Xyr
God of Horror and Tragedy
Elemental Affinity: Dark
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Physical Description: Whenever Xyr takes a physical form, he generally follows a few patterns. Dark medium length hair, unremarkable physique, and dark clothing. He prefers pale skin and a run down disposition to go with all of it, but he is more than willing to change if the situation calls for it. Not all tragedies look the same after all.
Preferred Gender: Male
Means of Godhood: Xyr was once mortal, a human nobleman with a castle of his own. He would have frequent attacks of mania, one of which during a tragic play made him obsessed with the artform. He even designed and carried out his own tragedy, pushing his wife to insanity and causing her to murder him along with herself. He laughed himself to death and his strong emotions during that moment created Xyr, now looking for the perfect tragedy and enjoying the lesser ones along the way.
Personality: Subtle - Observant - Intelligent - Depressing - Patient // Xyr is not the coniving evil diety most make him out to be. He doesn't go out of his way to cause the world trouble, he doesn't have too. For the most part Xyr simply observes the world for what it is. He is highly intelligent, and understands that everything has a time and place. He prefers to not even be noticed, slipping in and out of peoples lives in a flash. He can't help but feel sorry for himself, seeing as he created his own solitude and sadness, but that is all part of the job description.
Worshipped by: Writers, actors, murderers, various cults, nobles.
Symbols: A raven feather quill.
Divine weapon: A book called Horror of Castle Xyr. Who evers name is written in the book supposedly is pulled by fate to follow the story Xyr writes for them. Those of strong will can change the story, but it has rarely been reported.
Preferred blessing: Audiance- The blessed person gets to witness a great tragedy unfold, sometimes in their favour.
High on Horror- Xyr 'blesses' the individual with increasing amounts of Mania and random panic attacks. This is considered his highest blessing by his followers.
Preferred curse: Written- Xyr writes the cursed individual into his book, bringing them bad luck or even death if he sees fit.
Fated- Those who get on Xyr's bad side become the final act in his tragedies. They may or may not die, but they won't want to live by the end of it.
Holy City State: The lands of his mortal nobility have become known as the Land of Sorrow. In the middle if it lies Castle Xyr, where the primary location for those in Xyr's story live and act out his whims. There are always twelve 'actors' that live in the castle and are under the belief that if they kill the other eleven they get to sit on the empty throne and replace Xyr as a god. The rest of the population work and live in the city state they believe is called Disdain. Only Xyr knows the full truth of what goes on in these lands, and many fear to enter because of the rumors.
Most notable creation: Tower of Horror, A dull grey tower that sits just behind Castle Xyr and stands at three times the height. No one has been to the top, and any who have tried either never came out or were found thrown out of a high window, or worse came out raving mad.
Preferred form of worship: Premeditated tragedies, mass murders/suicides, torture, or self inflicted horror. (Purposefully scaring oneself)
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Xyr
God of Horror and Tragedy
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Ertse'gart
a character in “Pantheon: Shattered World”, as played by Leocedus
Description
So begins...
Xyr's Story
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As Creep stood there near the waterfall, the scene's vibe began to shift. Mists darkened, sounds blurred, and all the colours around him dimmed. Instead of the gentle sounds of nature a voice reverberated on the wind. The god Xyr was on the move nearby. Shortly the source of his activity would become known. A billowing cloud of smoke would be visable for miles around coming out of the lower forests, being cast to one side by the wind. A small hunting cabin was burning.
Screams echoed out from the nearby woods, as a dark cloaked banshee unleashes its torment onto those around it. Xyr was in spectral form, standing within the burning cabin taking in the scene before him. Two human bodies were burning in front of him, one with a long slash across their torso. Xyr had watched the entire Scene unfold.
It was a father and daughter who lived alone in their cabin. But mistrust between them grew over the last few months. An addiction to her fathers tobacco led to theft and eventually escalated to verbal and physical violence. In a streak of bad luck, the father struck his daughter with his sword across the chest, knocking her into the lit lamp and starting the fire. The father, in a last attempt to take back what he had done, tried saving his girl but she was already dead and he only set himself ablaze to end up dead in his bed.
It was a simple yet satisfying tragedy for Xyr, but it was never enough for the God of Horror and tragedies. He left the banshee made from the girls soul to wander the world in her eternal torture, and drifted along the wind up the mountain. It wasn't long before he had found Creep. He was dust on the wind, drifting around Creep and whispering into his ear.
"Hoffngard has plenty of food for locasts. Why let the humans waste it?" The voice was barely audible, almost like a subliminal message. Creep might mistake it for another of the voices in his head, or he might sense the deity influencing him. To Xyr it was all the same, gods and mortals alike were means to an end. More tragedy.
Screams echoed out from the nearby woods, as a dark cloaked banshee unleashes its torment onto those around it. Xyr was in spectral form, standing within the burning cabin taking in the scene before him. Two human bodies were burning in front of him, one with a long slash across their torso. Xyr had watched the entire Scene unfold.
It was a father and daughter who lived alone in their cabin. But mistrust between them grew over the last few months. An addiction to her fathers tobacco led to theft and eventually escalated to verbal and physical violence. In a streak of bad luck, the father struck his daughter with his sword across the chest, knocking her into the lit lamp and starting the fire. The father, in a last attempt to take back what he had done, tried saving his girl but she was already dead and he only set himself ablaze to end up dead in his bed.
It was a simple yet satisfying tragedy for Xyr, but it was never enough for the God of Horror and tragedies. He left the banshee made from the girls soul to wander the world in her eternal torture, and drifted along the wind up the mountain. It wasn't long before he had found Creep. He was dust on the wind, drifting around Creep and whispering into his ear.
"Hoffngard has plenty of food for locasts. Why let the humans waste it?" The voice was barely audible, almost like a subliminal message. Creep might mistake it for another of the voices in his head, or he might sense the deity influencing him. To Xyr it was all the same, gods and mortals alike were means to an end. More tragedy.
