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Edna Wytrix

"I want to one day see the land free of war, disease and famine so it can be at peace."

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a character in “Pantheon: Shattered World”, as played by Specmarine

Description


Name: Edna Wytrix

Goddess of: Life, Longevity and Prosperity

Elemental Affinity: Water and Earth

Alignment: Neutral Good

Apperance: Image

Physical Description: Edna takes the Apperance of a young woman with blue, waist length hair and blue colored eyes. She also prefers to wear a long but elegant red and white dress, with the lower part of the dress having a layer of red on top on another layer of white. The upper part of her dress has the left side colored red and the left side colored white. She wears no sleevs and instead wears wooden bands that cover parts of her arms. She also wears a special flower known as "Life's Embrace" in her hair and around her hip.

Preferred Gender: Female

Means Of Godhood: Child born from two dieties

Personality: Loving, caring, nice, friendly, those are just part of Edna's feelings for nearly everyone she meets. Being a Goddess of life, she enjoys every second in forests, tending to gardens or watching mortals playing around and having fun. She also enjoys caring for her own personal garden located in her realm, and she also raises birds since she believes them to be wonderful creatures. Edna however dislikes death and war, and the Gods and Goddesses who love the sort of thing.

Worshiped By: Farmers, gardeners, builders, good leaders, parents, ranchers, doctors and just about anyone who has good intentions

Symbol:Image

Divine Weapon:Image
Khleb Nasushchnyy- Also known as the Staff Of Life, Edna uses this primarily to cast her blessings and curses. This is be used to guide her champions or those worthy enough to visit her realm. The staff also has the power to animate trees and grow whatever plant she desires.

Blessings: Touch Of Life- given to High priests or people who have gained her favor, they blessed with the ability to give life to plants, animals, and humans. They are capable of healing near fatal wounds, bringing a withered plant to life, and curing most diseases.

Bloom Of Plants- A more common blessing that can be given to a common mortal, they have the ability to grow flowers and plants with a thought and touch of their hand.

Treant Creation- For high priests and champions only, they can animate trees to fight for them. They can only control three at any given time and are not allowed to take them from the area they uprooted from.

Curses: Curse Of Thorns- A common curse for those who have committed a serious crime as one of her followers or has harmed some of her followers are cursed with this. Wherever they go, red roses with thorns so sharp that it can cut through any man made armor besides mithril will appear next to them and attempt to trap them until they repent their ways and beg for forgiveness. If they choose not to beg or repent, they will be hunted until they die or are captured by the thorns and slowly enveloped giving them a painful but quick death.

Blooming Flower- For one who has offended the Goddess or has done numerous crimes while under the Curse Of Thorns are cursed with this. A bud emerges from the persons heart. This is not painful, however this marks their eventual death. As time passes the flower begins to slowly grow sapping the power from the host.

The host will never feel any pain, however they would feel more tired and weak as the time passes. In two hours, the flower grows and on the final minute the host will fall asleep and die. A peaceful death. The host will also be unable to do any evil intentions.

Realm:Image
The Lush Lands- A place of beauty and life with birds singing and chirping, and trees as far as the eye can see. The trees themselves could be heard humming if you listen closely, and the sun and moon are always bright. There is a massive tree with pink leaves in the center of the realm which Edna resides at. She allows most Gods and Godessess to visit, but she will not allow anyone who kills the land around them, or has a history of being unfriendly to her. However if those that wish to make up to her she would let them in and those that rot the land around them, they can invite her over.

Notable Creations: a bird known as "The Song Of The Godess" which is known to sing, a special flower known as "Life's Embrace" which can be used to create powerful medicine, a plant known as "Grand Thorns" which is used as decorations for armor, or in some rare cases as the armor.

Preferred Form Of Worship: Prayers are the most preferred form of worship, but people who celebrate at gatherings or parties may hold it in Edna's name.

So begins...

Edna Wytrix's Story

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Character Portrait: Scire Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Rimus Character Portrait: Shale (WIP) Character Portrait: Xyr
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Xyr had played his hand, and was gloating about it in his own way. He had contacted the black ichor first and disturbed her. It was not like it came to any surprise, though, Xyr loved to cause drama, what grinded with Hazarmaveth was the fact he was playing a field much bigger than a few mortals, not that he appreciated that either... many a soul has come by him that were brought to tragedy through Xyr's handiwork.

