his case, Novakillin resumed control as he apologized to everyone in the room before returning to his seat. Edna wasn't aware of the gods two separate entities and as he asked her what had happened, she decided to answer him. "Just a few minutes ago, you agreed with Klethi to go against the primordial gods, then you went on a rant to try and convince the rest of us who refused to join. I don't question your decision to join this plan but..." She then put a careful hand on the gods shoulder and began to comfort him, "Are you alright Novakillin? You don't seem to be yourself right now, so if you need some help or advice come talk to me at my realm, you are also most welcome to come visit anytime for some tea if that's what you desire." She smiled brightly at him before letting go of his shoulder.

When she heard Vescteseg invite Rasoc to a feast, she was surprised when he agreed to join him. It was not everyday he joined someone for a feast, so her guess was that he either just felt like it, or there was a special occasion going on. But her attention soon turned to the Goddess who had just entered the meeting room. "Greetings Goddess Pyrexus, we are currently deciding wether to lend our support to Klethi's plan to go against the primordial gods, or to not lend our support." She greeted the Goddess.

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: NovaKillin/Markavian Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Vescteseg
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Hazarmaveth sat and listened to the gods speak. He was not as surprised to hear Vescteseg decline. He was callous and proud, but not a buffoon. Years of war had taught him that there were times when a battle was worth fighting or not, and the level of uncertainty involved was unacceptable. Then Markavian surfaced from Navakillin and began raving, what poor timing it was. More madness than anything else, did not seem to care if it ended in his destruction or success, as long as it was chaotic. He shook his head silently. Then he hears Rasoc demanding his silence, he didn't blame him for the outburst, it was becoming... grating. He was glad to finally hear that Markavian had receded.

He saw Pyrexus walk in, quite late but her presence was at least a relief. He perks up, regardless of a visible expression, he seemed uncharacteristically jovial. "Ah! Pyrexus! I had worried you weren't going to come!" He says, his deep voice almost booming over the council. It wasn't that he was always gloomy, he had joys, but it was not often the family had been together, regardless the circumstances. Then he hears that she had to deal with the passing of a child. "Yes, the young are always... the hardest, a life, barely given a chance to flourish... but I presume the passing was made at least relatively painless?" He asks, his tone turns gloomy. More than once had a young life cut short moved him to to use reincarnation.

Hazarmaveth looks over, watching Edna comfort Novakillin, clearly confused on his outburst. He stands up and leans over, his hazey blue eyes aglow. "Didn't you know, miss Edna?" He says in a low voice, nearly a whisper. "Markavian is a twin soul, two separate minds intertwined as one but without balance. On one side, Novakillin the Inventor, who wishes only to create..." He holds out a hand creating a small rose made of blue flame. "...and on the other, Markavian the Mad, who wishes only to destroy." He crushes the rose fizzling it out of existence. "Unlike me and my brother, however, the side known as Markavian seems to lack any values of reasoning, compassion, or concern for himself or others. He simply does what he does because he revels in a world of ash and flame."

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Rasoc Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: NovaKillin/Markavian Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth
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Montayzuomah simply zoned out from the meeting as the other gods gave their opinions and argued. All he knew was that Klethi wanted to kill the primordials. Not that it makes any difference to him, he created from the wills and beliefs of the mortals prayers as they wished for a god which could satisfy their begging. Although, putting it into a family perspective, most of these gods are descendants of the primordials, isn't it bad to kill a family? Damn, that's thinking like a mortal now...

Suddenly the words of Rasoc dragged Montayzuomah back into reality. Snapping him out of his daydreams of mass genocide, causing his head to quickly twitch and look over the place as he moved his free arm behind his head while his other hand fixed it's grip around the halberd. Facing Rasoc, Montayzuomah replied with heavy laughter, his arm quickly moved to cover his stomach -he learned his action from watching mortals- as he continued laughing. He stepped around the room as he started to loose balance from his laughter.

Finally, once he had started to calm down. Montayzuomah wiped the area underneath the eye slits of his helmet, presumably wiping tears. "Why would I have a say here? It makes no difference to me." He replied, looking around the area at the other gods afterwards, trying to find some cool words to say.
"I don't understand why you all want to kill those guys, I mean, they were responsible for most of your existences." He continued as he moved his attention down to the mortals which sat on the table, lowing his body as his relatively giant head stared close at the mortals. Allowing them to see through the eye slits and into the glowing deep red lights which hid inside.
"What's your views on this? Isn't it bad to kill your parents for whatever reason was explained?"