The setting changes from Astral Sea to Aettean Ruins
"Hoffngard has plenty of food for locasts. Why let the humans waste it?"
Creep was lazing about, his eyes closed as he had tried to squeeze in some more shuteye but it seemed fated not to be. The calming sound of the waterfall was faded out so that a voice might make itself heard, if only slightly.
Hm... I really haven't checked up on those lately. I suppose they've probably got their situation on food handled. I wonder when the last time I ate was?... Wait, why am I thinking about food? His train of thought inevitably ran to a stop as he started to question the strange subliminal messaging which really didn't seem native to his frame of mind.
While Creep was not really all too certain if there was even anything going on the ear wigs knew better. They too heard the voice and it was definitely a foreign entity, not originating from the neurons they protected so dutifully. Naturally within less than a second this info was passed down to the queens who had symbiotes monitoring the nervous network for signals sent down by the ear wigs.
Without Creep's knowing a chain had been set in motion, the insects readying for any threat posed to their god. While the immediate area was quite clear all around the forest a storm started to build. Not a storm of wind nor rain nor lightning but of insects. Naturally those that were able to travel faster were quicker to answer the call, clouds of airborne bugs soon filling the area. Things that hopped were not long after and shortly after even those that crawled or dug through the earth came. There was probably not a single insect in the area that was not made aware of the danger to their cherished god.
Not all were simply mere bugs either. Much of Creep's entourage were blessed with the taste of his white honey. They were physically and intellectually superior to other insects and possessed more developed capabilities. Some of the more ascended insects were even capable of magic, able to call upon and command arcane forces through practiced motion and verbal command.
While they issued no threat to the disruptor nearby their potential was building. Alone they were weak but together their power was as considerable as it was unconventional.
Creep might not of noticed the presence of a fellow god nearby but he knew something was up when the bugs started to gather like so.
"Ah heck, somebody's gone and worked 'em up."
Creep was lazing about, his eyes closed as he had tried to squeeze in some more shuteye but it seemed fated not to be. The calming sound of the waterfall was faded out so that a voice might make itself heard, if only slightly.
Hm... I really haven't checked up on those lately. I suppose they've probably got their situation on food handled. I wonder when the last time I ate was?... Wait, why am I thinking about food? His train of thought inevitably ran to a stop as he started to question the strange subliminal messaging which really didn't seem native to his frame of mind.
While Creep was not really all too certain if there was even anything going on the ear wigs knew better. They too heard the voice and it was definitely a foreign entity, not originating from the neurons they protected so dutifully. Naturally within less than a second this info was passed down to the queens who had symbiotes monitoring the nervous network for signals sent down by the ear wigs.
Without Creep's knowing a chain had been set in motion, the insects readying for any threat posed to their god. While the immediate area was quite clear all around the forest a storm started to build. Not a storm of wind nor rain nor lightning but of insects. Naturally those that were able to travel faster were quicker to answer the call, clouds of airborne bugs soon filling the area. Things that hopped were not long after and shortly after even those that crawled or dug through the earth came. There was probably not a single insect in the area that was not made aware of the danger to their cherished god.
Not all were simply mere bugs either. Much of Creep's entourage were blessed with the taste of his white honey. They were physically and intellectually superior to other insects and possessed more developed capabilities. Some of the more ascended insects were even capable of magic, able to call upon and command arcane forces through practiced motion and verbal command.
While they issued no threat to the disruptor nearby their potential was building. Alone they were weak but together their power was as considerable as it was unconventional.
Creep might not of noticed the presence of a fellow god nearby but he knew something was up when the bugs started to gather like so.
"Ah heck, somebody's gone and worked 'em up."
The setting changes from Aettean Ruins to Raelenea
A small dark form stared down at the council of gods, watching and listening to the deities below. A single raven roosted up above on anything it could find. This raven was an aspect of Xyr watching the meeting for any interestig tidbits. The information on Bashemath was interesting at least, as well as the other gods opinions on it.
With its work done, the raven flaps its wings and soars away from the council leaving a single feather behind. Its form turned to ashes and it became one with the aether to disappear and return to Xyr.
With its work done, the raven flaps its wings and soars away from the council leaving a single feather behind. Its form turned to ashes and it became one with the aether to disappear and return to Xyr.
The setting changes from Raelenea to Aettean Ruins
A thick fog rolled in with the wind following close behind the last of the insects. It became nigh impossible for conventional senses to get through the fog as voices and color came from the white mass. Whispers from the voices of multiple gods and goddesses came through, a word hear and a sentence there. Enough information about Bashemath and her ichor was trasnfered to Creep this way, and its apparent life evolving properties.
Xyr had already gotten all this from his spy at the council and wished Creep to know as his voice whispers around the insect god, mixed in with the other whispers.
"Consume... grow...!" His words were sent in their most primal sense, easier for both Creep and his bugs to understand.
Xyr had already gotten all this from his spy at the council and wished Creep to know as his voice whispers around the insect god, mixed in with the other whispers.
"Consume... grow...!" His words were sent in their most primal sense, easier for both Creep and his bugs to understand.
The setting changes from Aettean Ruins to Raelenea
Hazarmath was not short on surprise to hear Shale to agree with Edna, it been his impression that they were, by nature, at odds with one another. They were correct, aside from disheveling the natural order this growth has neither destroyed the nearby villages nor killed the residents. She has, however, caused some level of emotional trauma amidst the mortals living there.