When the message spoke in Abaranne's voice at first he was admittedly shocked, more a tinge of hope lingered inside of him that he would hear her once more. It was clear though, that this was some form of trickery, a game on his mind. He would not be played for a fool, not like this.

"A very callous stage, Xyr," he says, a tinge of irritation bleeding forth. "Farthest from a good first impression... pray this bodes nothing ill for the others."

He was concerned, not only with the rate of growth by Bashemath, but also for the scouting party soon to venture forth into it. He fidgets with Quell.

"Join you say, Shale, but he just wants a lead actor in his next big tragedy," he says rather abruptly, his flame and eyes flared. His cloak-like body ruffles out and flows wildly. "I know not what experience has gnarled his sensibilities, but I can say for certain that he's one without loyalty, and everyone, perhaps even himself, are just players. That includes us."

With this he lowers his head and composes himself. It was no place to lose himself, Xyr acted slowly... usually. Peace was not off the table... just complicated slightly. Then Scire stepped in, offering her... well, now his help. He nods his head, it was of some comfort to gain support from the God of the Driven.

"Any support you can spare would be appreciated, as long as it is no burden," he says, returning to his calm and considerate demeanor. "Your name itself is a great boon to the cause."

"I just hope the actions taken place today bode nothing ill."

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Scire might seem absent minded as well as occasionally mad but held onto knowledge like a steel trap. Silver eyes gleamed back to reply with serious tone, "They know to behave when I've my eye on something. Just don't be surprised if my moths circle closer to build shelter for your three devoted. Just be careful what they ask for."

Smiling he noted, "I might just know a moth to build it. Or the moths might offer. Once there's a pretty mark for them to circle your devoted can bargain upon my madder crows circling. If you need blood on the earth anyway."

A scar floating to surface of his cheek, "The earth's so often so thirsty it seems. I will see to it my crows don't gather a jar of eyes unless duly bidden!"

He begins scratching Carissa's name into the top of the marble block along with his own.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Scire Character Portrait: Bashemath Character Portrait: Carissa Asheton Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Creep
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Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade

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The Goddess of Love, lay back, watching her guests, indulged themselves her power. Some danced, most coupled up. Soft moans, and whimpers of euphoria floated about the room, along with incenses and and scented oils permated the air adding to her already potent power. She smiled softly, playing the hair of her avatar, Ashika, whole lay back against her chest, having already indulged with the Goddess herself was still reeling.

Ai, however, while a smile touched her lips, was elsewhere. She was supposed to have gone to the meeting with her Brother's and Sister's but was much too wrapped up in what she had been doing with the avatar, the thought of the meeting bored her. Ai did not like to be bored, in fact, she abhored it. She chuckled to herself causing Ashika -still breathless- to look up at her.

Ai merely shook her head and Ashkia lay back, losing her eyes, a pleasant satisfied smile on her face. Ai went back to her musing.
She was rarely ever alled upon for such matters, surely her brothers and sisters cared little for her. After all, she was what distracted most of the mortals from the things they wanted them to do. Some where driven until love was involved, or lust in most cases. Some where smart but love made them stupid, some where dark but love made them kind. Love had many gifts but it was much like a virus, she knew, and and distracting one at that.

This always caused Ai to keep from these meetings, she did not want to sit there and be loathed, and the fear of such a thing, kept her distance, which was strange for such a sociable being.
She felt bad though now that the lust she'd placed on herself warn of.

She should go. She knew she should go, and so she would.

She walked passed her resting avatar, pressed a gentle kiss to the woman's lips before making her departure, Ashika just sighed, too love drunk to move.


It didn't take long for Ai to arrive in to where they all gathered, and decided to hide her apprehension in the only way she knew how.
Grandly.

She stepped through the great doors, her arms up, her hips cocked, the belt at them and the matching silks that cascaded down and around her legs in the deep blues of a twilight night sky, teased the bounties beneath them.It would have been considered a skirt what she wore, had it not been for the splits that rose to the belt. She smiled.

"Brothers! Sisters! Do forgive my tardiness." She said, "But have no fear, Love is here." She said with a light flirty giggle. She cared little for the so called blood ties that forced her to call them siblings. She flirted with anyone.

She dropped her arms and approached, her hips swaying teasingly, her hair, dark this day to match the dark blue she was wearing, flowing behind her, wisping like a spider's web in a soft breeze, she found herself a seat atop a table, she crossed her legs, with the split the rose up the sides of her silks being so high, it was that motion that kept her modest...somewhat.