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#, as written by SkyCri
When his daughter stepped into the room, the god of death visibly relaxed a bit. "No need to worry, daughter" he greeted her back and watched her sit down across the table from him. The raging caustic green glow from his eyes softening a bit.

Turning his head to Montayzuomah, listening to what the god had to say, but ended up frowning once he was done. "Have you at all been listening to what we've been saying? Most of us are against the idea.. 'Tis only Markavian and Zeralt who seems truly interested in the plan.. And I'm still suspecting this to be a mere bluff from Klethi" the god of death growled, the tone of his voice was a deep baritone that had a gravelly shrilling undertone to it, underlining his annoyance.

Looking at his daughter in surprise, he straightened up in his chair and spoke "You surprise me, Pyrexus.. I thought you'd have more neutral stand in this.. Or at least disagreed completely..." Rasoc admitted, but continued "As it stands.. Most is unwilling to go through with this insane plan. Even with your suggestion, Pyre, it would most likely not be a success.. The all-father, Amo'lanainn, his realm can not be reached by any of us.. Not even by the other primordials.. So even if the plan mostly succeeded, we still wouldn't be able to get to him. Besides, as I said earlier before you joined, the chances of us to be killed by the primordials is more likely to happen, than the plan actually succeeding.." Rasoc sighed.

"Have anything to add, Klethi?" he asked the Lady of Luck, since she had been mostly quiet through this whole discussion.

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth
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Hazarmaveth walks over to a dark corner and holds out his hands, weaving the shadows into a tangible form. From it a hazy form takes shape, a birdlike creature with a white mask-like face with a single eyehole emitting an ethereal blue glow much like his own eyes. He holds out a hand and it perches on his finger. It fidgets watching the death god intently like it were performing a silly little dance for its master. He brings it in close and whispers something to it. When he finishes he holds up his hand and it takes off, hovering for a moment before spreading its massive wings and with a sudden gust takes off with great speed leaving only a streak of black misty feathers.

He looks at the grounds somberly as worries pour over him, plaguing every dark corner of his mind. He had never felt so lonesome until now. He felt matters will only get worse in time, and fears the worse for if he were to say or do things to aggravate them further. He grips Quell tightly, trying to gather his courage. He puts a hand over his face and chuckles at his weakness. "How amusing..." he mutters quietly. "A god who feels powerless." He taps the ground softly with his staff and sinks down into the ground as a portal forms.

He emerges outside Pyrexus's castle, not wishing to rudely pop in unannounced. He knocks on the door of her palace with his staff and awaits to greet her. He pulled forth from his shadowy cloak a landscape he intended to gift to his niece to raise her spirits. It depicts what mortal souls had manifested, a new landscape within the dreamlike land, brilliant mountains lightly covered in mist and seemingly impossible yet brilliant structures connected to one another, and a platform atop one peak where many have begun dancing. It was not the image many would believe as a land of the dead, then again these were not souls deserving to be tormented or crimes to pay for, they had suffered enough and had earned their right to live, in a manner of speaking, in a world without strife. This is how Hazarmaveth felt anyways.

Elsewhere in the lush lands of Edna's domain the dark bird of Hazarmaveth arrives at its destination and perches on the branch of a tree. The leaves of the trees rustle from the gust created from its massive wings. It looks towards the other birds which have made some distance from the peculiar thing, leaving it to give a look of dejection. It lasts for but a moment before it begins amusingly hopping up the branch looking for Edna to deliver its master's message.

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Zeralt Character Portrait: Fenris
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The MacSweet's issues, while grave, were not difficult to resolve. Nothing much really was difficult for Klethi, least of all when it concerned her home territory; as much as little threatened her, she was invulnerable at the seat of her power.

"Thank you, Klethi." They were halfway back down the twisted hill-road. Fenris was cold, and a touch peckish. Klethi was smiles and radiance. "It's what I agreed to," she replied. "Don't think I'd be remiss to see the MacSweets ruined, Fenris. That's life for you mortals. Especially in Aerth. This city-my city-is not a land of safety. It is a perpetual reminder of the unpredictability of existence, the rewards of harnessing that fact, and-most importantly-the consequences of trying to cheat fate."
"Well, I'm glad they're better now."
"I am as well, as a friend; as the goddess of misfortunes, it's my solemn duty to maintain an Armoth that always fears my hand, whether I've sworn myself from the direct intervention of innocent mortals or otherwise."
"I've known you to be a kind goddess."
"But you've known me for but the years you've breathed, elf. While those are more in number than that of most humans, it's few in my own eyes. Fate can be a cruel mistress, Fenris. Be always mindful of that."
"Things have always worked themselves out, in the end."
"For you, maybe, Fenris. But what of those that have waylaid you, and suffered dearly for it? In your many travels, with the many adversaries you've faced, haven't you considered what cost they paid?"
"They were evil, terrible, cruel people, Klethi. That's the order of the universe."
Klethi snorted, then laughed. "You honestly believe that Armoth has some divine rule that dictates good shall always conquer evil, Fenris? It has been my influence, elf. I happen to like you more than most mortals. That's the only reason so many outcomes are found in your favor."