"You both speak wisely, if we act rashly we'd only risk igniting the situation, plus in all technicality the actions do not indicate a malign intent," he admits, raising up his head. "No destruction has been wrought of it other than, perhaps, natural order. I do wonder what interaction such a thing will have once it spreads further... this deathless state of being... and what is carried over from Abaranne, and-"
Hundun, or at least the Animus aspect entered, had entered the room and apparently quite aware of the meeting. He listened quietly as they spoke upon the matters, and reflected worries that had twisted their way into the back of his mind already. Blame... did she blame him? He was as strong as Asriy'el but... he did nothing. What went through his head in those moments could not be sorted through even after ages of meditation. He lowered his head again, looking deep into his cup, tea, a mortal drink he had grown rather fond of. He spends time briefly, reliving that decisive moment but the reflection remains cloudy.
"That which is done out of love," he mutters softly to himself as he clears the shadows from his mind. "Hundun, you too speak wisely, the fact of being born of grief, a chaotic sentiment by nature, and the fact we do not know for certain, that she is growing at such a troubling rate at least raises a concern of caution. Perhaps..."
Hazarmaveth then had caught the presence of Xyr, he had a penchant for shadiness despite being a god of something so dramatic as tragedy. Regardless, it was no concern if he heard the meeting, it was one less message to deliver. Though worried bubbled into his mind if he would twist it into one of his tragedies. That would, however, come to no surprise, it just was such a burden to be damage control.
"Perhaps we should consider researching the situation more closely," he suggests waving his fingers about. "Abaranne loved her children more than anything else, if such lends itself to Bashemath, then she would be less likely offended by the presence of mortals. It would also be less conspicuous as well."
"You both speak wisely, if we act rashly we'd only risk igniting the situation, plus in all technicality the actions do not indicate a malign intent," he admits, raising up his head. "No destruction has been wrought of it other than, perhaps, natural order. I do wonder what interaction such a thing will have once it spreads further... this deathless state of being... and what is carried over from Abaranne, and-"
Hundun, or at least the Animus aspect entered, had entered the room and apparently quite aware of the meeting. He listened quietly as they spoke upon the matters, and reflected worries that had twisted their way into the back of his mind already. Blame... did she blame him? He was as strong as Asriy'el but... he did nothing. What went through his head in those moments could not be sorted through even after ages of meditation. He lowered his head again, looking deep into his cup, tea, a mortal drink he had grown rather fond of. He spends time briefly, reliving that decisive moment but the reflection remains cloudy.
"That which is done out of love," he mutters softly to himself as he clears the shadows from his mind. "Hundun, you too speak wisely, the fact of being born of grief, a chaotic sentiment by nature, and the fact we do not know for certain, that she is growing at such a troubling rate at least raises a concern of caution. Perhaps..."
Hazarmaveth then had caught the presence of Xyr, he had a penchant for shadiness despite being a god of something so dramatic as tragedy. Regardless, it was no concern if he heard the meeting, it was one less message to deliver. Though worried bubbled into his mind if he would twist it into one of his tragedies. That would, however, come to no surprise, it just was such a burden to be damage control.
"Perhaps we should consider researching the situation more closely," he suggests waving his fingers about. "Abaranne loved her children more than anything else, if such lends itself to Bashemath, then she would be less likely offended by the presence of mortals. It would also be less conspicuous as well."
Edna was glad to hear Shale agree to her idea, although they did not get along too well it was nice to know the dislike between both of them did not get in the way of their decision. As the meeting went on, Hundun had entered the room. She did not greet him because they were still discussing things, but she did give him a gentle wave and smile.
Hazarmaveth proposed that if they were to research the situation more closely they would need mortals to do so as to not offend Bashemath and their presence would be less conspicuous. "With that being said, we would need to find some strong people for the task. I agree with the decision to ask the people for help however it would be in our best interest to ask our followers to do this task. There is a good chance that they will encounter life that is hostile to others, and they need more than words to win. I will ask Carissa and see if she wants to partake in this quest, she may be a sweet girl but I believe she is more than capable of doing this." Edna spoke nodding to herself. She never viewed mortals simply as mortals, they were still people just with a lifespan.
Hazarmaveth proposed that if they were to research the situation more closely they would need mortals to do so as to not offend Bashemath and their presence would be less conspicuous. "With that being said, we would need to find some strong people for the task. I agree with the decision to ask the people for help however it would be in our best interest to ask our followers to do this task. There is a good chance that they will encounter life that is hostile to others, and they need more than words to win. I will ask Carissa and see if she wants to partake in this quest, she may be a sweet girl but I believe she is more than capable of doing this." Edna spoke nodding to herself. She never viewed mortals simply as mortals, they were still people just with a lifespan.
Scirce getting anywhere on time was at best wishful thinking. He did eventually wander near where he needed to be though he might not be a he by the time he actually arrived. This was one of those cases as Scire's quiet rambling came closer to the meeting with a scrape of white chalk. Scirce's mumbling voice and chalk drew a web of thoughts from idle educated daydreams about the darkness, "Eating and feeding and lurking and changing and building and watching and wailing and drowning and burning and yearning and suffering. All at the right angles to shadow. Hee. Whole heaping buckets of darkness. Right in the corner with the tar and feathers walking on its own."
Her right breast pressed out matching her other in the yellow robes as Scirce's face turned less ambiguous to a homely female. She wandered into the room bright eyed to say at Eden, "The bucket's coming for us all. Tarred and feathered. Do you need holes and hiding things for pieces to go in? I have lots of keys. All the hiding holes."
Scirce wasn't one for pleasantries as individuals didn't stay in her head long enough. She smiled at Hazarmaveth, "I think they'll try to do it without us, you know. I hear all the ponderous pondering. There will be red blood or there will be black blood. Both will be beautiful."
Scirce produced a teapot from her robes and started refilling Hundun's teacup absently. The smell of the warm tea from some sage's ardent mixing was pleasant. Though the teacup somehow didn't overfill neither did the pouring stop. She just eyed the cup with a wide smile.
Her right breast pressed out matching her other in the yellow robes as Scirce's face turned less ambiguous to a homely female. She wandered into the room bright eyed to say at Eden, "The bucket's coming for us all. Tarred and feathered. Do you need holes and hiding things for pieces to go in? I have lots of keys. All the hiding holes."