"What did I miss?" She asked, her tone sing song. "Tell me everything." She said as if this was idle gossip and not something important. It must have been if she had been invited.

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Character Portrait: Scire Character Portrait: Bashemath Character Portrait: Edna Wytrix Character Portrait: Creep Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Rimus
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Scire smiled at Ai as she came in as what Scire was to the mind Ai was for the body so he considered her more his counterpart than the others there. Many of his moths were inspired by desire or created because of the link she made for ones the moths once lost. Loss often kept moths anchored as well as the living loves that tempered obsessiveness into utility. However Scire, whether him or herself at the time, looked at Ai's eyes when speaking to her being a creature appreciative more of the benefit desire brought to mediating creation. Scire tended to more... academic... pursuits of the flesh among his flock than the ones she held interest in. Though he had a soft spot for drawing beautiful things from time to time as did many of the artists working in his name.

Crimson colored eyes gleamed at Ai, "Hello, AI! Forgive me if I don't get your seat I'm carving at the moment! There's a fell fire burning down creation making smouldering ashes of everything it touches. Breaking all the things and people we tended to all these years out of blasted earth."

Scire frowned his eyes turning cold blue, "Now this ichor wants to tear out all the hard work and replace it with themselves. All the carefully hybridized flowers torn out to smother the world in basalt. It's wanton destruction with no love of anything but itself."

Grunting he added sourly while striking blood from the marble while ardently writing his name there, "Even my basest bloodied crows have a sense of decorum. They don't just lay waste."

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Ai, Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade

Image

Scrie, the more scholarly of her siblings greeted her first and with a smile. He, as he was today, appreciated her talents, he understood that she was necessary, if not important to the world of mortals and he thought her beautiful enough to draw.

SHe smiled at him, waving a few fingers as his scarlet eyes shimmered. Hello, AI! Forgive me if I don't get your seat I'm carving at the moment! There's a fell fire burning down creation making smouldering ashes of everything it touches. Breaking all the things and people we tended to all these years out of blasted earth." He said and she frowned. "Huh?" she said, cocking her head to the left in confusion. He knew many words, and not all of them she knew herself, but from what she could tell. Something was burning things, mortals?

"Burning?" She asked before he went on, his eyes turned a steely blue. "Now this ichor wants to tear out all the hard work and replace it with themselves. All the carefully hybridized flowers torn out to smother the world in basalt. It's wanton destruction with no love of anything but itself." He said and she rose a hand to her ample chest. "My." She breathed. No love? That was not good, not good at all. "Even my basest bloodied crows have a sense of decorum. They don't just lay waste." He said as he struck the marble he'd been working on, bleeding it. She sighed. "Well, What are we going to do, Scrie?" She asked. "Surely we can not allow such a thing to continue, What are the others saying?" She asked, knowing that she was a lover, not a fighter, and if it didn't love, there was nothing she could do. She could distract most anything. A raging beast would calm at her touch, a frustrated warrior would relax in her presence, even a madman could be distracted, but all of those things could love. this...Ichor, according to her brother, could not.

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The marble block turned with his hands showing channels on the other sides that flowed in and around each other the scars that left a circular pool of blood below it like melted wax. Scire smiled and cupped his hand above the block blowing on it. A whoomp of thumping red flame above it inhaled the pool of wax moving about the channels freely. The ticking adoration of madmen tapped to see their notice directed at a canvas marked as an interest of his own. Most would appreciate that Scire saw intrinsic value in her activities and the rest he would watch.

Sat back he grinned as the gauntlet's sharp finger turned to rounded mail. Unadorned candle enkindled behind him he rose to his feet to Ai with predatory eyes that saw uncertainty. At that movement yellow robe tightens to brown and gold shaded formalwear a muscled frame behind it one chainmail glove tethered into his pants pocket.

Scire reaches forward to stroke Ai's cheek with a chainmail thumb that inspired errant misplaced memories, "They have sent their little brushes to paint a better understanding of the threat. To burn or to learn? You can do what you have always done and how you have always created..."

He smiled pushing up his glasses with his other hand then pointing at her nose with it, "...find the worthy and give them something to fight for."