Coming from the bottom of the road, a man with a letter struggled to jog the steep path towards them. "Run along, Fenris. Clean, bathe, feed, and rest yourself; I have goddessly matters to attend to."
Fenris nodded sagically, leaving when she stopped to receive the messenger. With a huff, the man told her the origin of the letter; he was thanked, and left to return to his post. Klethi, who no longer had need to entertain the need of a bipedal mortal, floated her way down.
"And so the tragic daughter calls on the maniac to slay death... damn, I had something more clever than that prepared."

Klethi was torn. She sat on her little wood throne-chair with her cheek on his fist and the letter in her hand. She weighed her options carefully. She could go to Rasoc, warn him of the plot, and watch Pyrexus be destroyed, or join forces with the daughter. She considered what she'd gain from either plot. Rasoc, she suspected, would be lethargic, but would ultimately succeed in a fair fight. Pyrexus's death would be quick, and Klethi's reward would be-at best-empty praise.
But Pyrexus? She was young, rash, volatile, angry-exactly the kinds of emotions Klethi had seen undo generations of mortals' hard work. Like a fire, it could wither and die before anything came of it, or she could be burning her own house down. The kindle had been laid, but Klethi didn't think it was resting in a safe fire pit. Tiptoeing and planning would be necessary to see the defeat of Rasoc to the hilt, and guarantee Klethi benefited from the expedition.
"I could have a portion of Rasoc's lands," Klethi mumbled to herself. "A share of his wealth, a division of his power. The other gods would be upset, certainly, but what would be the consequence in that?" But it was too soon. If Klethi engaged Pyrexus, it would be, no doubt, to the immediate pursuit of Rasoc's death, or entrapment, or whatever Pyrexus saw suitable. Klethi thought Rasoc's power measurable, and his nature amiable, enough that he could have been a valuable asset in the the overthrow of the Primordials, an conquest of far more importance than that of a single god!
No doubt some scenario could be envisioned that would have Rasoc remain potent to assist, but betrayed and defeated before he could benefit from the death of the Primordials. With the right timing, Klethi thought, I could seize both his, and Pyrexus's, powers. I would make myself queen of Armoth, and there would be nothing to prevent it. Thank you, Pyrexus: This letter may be the beginning of the defeat of everyone.

Klethi needed an expert's opinion. She knew her own mercurial nature was ill-suited to such activities, and the fervor and anger Pyrexus offered would only exacerbate the problem. "I will see Zeralt," she decided.

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Character Portrait: Pyrexus Riey Character Portrait: Valoel Ruhiel Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth
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The strange one-eyed messenger bird spreads its wings and does an amusing little bow then takes off into the sky creating a light breeze. It takes off into the distance back to where its master resides. Who is still waiting outside the castle doors of Pyrexus who has still not taken notice of him knocking. How strange to be so uncourteous. Perhaps she was in fact, not home? Perhaps sleeping? He was sure she was home.

As he pondered the absence of an answer, his messenger bird returns, landing on his right shoulder. It quietly whispers back what it had been told. "That is... at the least, some relief." He says in a somewhat alleviated tone. He looks back to the door and knocks once more, beginning to mutter to himself. "I wonder how Creep is doing. Creep... sounds somewhat like an insult to use that name... perhaps I will refer to him by a more... elegant title. Bugkeeper... Bugtender? Either way, he should know of this. Mm... who else..."

As he plots his next move at befriending the other gods into his little alliance he is soon interrupted by another messenger bird landing on his shoulder. This one has a face decorated with ornate ribbons of one of his few worshipers. It whispers something to him as well. "My champion you say? Is that what she is calling herself now?" He says, somewhat amused and perplexed. "Well, tell her I shall speak with her in time, I have important family matters to attend to." As he finishes the second bird takes off in a rush of wind.