Scirce wasn't one for pleasantries as individuals didn't stay in her head long enough. She smiled at Hazarmaveth, "I think they'll try to do it without us, you know. I hear all the ponderous pondering. There will be red blood or there will be black blood. Both will be beautiful."
Scirce produced a teapot from her robes and started refilling Hundun's teacup absently. The smell of the warm tea from some sage's ardent mixing was pleasant. Though the teacup somehow didn't overfill neither did the pouring stop. She just eyed the cup with a wide smile.
The setting changes from Raelenea to Astral Sea
As the mist surrounded the area around his subjects and him a strange slew of messy colors and voices started emerging within this fog. He struggled to make sense of it as it was in bits and pieces. It seemed somebody wanted to relay information to him and was not very good at being direct.
"Consume... grow...!"
The voice urged strongly, sending a message not just to him but to his subjects. Creep himself just frowned, not at all pleased with being babbled at about some subject the gods were likely discussing.
"Enough! I'm sick of being talked to all strange-like. I'm outta here."
With that proclamation Creep started on his way, just picking a direction and walking towards it. He didn't care if the fog blocked his view, he was just going to walk until whatever god that was picking on him decided to leave him alone. Whatever issue it might of been trying to convey could go rot for all he cared.
Some time would pass, lest something tried to stop him of course. Where he ended up even he did not know. All he knew was that he was far from alone, like usual.
"Consume... grow...!"
The voice urged strongly, sending a message not just to him but to his subjects. Creep himself just frowned, not at all pleased with being babbled at about some subject the gods were likely discussing.
"Enough! I'm sick of being talked to all strange-like. I'm outta here."
With that proclamation Creep started on his way, just picking a direction and walking towards it. He didn't care if the fog blocked his view, he was just going to walk until whatever god that was picking on him decided to leave him alone. Whatever issue it might of been trying to convey could go rot for all he cared.
Some time would pass, lest something tried to stop him of course. Where he ended up even he did not know. All he knew was that he was far from alone, like usual.
The setting changes from Astral Sea to Ertse'gart
The whisp of shadow that Xyr was currently appeared out of the darkness that the Ertse'gart allowed to exist during the day. He had felt something new mention him, Tragedy, and he had to investigate. After Creep had offered little to no entertainment he was sure that meeting and greeting a new immortal would be fun.
He was not sneaky about it either, a ghost like shade of a humanoids upper half manifested several dozen meters ahead of Bashemath. It was not long before it condensed into smoke, which was the closest thing Xyr dared be to physical with the icky disgusting forest around them. Two slits that represented eyes flickered open and gazed in its direction. When Xyr spoke it was almost a whisper on the wind, raspy sounding and almost genderless.
"You are one to speak of Tragedy, as you yourself are the product of the... most delicious tragedy in history." Xyr's voice oozes with, for lack of a better word, satisfaction as he mentions this last part. But it held no ill intent, infact his tone suggested that he was happily amused. He continues on speaking now with curiosity.
"But you don't need me to tell you that. How often is he in your thoughts? Your dreams and nightmares, if you have any? Considering the words Bashemath had spoken earlier and what he had heard from those in Raelenea Bashemath had at least some emotional attachment to it's past host and in the current goals it has. Xyr could easily exploit that, but first came formalities of Tragedy. The final act must always be the best one, so why start out so strongly? He would take things slow at first.
"Time is not your side, I suggest you choose a path soon. I would be disappointed if you choose peace."
He was not sneaky about it either, a ghost like shade of a humanoids upper half manifested several dozen meters ahead of Bashemath. It was not long before it condensed into smoke, which was the closest thing Xyr dared be to physical with the icky disgusting forest around them. Two slits that represented eyes flickered open and gazed in its direction. When Xyr spoke it was almost a whisper on the wind, raspy sounding and almost genderless.
"You are one to speak of Tragedy, as you yourself are the product of the... most delicious tragedy in history." Xyr's voice oozes with, for lack of a better word, satisfaction as he mentions this last part. But it held no ill intent, infact his tone suggested that he was happily amused. He continues on speaking now with curiosity.
"But you don't need me to tell you that. How often is he in your thoughts? Your dreams and nightmares, if you have any? Considering the words Bashemath had spoken earlier and what he had heard from those in Raelenea Bashemath had at least some emotional attachment to it's past host and in the current goals it has. Xyr could easily exploit that, but first came formalities of Tragedy. The final act must always be the best one, so why start out so strongly? He would take things slow at first.
"Time is not your side, I suggest you choose a path soon. I would be disappointed if you choose peace."
Bashemath pauses, as does her undying companions upon being greeted so precariously by the god of tragedy himself. As usual, Basalah hides behind Bashemath, peeking around sheepishly, while Lumina and Tenebris step in front of her with full intent to protect their mistress, the latter letting out a low growl as it eyes Xyr. Bashemath simply chuckles and places her hands under their chins and gently pushes them aside.
"Now now, such incivility will not do, but the sentiment is not unappreciated," she speaks with continued warmness when addressing the two. The two great beasts lay down in positions to the sides of Bashemath that mirror one another, as if they were now as one creature. "Besides, you soon have little to fear of ones such as he."
With this she shifts her gaze up to Xyr, the smile remaining unbroken, but her pupils had dilated into the shape of an 8. "For you, I am curious that you speak of a tragedy of which you had no part in," her tone rolling with continued calmness as she paces around Xyr. She was not surprised to see him, on the contrary, she expected some of the more petty gods to arrive at some point. As she trails onward into her speech her eyes grew wider and a strange feeling permeated the air that was not so easily discerned. "I could say that I am indeed one to speak of concepts of horror and tragedy. I have seen visions of the impact, the screams, the pains of many as they run in vain from the inevitable. Many lives taken, women and children, beasts and men, consumed in one great wave of destruction, most never even receiving a proper burial from the state of the world or the state of their remains. Then the grief, inky black, killed more afterwards, unable to live on after witnessing such a horror. And the gods did nothing to alleviate that, now did they?"