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Hazarmaveth simply stood quietly at this display by Ai, as promiscuous as it were. Many mortals find themselves moved, whisked within this flirtatious display, but he was not a mortal, nor ever was, and was certainly not one would call ideal physically as he currently was. He felt ever so slightly awkward in this, but with a brief respite from the flirtatious exchange he cleared his throat.

"Greetings, Ai, an extravagant of entrance as I should have come to expect," he says, trying to douse the atmosphere somewhat. "What Scire has stated is true in some regards, the Black Ichor, Bashemath, spreads, taking that which has died and breathing in new life, but is yet to actively destroy. The other fact is that she came from the tree of the first mother... a fact, I admit, that leaves me alone emotionally unreliable to act on this matter."

He turns away, looking out upon a balcony down upon Aettean, taking a moment to settle his mind from the war raging within. The last thing he desired was to lose himself.

"Perhaps with no love is not exactly true, this being was born in part from what Abaranne must have felt seeing her children dead and dying before her, a feeling I'm sure so few of us could even remotely relate to," with this he sighs and looks back. "I believe she believes everything she says, that she wants to create a protected world of nothing but life and pleasure, perhaps... perhaps instead she is like a child who witnessed something she loved destroyed, but at the same time felt every second of its final moments. Perhaps instead of lacking love, it is instead indiscriminate maniacal love that is fueled by trauma both physical and emotional."

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Ai, Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade

Image

Ai looked over as Hazarmaveth cleared his throat, her kittenish grin never fading. He seemed to be a little embarrassed by what he'd been saying, and perhaps a little shy given his form. Ai, however, loved to love, no matter what the form so long as she could touch it. "Greetings, Ai, an extravagant of entrance as I should have come to expect," He said, and she giggled. He was trying to ease the sexual tension....he would learn that was just her present. Like his blue light, ever present. "Greetings, Hazarmaveth." She purred.

"What Scire has stated is true in some regards, the Black Ichor, Bashemath, spreads, taking that which has died and breathing in new life, but is yet to actively destroy. The other fact is that she came from the tree of the first mother... a fact, I admit, that leaves me alone emotionally unreliable to act on this matter."
He explained and Ai rose her brows. "She?" She sang. It it had a gender, then it was likely it had a personality, if it had a personality, it had intelligence, and if it had intelligence, it had desires, and desires were her specialty. She looked at Hazarmaveth and his sudden bashfulness in regards to emotion and she lifted herself from her seat atop the table, standing before Scrie, dancing a few fingers across his chest, she moved over to Hazarmaveth and smiled almost sadly, as he lost himself in his thoughts for a moment.

"Perhaps with no love is not exactly true, this being was born in part from what Abaranne must have felt seeing her children dead and dying before her, a feeling I'm sure so few of us could even remotely relate to," He said and for the first time, her flirtatious expression faded. She bore no children, but wanted to. She did not want demi-god children that she would have to love from a distance, she wanted a child, full God or Goddess that she could love up close. She already loved her imaginary children, she could only imagine what it would be like to lose real ones. Love like that was the strongest, and that could not be manipulated only strengthened.

"I believe she believes everything she says, that she wants to create a protected world of nothing but life and pleasure, perhaps... perhaps instead she is like a child who witnessed something she loved destroyed, but at the same time felt every second of its final moments. Perhaps instead of lacking love, it is instead indiscriminate maniacal love that is fueled by trauma both physical and emotional."

Ai looked at Hazarmaveth and sighed. "And what, Brother, do you believe I can do, as you know, with even the smallest amount of love, I can manipulate it, but if this is what is fueling this....ichor, then there is not much I can do." She said but then pursed her lips. "Unless, I can increase the love she has for the things being destroyed?" She offered but she didn't think there was much too that theory. Love was a fickle thing, as strong as it was.

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As Edna was calming herself down from what Xyr was planning, another voice and figure entered the council room. As she looked at the new arrival it was Ai the Goddess of Lust, and Sexuality. Edna smiled at her and waved. "Welcome Ai, looking as beautiful as always. Glad you can join us." She greeted with a smile.

As the meeting still continued Edna began to get more nervous, she was really worried about Xyr's plot and Bashemath. She needed to find her and see if she can get friendly with her. She may not have been the type to push the advantage or get fired up, but when the lives of many people were in danger she could not wait idly. "I'm sorry, I can't wait any longer. I will be looking for Bashemath myself. I just can't sit around doing nothing, but I am sure we can fix this situation and return back to our peaceful lives. I wish we could stay longer and talk but lets ensure Xyr stops this mess before it gets out of hand. I will be sure to make a party once this gets solved so please do come by to my home if you have time. I will see you all soon." She smiled as she conjured an orb from thin air with the image of the mortal word then like that she vanished.