Her words were cutting and unfiltered, incapable of being untrue to itself. Yet her tone remained calm, not raising in voicing or bearing its fangs in spite of the intensity of it. Her pupils slowly retracting back to their previous state as she reaches down and strokes Basalah's head. "It must actually be quite frustrating for you," she continues, her eyes narrowing as she gives a side glance to Xyr. "The greatest tragedy in history, of all Aettean, still recited in plays even today, in theaters and in song, and poetry reciting upon the lingering suffering... a tough act to follow I'm sure! People still talk of Asriy'el's descent like a ball of fire, of course some say like a bolt of lightning... the exacts of which matter little. Then, outside a few small circles, who recites the tragedy of the nobleman who, in the emptiness of his mortal life orchestrated his own destruction? What was his name again..? The tragedy I find is that this was all the worth he found within his life, that moment of self destruction. I look not in awe, not in shock, but instead... of pity. You poor man."
Her eyes glimmer as she lifts up her pet into her arms, cradling the strange timid creature now revealed to have two sets of forelimbs, and black tendrils running down behind its mask. "I exist by no cause of my own, from sorrow seeking alleviation," her smile widens, and her tentacles curl, and she holds out her hands and closes her eyes as Basalah clings onto her shoulders. It was like a strange reflection of the images of Abaranne with her curling cloud-like hair and outstretched arms. "I do what I must out of love, I dip my hands into the ink of death and rekindle the sparks of life! I consume death and make life, I consume pain and make pleasure, I consume despair and create joy! I am the embodiment of the grand will, I am the new order, and if they shall come they shall come as witnesses to the future of Aettean!"
There's a brief pause as the light of the forest is blotted out, by the passing of clouds, eyes gleaming, numerous in number fill the forest and silence suddenly overtakes it. The magnitude of Bashemath's influence revealing itself.
"You speak of time being against me, and yet it is the time of the gods that is running out! Tell them how this, the Testament of Bashemath!"
"Now now, such incivility will not do, but the sentiment is not unappreciated," she speaks with continued warmness when addressing the two. The two great beasts lay down in positions to the sides of Bashemath that mirror one another, as if they were now as one creature. "Besides, you soon have little to fear of ones such as he."
With this she shifts her gaze up to Xyr, the smile remaining unbroken, but her pupils had dilated into the shape of an 8. "For you, I am curious that you speak of a tragedy of which you had no part in," her tone rolling with continued calmness as she paces around Xyr. She was not surprised to see him, on the contrary, she expected some of the more petty gods to arrive at some point. As she trails onward into her speech her eyes grew wider and a strange feeling permeated the air that was not so easily discerned. "I could say that I am indeed one to speak of concepts of horror and tragedy. I have seen visions of the impact, the screams, the pains of many as they run in vain from the inevitable. Many lives taken, women and children, beasts and men, consumed in one great wave of destruction, most never even receiving a proper burial from the state of the world or the state of their remains. Then the grief, inky black, killed more afterwards, unable to live on after witnessing such a horror. And the gods did nothing to alleviate that, now did they?"
Her words were cutting and unfiltered, incapable of being untrue to itself. Yet her tone remained calm, not raising in voicing or bearing its fangs in spite of the intensity of it. Her pupils slowly retracting back to their previous state as she reaches down and strokes Basalah's head. "It must actually be quite frustrating for you," she continues, her eyes narrowing as she gives a side glance to Xyr. "The greatest tragedy in history, of all Aettean, still recited in plays even today, in theaters and in song, and poetry reciting upon the lingering suffering... a tough act to follow I'm sure! People still talk of Asriy'el's descent like a ball of fire, of course some say like a bolt of lightning... the exacts of which matter little. Then, outside a few small circles, who recites the tragedy of the nobleman who, in the emptiness of his mortal life orchestrated his own destruction? What was his name again..? The tragedy I find is that this was all the worth he found within his life, that moment of self destruction. I look not in awe, not in shock, but instead... of pity. You poor man."
Her eyes glimmer as she lifts up her pet into her arms, cradling the strange timid creature now revealed to have two sets of forelimbs, and black tendrils running down behind its mask. "I exist by no cause of my own, from sorrow seeking alleviation," her smile widens, and her tentacles curl, and she holds out her hands and closes her eyes as Basalah clings onto her shoulders. It was like a strange reflection of the images of Abaranne with her curling cloud-like hair and outstretched arms. "I do what I must out of love, I dip my hands into the ink of death and rekindle the sparks of life! I consume death and make life, I consume pain and make pleasure, I consume despair and create joy! I am the embodiment of the grand will, I am the new order, and if they shall come they shall come as witnesses to the future of Aettean!"
There's a brief pause as the light of the forest is blotted out, by the passing of clouds, eyes gleaming, numerous in number fill the forest and silence suddenly overtakes it. The magnitude of Bashemath's influence revealing itself.
"You speak of time being against me, and yet it is the time of the gods that is running out! Tell them how this, the Testament of Bashemath!"
Bashemath's reaction was just what Xyr wanted. She was following her ideals with the emotional responsibility of a child, and the one-sided mentality of a religious zealot. This was good for Xyr, now that Bashemath was utterly locked in her conviction it would be easier to predict her. He had to admit it to at least himself, she was not wrong. He had wondered in the past about how he might make an even greater tragedy than Bashemath's origins.
He reconciled with his thoughts, and answered her diligently. "That tragedy was one of the most beautiful moments of history, and there was no god like me at the time. Imagine what could happen when the perfect actors align under my guidance!" Hysterical laughter echoes out from the smokey form. There was no mouth but the spectral shoulders moved with its laughter.
As he quited down, Xyr got a tad more tone into his voice, almost taunting the immortal. At the same time, he begins circling just like Bashemath keeping her in his sights. "I am not your messenger boy, nor do I care about the other deities. Follow the Prayer Trail, and the gods will come to you." Without even a hint of clarification the smoke dissipated with a gust of wind, his laughter darker as he left and echoing out of existence.
He reconciled with his thoughts, and answered her diligently. "That tragedy was one of the most beautiful moments of history, and there was no god like me at the time. Imagine what could happen when the perfect actors align under my guidance!" Hysterical laughter echoes out from the smokey form. There was no mouth but the spectral shoulders moved with its laughter.
As he quited down, Xyr got a tad more tone into his voice, almost taunting the immortal. At the same time, he begins circling just like Bashemath keeping her in his sights. "I am not your messenger boy, nor do I care about the other deities. Follow the Prayer Trail, and the gods will come to you." Without even a hint of clarification the smoke dissipated with a gust of wind, his laughter darker as he left and echoing out of existence.
The setting changes from Ertse'gart to Hoffngard
Nox
The three black carriages stopped once they were in the upper class sector of Hoffngard. Outside Nox could see the estate that he had requisitioned via messenger ahead of time. Stepping out of the carriages were three butlers or servants of some kind all in their thirties, and one small well dressed boy. Immediately a runner boy dashes up to the first butler and hands him a note and runs off.
The butler reads it then whispers the information into Noxs ear. He nods and leaves the staff to unpack his things into the estate. Walking down the street to a nearby estate as per directed by the note, he takes a deep breath before entering, unaware of the dark mist lingering behind him...
Xyr
The Deity of Tragedies and Horror drifted through the finely decorated halls of the estate, having come to the city for this opportunity. In front of him was one of his newer followers, Nox Stri. The young boy followed the directions given to him by the door man per his own request and soon entered what seemed to be a lunch meeting between several of the nobles within Hoffngard. Xyr noticed Nox gulp before the boy joins them and sits.
One noble in particular showed interest in the boy, a middle aged noble who was curious about Disdain. Nox was the first noble to ever leave the city state, and as such they had many questions. Xyr remained unseen and whispered into his ear. "You are new to these lands... new to their customs..."
Nox responded by thinking a moment then speaking. [color=darkred]"I am ignorant of this land... and I might need help with local custom... if you could offer it... "
An hour later Nox was leaving the estate, his innocent ways in this persona gaining him their favour, and enough money for a Disdain embassy in the city. Xyr had given him the words to convince them, but that was only one part of the whole. He left Nox to enjoy his afternoon and continue with the next part of this tragedy.
The three black carriages stopped once they were in the upper class sector of Hoffngard. Outside Nox could see the estate that he had requisitioned via messenger ahead of time. Stepping out of the carriages were three butlers or servants of some kind all in their thirties, and one small well dressed boy. Immediately a runner boy dashes up to the first butler and hands him a note and runs off.
The butler reads it then whispers the information into Noxs ear. He nods and leaves the staff to unpack his things into the estate. Walking down the street to a nearby estate as per directed by the note, he takes a deep breath before entering, unaware of the dark mist lingering behind him...
Xyr
The Deity of Tragedies and Horror drifted through the finely decorated halls of the estate, having come to the city for this opportunity. In front of him was one of his newer followers, Nox Stri. The young boy followed the directions given to him by the door man per his own request and soon entered what seemed to be a lunch meeting between several of the nobles within Hoffngard. Xyr noticed Nox gulp before the boy joins them and sits.
One noble in particular showed interest in the boy, a middle aged noble who was curious about Disdain. Nox was the first noble to ever leave the city state, and as such they had many questions. Xyr remained unseen and whispered into his ear. "You are new to these lands... new to their customs..."
Nox responded by thinking a moment then speaking. [color=darkred]"I am ignorant of this land... and I might need help with local custom... if you could offer it... "
An hour later Nox was leaving the estate, his innocent ways in this persona gaining him their favour, and enough money for a Disdain embassy in the city. Xyr had given him the words to convince them, but that was only one part of the whole. He left Nox to enjoy his afternoon and continue with the next part of this tragedy.
Alieth
As Alieth walked on, she realised she didn't really have a plan- Which was unlike her, but she shrugged and mumbled to herself "not like those plans work out anyways". Her thoughts were cut off by the the words of two men who were walking in front of her;
"They say The Black Ichor changes animals, as if they are mutants or far worse" he said in a hushed tone, his clothes looked as if he were a noble- But she guessed he wasn't that high in ranking. The other man looked alike, brothers perhaps, but his stature stood taller- more affirmative. "I see, I've heard that myself- even rumours that it might be spreading across the Ertse'gart, but they may just be rumours- People practically feed off gossip these days". Alieth slightly frowned, unsure if to believe this information. The men turned down a busy street, and she realised that she had been following them all the way back to the main gates. "Bleeding skies, I'm back where I beg-" she began to mutter to herself, but she was interrupted by a small, middle-aged woman slamming into her. She looked up, dazed. The person who slammed into her had her back to Alieth, and Alieth then saw that it wasn't the woman's fault. The large crowd of mortals had parted for three worn down, black carriages. She could practically feel the buzz of gossip that was brewing. Alieth moved through the crowd, muttering a "sorry" and a "excuse me" to all the people she bumped into. Her eyes stayed glued on the carriages, and she could faintly see a head popping out of one of the openings of the carriage. Managing to zig-zag her way through the crowd, she set off to find out where the carriages would lead her.
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After some fast paced walking, she had figured out where the carriage would be going, the upper class sector of Hoffngard. She decided not to journey in there, for she knew that she would earn some unwanted looks- Everyone in that sector knew everyone, and gossip thrived as if it were light itself. She couldn't help but wonder what the new-comer wanted, and if it would affect her in any way- For all she knew, they would be discussing what tea is best. But she had a feeling, and it didn't go away easily.