The setting changes from Raelenea to Ertse'gart

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Above the clouds of the mortal realm, A single bird with feathers as white as the snow was flying overhead. This bird, 'The Song Of The Goddess' a bird that the Goddess Edna had created into the world. A bird who's song could soothe the soul. Soon a violent explosion suddenly startled the bird as it quickly looked around to see what had caused it. In the distance it could see colorful lights and lightning flashing in a myriad of colors. The world seemed to shake as this event took place. Curious at to what could have landed the bird soon began to fly in the direction of possible danger.

Arriving at the site of devastation, all that remained was a fissure. The colorful lights had vanished and any trace of anything was gone. The bird simply flew close to the ground as began to glow. Soon the bird transformed into a woman, with long blue hair, a red and white dress decorated with flowers. She examined the wreckage pondering what could leave such a mess before conjuring a staff from out of the blue as with one gentle tap, the earth seemed to stir alive. New life grew in the fissure, plants and grass began to grow on top of the devastation making it appear that no event took place in this spot. However the woman knew someone or something caused this. "I hope to find whatever did this before Xyr does...we do not need another powerful thing roaming these lands filled with hate." She spoke as she looked around. Following a trail took top priority now. Finding the Primordial God can wait for a moment. Whatever it was must be close, and using the earth to assist her she could feel a presence.

With that the woman began to walk, with the intent to locate whatever had landed here.

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Bashemath's main body sat motionless upon the earth underneath Abaranne's tree, leaning as if asleep as her attention was focused elsewhere. She was guarded by her two sacred beasts, Lumina and Tenebre, as well as the strange small whimsical figure she so lovingly refers to as Basalah. Something suddenly stirs, the beasts under her command like a vast nervous network all relaying back triggering various stimuli shaking her from her meditation. Wide eyed now she breathes in sharply, pupils dilated.

"It... it cannot be," she says in a hushed tone, snapping to her feet and snatching up Basalah. "Lights of brilliant colors, a wound in the veil bleeding a power of old, a sudden presence I've not felt before... do you know what this means?"

The small figure simply stares back at her before slowly raising up its arms shaking its head. Bashemath's face slowly blanks and sits Basalah atop Tenebris's head then frantically looks around then freezes and stares outwards in the forest then back at the bewildered creature, her arms drooping.

"Me neither," she admits softly, her tentacles curling up as her mouth curls into a grin. "It is something new... yet familiar perhaps? Whatever it may be, it is so... so very... very interesting! And oh, another? In my humble forest as well? I so love the attention today, not to sound so conceited."

With this she centralizes focus around her, the trees filled with her pets vigilant for even the slightly anomoly.

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As Edna continued to follow the trail of the unknown entity that had landed in this forest, she was actually thinking of calling out. She had no reason to just stalk the man until she found him, of course maybe the being would actually try and quicken his pace if he heard another voice. Maybe if she spoke out he might be willing to wait. However walking through the woods eased her mind, as a Goddess of life she enjoyed nature to its fullest.

As she continued her stroll through the woods, the path would soon go uphill. Hurrying her pace to see if she can find the unknown entity first, she hiked up the hill until she reached the end of the path. A drop at the end of the hill along with a city in the distance. She decided it was best to make herself aware, better to warn him instead of appearing behind him suddenly. "Hello! If there is someone down there please wait a minute please! I would like to talk to you! I mean no harm!" She called out on the cliff before hopping off of it and gently landed on the ground.

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It had taken a while but Azeal was nearly out of this forest. Granted he liked it but he was eager to get to somewhere with people so he could figure out what was going on in the few decades years he had been away. Most of all he wanted to know what was going on with him. For some reason he could….feel, for a lack of better words, other beings. He felt the presences of a lot of small like beings, almost like him but, weaker in the way he felt them. Then there were others much bigger in their presences, strong almost like him but not. A lot of them were far, some were near, but they all felt stronger. He wasn’t sure what their intentions were but Azeal didn’t want any trouble. Things had changed since he left this world, for good or bad he wasn’t sure but he wanted to learn a little more before he made any choice decisions. Just as he was but a couple dozen paces away from exiting the forest he heard something behind him "Hello! If there is someone down there please wait a minute please! I would like to talk to you! I mean no harm!"


Azeal paused and turned around, the voice was feminine and upon closer inspection she was one of the presences he felt, one of the strong ones. Now he was conflicted, behind him he could see in the distance the city he was determined to get to. There lied many answers to the questions he had and maybe he could find where his own home was since things were so different. On the other hand while he wasn’t quite ready to deal with these strong like beings this one’s voice sounded, sincere and welcoming. Normally something to be wary of but something in her voice made her words more genuine. Azeal looked back to the city, then the direction the voice called from.Should he press on to the safety of the city or meet this being. Azeal pondered this for a moment before deciding to take a middle approach, let her come to him. If she was hostile he was close to the city where he could seek shelter and if not, maybe she could give him some answers before he went on his way. But how to contact her?


Suddenly his body began to glow a royal blue, he felt a feeling of hope fill him as he began to believe there might be something good to come of this meeting. He was well aware the Great Essences had given him a connection to two spectrums of their essence and how to control them was something he was working out. But for now it appeared one of the essences had instinctively helped him call out to this woman. Knowing she would come Azeal calmly moved to a pair of rocks that would make due for chairs and sat down, crossing his feet under his legs.


Now it was time to wait for his guest to arrive.

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As Edna detected no further movement for the unknown entity, she gave a sigh of relief. Looks like whoever it was decided to stop and wait for her. She decided not to keep the unknown entity waiting, that would be poor manners to tell someone to wait only to take a fairly long time to get to them. She was thankful, it seemed that she would be the first to meet this strange entity, she was exited to meet something new.

Edna quickly picked up her pace into a jog, her excitement was a little to high and flowers began to sprout under her feet. She was not keeping her power in the best of control. But it was better than trees sprouting as she walked. Soon she encountered what was waiting for her, a man surrounded with a royal blue glow and he was sitting on a pair of rocks. She wondered, was this some sort of mage? Or was he another diety born from nothingness? No...A mage would not be that powerful enough to cause such a massive phenomenon. So the highest possibility was that he was a new diety.

Regardless Edna smiled at the man and as a sign of respect gave a curtsy in his direction. Once she finished she cleared her throat before speaking. "I would like to first thank you for waiting when I called out. I am pleased to meet you, I am Edna Wytrix, the Goddess of Life and Prosperity. I would like to personally greet you, even though I did not think that a being like you would come down from the skies." She spoke as she took a seat on a flat enough rock. Her exitment was still shown and small patches of flowers grew under her feet.

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Azeal didn’t feel inconvenienced by the wait, oh contraire this gave him time to gather his wits about him before his guest arrived. But as she drew closer he felt her much clearer, her…presence, it was larger than originally thought. It was similar in size to his own but different, more full of life. When she arrived Azeal’s eyes widened, not so much at the woman before him who was very beautiful, but more the fact that where she stepped flowers and plants grew. She curtsy to him as a gesture of good manners before speaking "I would like to first thank you for waiting when I called out. I am pleased to meet you, I am Edna Wytrix, the Goddess of Life and Prosperity. I would like to personally greet you, even though I did not think that a being like you would come down from the skies." She spoke as she took a seat on a flat enough rock. Her excitement was obvious as small patches of flowers grew under her feet.

Azeal tilted his head in confusion, “Goddess?” He asked. A split second later his mind made the connection, “Oh!” He said his face changing to one of realization, “You must be another Rishon made by the creator. Or perhaps the offspring one of the others.” Azeal said. “I’m pleased to meet you Goddess Edna, my name is Azeal. I’m surprised you changed the name of your- wait.” He stopped as he realized what she said and then not giving her an opportunity to respond, “Did you say come from the skies? I can assure you I most certainly did not fall from the sky. What gave you the impression I came from above?” Azeal asked.

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Edna put a finger her chin when he mentioned falling from the sky, Azeal who he introduced himself as said he did not fall from the sky. "My apologies, I would like to explain my reasonings for this. What I discovered was a fissure in the earth, before the fissure itself was created I heard an explosion followed a myriad of coloured lights and lightning. I had thought that maybe you had landed but if you say that you did not land I will not push the fact. Also as for the Rishon, I am an offspring. But I would like to say I am pleased to meet you Azeal, I do hope we can get along just fine. And I do hope you can visit my home for some tea sometimes." She spoke with a gentle smile.