As Alieth walked on, she realised she didn't really have a plan- Which was unlike her, but she shrugged and mumbled to herself "not like those plans work out anyways". Her thoughts were cut off by the the words of two men who were walking in front of her;
"They say The Black Ichor changes animals, as if they are mutants or far worse" he said in a hushed tone, his clothes looked as if he were a noble- But she guessed he wasn't that high in ranking. The other man looked alike, brothers perhaps, but his stature stood taller- more affirmative. "I see, I've heard that myself- even rumours that it might be spreading across the Ertse'gart, but they may just be rumours- People practically feed off gossip these days". Alieth slightly frowned, unsure if to believe this information. The men turned down a busy street, and she realised that she had been following them all the way back to the main gates. "Bleeding skies, I'm back where I beg-" she began to mutter to herself, but she was interrupted by a small, middle-aged woman slamming into her. She looked up, dazed. The person who slammed into her had her back to Alieth, and Alieth then saw that it wasn't the woman's fault. The large crowd of mortals had parted for three worn down, black carriages. She could practically feel the buzz of gossip that was brewing. Alieth moved through the crowd, muttering a "sorry" and a "excuse me" to all the people she bumped into. Her eyes stayed glued on the carriages, and she could faintly see a head popping out of one of the openings of the carriage. Managing to zig-zag her way through the crowd, she set off to find out where the carriages would lead her.
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After some fast paced walking, she had figured out where the carriage would be going, the upper class sector of Hoffngard. She decided not to journey in there, for she knew that she would earn some unwanted looks- Everyone in that sector knew everyone, and gossip thrived as if it were light itself. She couldn't help but wonder what the new-comer wanted, and if it would affect her in any way- For all she knew, they would be discussing what tea is best. But she had a feeling, and it didn't go away easily.
Kana Na-Ahn
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Kana managed to find someone who would hire her. It was hard! Have you ever been discriminated against because of your race? Well, being discriminated against because of your species is even harder. Add on top of that that Kana is a woman, and most hard labor places simply would not even consider. More than once she was threatened to have the guard called if she didn't make herself absent. Finally, after about eight or nine attempts, one contractor was willing to take her after she moved a cart out of her way single-handed. In was an expression of annoyance, but apparently her raw strength was enough to get a job for the day.
This particular job was fun. Her fellow workers were scared of her, especially when she removed her cloak, but they were willing to work near her. The job only lasted for a few hours, and was of the type that each worker was compensated seven silver for basic work, and ten for specialized. When Kana was in line for pay, they tried to hand her seven.
"Am I just a standard worker," she asked. "Could any of your others lift two bundles by themselves?" And there she stood, with her earthen hand outstretched, while the contractor considered the situation.
"Fair enough. Take yer ten. We could use someone of yer....abilities later in the week. If yer interested, check back 'ere later."
Giving a grateful nod, Kana took her day's wages and followed the group of workers to a nearby tavern. They weren't scared of her anymore after working with her, but they still were wary. What better way to ease the tension of what could be future workmates than to drink with them? Kana couldn't get drunk, of course, but she knew she had a better chance at better pay if her work force actually trusted her. So with that, she led off to some dusty, dimly-lit tavern.
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Inside the tavern was about as bad as she expected. Dirty, dimly-lit indeed, and vomit, alcohol, and B.O. permeated the air. The smell didn't bother Kana, but each worker recoiled only slightly as they came in. They were used to it, sure, but no one could truly be used to it.
The group ordered the house grog with their wages. Kana got the same, even though it was more money than she wanted to spend. No one received a full day's wages, as they only worked almost half a day, but they were pretending that they were nobles with the way they spoke to the obviously unhappy waitress. More than a couple suggestive comments were made about her as she left with the order, and Kana decided that staying inside her cloak would be the best option. She looked conspicuous, sure, but it was better to be the strange one with a full cloak than the female earth elemental who would garner far too much attention from others.
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Kana managed to find someone who would hire her. It was hard! Have you ever been discriminated against because of your race? Well, being discriminated against because of your species is even harder. Add on top of that that Kana is a woman, and most hard labor places simply would not even consider. More than once she was threatened to have the guard called if she didn't make herself absent. Finally, after about eight or nine attempts, one contractor was willing to take her after she moved a cart out of her way single-handed. In was an expression of annoyance, but apparently her raw strength was enough to get a job for the day.
This particular job was fun. Her fellow workers were scared of her, especially when she removed her cloak, but they were willing to work near her. The job only lasted for a few hours, and was of the type that each worker was compensated seven silver for basic work, and ten for specialized. When Kana was in line for pay, they tried to hand her seven.
"Am I just a standard worker," she asked. "Could any of your others lift two bundles by themselves?" And there she stood, with her earthen hand outstretched, while the contractor considered the situation.
"Fair enough. Take yer ten. We could use someone of yer....abilities later in the week. If yer interested, check back 'ere later."
Giving a grateful nod, Kana took her day's wages and followed the group of workers to a nearby tavern. They weren't scared of her anymore after working with her, but they still were wary. What better way to ease the tension of what could be future workmates than to drink with them? Kana couldn't get drunk, of course, but she knew she had a better chance at better pay if her work force actually trusted her. So with that, she led off to some dusty, dimly-lit tavern.
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Inside the tavern was about as bad as she expected. Dirty, dimly-lit indeed, and vomit, alcohol, and B.O. permeated the air. The smell didn't bother Kana, but each worker recoiled only slightly as they came in. They were used to it, sure, but no one could truly be used to it.
The group ordered the house grog with their wages. Kana got the same, even though it was more money than she wanted to spend. No one received a full day's wages, as they only worked almost half a day, but they were pretending that they were nobles with the way they spoke to the obviously unhappy waitress. More than a couple suggestive comments were made about her as she left with the order, and Kana decided that staying inside her cloak would be the best option. She looked conspicuous, sure, but it was better to be the strange one with a full cloak than the female earth elemental who would garner far too much attention from others.