Of course with the mentioning of homes, Edna relived something. "Speaking of homes, I do believe you might have your own realm. A space that you are free to decorate to your hearts content. Maybe once you arrived here a new space was born, but I do wonder...what type of God are you? And what do you represent? Perhaps we can solve that if you wish, unless you already know the answer." She asked.

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Azeal listened to her explanation and found her answers interesting, especially the one about her being an offspring of the Rishon, “Well, that would make it appear that way. I’m afraid I didn’t see these colored lights you speak of as I passed out not long after the Great Essences returned me here.” His eyes opened a bit when she extended an invitation to her home for tea, “I would be honored to visit your home in the future, goddess Edna.”

"Speaking of homes, I do believe you might have your own realm. A space that you are free to decorate to your hearts content. Maybe once you arrived here a new space was born, but I do wonder...what type of God are you? And what do you represent? Perhaps we can solve that if you wish, unless you already know the answer." She asked. At this Azeal stared at her blankly, finally having heard something to stun him into silence. For a moment he said nothing, then he began to chuckle, “I’m glad the gods still have a sense a humor. Me a god? If that is true then Mother Abaranne would certainly be surprised.” He chuckled, “No you are mistaken, I am but a mortal Goddess Edna.” Azeal looked at his hand and turned it a bit, “Different thanks to the Great Essences, but mortal nonetheless.” He said as he goddess and smiled good naturally.

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Edna pondered for a quick moment, she was certain the man in front of her was not mortal. "Well, there is a chance you are not a God...But I do know for a fact that no mortal could survive a crash on the planet like you did. Well I don't know any way of finding out who is a God so I will just say you are a very special person. I will drop this matter, so let us talk about a new subject over a nice cup of tea. Feel free to ask me what you want, I will try to answer them." Edna then conjured a sphere with the image of a tea set on it. And just like a bubble when she poked it it popped.

In her hands now was a tray of two cups, and a kettle full of tea. With one hand she picked up the kettle and pured some simple lemon grass tea and motioned for Azeal to take one if he wanted.

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Though Bashemath's main body remained behind, her beasts wandered the fields in search of the anomaly. Among them is the small jester-like Basalah riding atop Tenebris still with Lumina sneaking beside them, the former holding onto the great beast's mane like reins on a horse. Basalah is different from all the beasts and avatars under Bashemath's will, for she acted upon her own whims without being told to do so. This is one such case.

They carefully tread past the source of the rupture, only a faint trace of the event still lingers on the earth and in the air, but it is enough for the great beast, Tenebris, to sniff out a trail leading away from the site. Lumina trills a short melody upon sensing it catching their attention. Before the fall of the second age, beasts like Lumina, forged by Abaranne herself, were kept as special pets that form empathetic links with their masters. They were drawn to soothing emotions, and alerted by turbulent ones. The song means she is enamored by this feeling. Whoever, or whatever was here was something, at least, not unpleasant.

With this Tenebris followed the scent trail, creeping around the great trees as directed by Basalah, until finally hearing voices causing them to seize and duck in the shadows. There before them is not only the one they were tracking but also the Goddess of Life, how she got here so fast was beyond their mental faculties. This would not be the end of it, as they soon felt another presence descending from above, shrouded in a power they were familiar with. It felt almost like... Hazarmaveth.

The seeker sent from earlier descends down before Edna and Azeal, making a light landing before reverting to his more humanoid appearance.

"Ah, lady Edna, I had not expected to... it is an honor, Hazarmaveth has spoken of you before but I had never," he stumbles, taking a bow then notices the man who resonated with the power of the Great Essences, and in reaction turned to him. "Is he the one? I had not expected this either, adjusted already for the most part it does seem, I... I am here in representation of master Hazarmaveth, I am but a humble seeker. As a mortal I went by the name of Renwick, I was one of the first to be recruited by lord Hazarmaveth after my mortal life ended during the fall, and yet it took me ages after to adjust."

With this he takes another bow to Azeal and Edna. All the while within a short distance away Lumina is making an approach upon them, despite their tail being tugged upon by Basalah in an effort to stop the creature, a fruitless effort for sure, especially for one so small. Instead Basalah surrenders the struggle and retreats to remain hidden in the shadows along with Tenebris and simply observe.