Just as Hazarmaveth was about to finish the meeting, single black ravens feather floats down in the middle of the table. It flutters before touching the surface, and immediately a spectral echoing voice fills the halls. The voice would only be recognisable by one, Hazarmaveth. It was Abaranne's voice, taken out of his fears by Xyr who embodies all forms of fear and horror. Slowly as the speech continues it gradually changes into the voice of Bashemeth in all its anger.
"I do what I must out of love, I dip my hands into the ink of death and rekindle the sparks of life! I consume death and make life, I consume pain and make pleasure, I consume despair and create joy! I am the embodiment of the grand will, I am the new order, and if they shall come they shall come as witnesses to the future of Aettean!"
Xyr himself said and did nothing, his presence only being found in the feather left behind.
"I do what I must out of love, I dip my hands into the ink of death and rekindle the sparks of life! I consume death and make life, I consume pain and make pleasure, I consume despair and create joy! I am the embodiment of the grand will, I am the new order, and if they shall come they shall come as witnesses to the future of Aettean!"
Xyr himself said and did nothing, his presence only being found in the feather left behind.
Edna did not react quick enough to catch the seed packet that was thrown to her, however it did land neatly on her lap. As she took it in her hands she examined it, it was a packet of seeds. She was not sure what type of seeds they were but she would see what they grew into back home. "Thank you Sicre, I will be sure to tend to these seeds back home." Edna replied as she held it in her hands.
Soon Hazarmaveth encouraged a bit by her words made a speech about how they were all unique in their own ways. Each one of them actually working together for the mortals despite their huge differences. It made sense, and it was nice to see Hazarmaveth get a little bit of spirit back in him. Once his speech was over, he announced that he had sent Rey to Hoffngard, and Edna covered her mouth in surprise. Of course! She had to talk to Carissa about heading there. She quickly turned around in her chair and conjured an orb before speaking into it. "Oh dear, Carissa. This is Edna. I have something to ask of you, would you care to go on a scouting mission? You have to meet up at Hoffngard with the others...Of course you don't have to do such a thing on my behalf, it could be dangerous." The orb shined a bit before speaking back. "Don't worry, I will be safe. If its a scouting party with others then it sounds fun! Its always nice to get to know more people. And plus this sounds very important. I will do this! You can trust me!" The cheerful voice replied back.
With that quick call out of the way, Edna faced the others as things were wrapping up. But before the meeting ended the all too familiar black feathers of Xyr floated down in the center of the table. The voice of Bashemeth was soon heard and she seemed angry. Edna puffed her cheeks out a bit. "Did Xyr make her angry? How else would he know this. That God is always causing such a ruckus, if he was the one to meet her first then she must have a sour attitude on the rest of us. He might be making her angry on purpose just to see what happens. I say we fix this quickly before things get out of hand." Edna spoke as she was not exactly happy at hearing Xyr causing some chaos.
Soon Hazarmaveth encouraged a bit by her words made a speech about how they were all unique in their own ways. Each one of them actually working together for the mortals despite their huge differences. It made sense, and it was nice to see Hazarmaveth get a little bit of spirit back in him. Once his speech was over, he announced that he had sent Rey to Hoffngard, and Edna covered her mouth in surprise. Of course! She had to talk to Carissa about heading there. She quickly turned around in her chair and conjured an orb before speaking into it. "Oh dear, Carissa. This is Edna. I have something to ask of you, would you care to go on a scouting mission? You have to meet up at Hoffngard with the others...Of course you don't have to do such a thing on my behalf, it could be dangerous." The orb shined a bit before speaking back. "Don't worry, I will be safe. If its a scouting party with others then it sounds fun! Its always nice to get to know more people. And plus this sounds very important. I will do this! You can trust me!" The cheerful voice replied back.
With that quick call out of the way, Edna faced the others as things were wrapping up. But before the meeting ended the all too familiar black feathers of Xyr floated down in the center of the table. The voice of Bashemeth was soon heard and she seemed angry. Edna puffed her cheeks out a bit. "Did Xyr make her angry? How else would he know this. That God is always causing such a ruckus, if he was the one to meet her first then she must have a sour attitude on the rest of us. He might be making her angry on purpose just to see what happens. I say we fix this quickly before things get out of hand." Edna spoke as she was not exactly happy at hearing Xyr causing some chaos.
Scire grinned at Edna as she put a driver of change in motion. Many of his studious little moths weren't quite so good at breaking off remnants of life for study. Different life that ate whatever they found as this case of this new creature proved worse. Then Xyr and the voice of ichor made its presence known. Scire had a distaste for the artless murderers the black tower brought into the world. Occasionally some could be taught and learn to bring creations of worth as Scire was never the headstrong sort.
Scire frowned, this ichor proved to be a thing of destruction and had to be contained. Stabilized. Especially if the moths thought it bore study an intent on spread of careless destruction of creating things boiled his blood. She wondered what the bag of stabilized tainted life would bring. While she didn't even know what they were originally the moth thought them quite industrious. Not to mention illuminating the test pots holding a feeble bane from the idle wandering of the smallest pests of these creatures. Perhaps they were literally glowing wouldn't irradiant plants be ever so interesting!
Scire huffed at the room her chest vanishing with her female voice, "I rather like the current strife of life and death but the new order does sounds interesting. What I dislike is this interest in destroying all the beauty that already exists for blood's own sake. How very coarse."
The corner of Scire's mouth raised with his bared teeth as an idea struck him. He eyed Hazarmaveth with a lilting voice, "I could never rest on one little moth for long. I can strike the stone that can help your little brushes at least."
A small block of marble produced with Scire's now male hand from voluminous pockets the other his gauntlet the chain extending from the pocket. The marble was different than the others some may have seen from time to time. It had Scire's own name on it instead of a mortal's. The namesake turned a red-tinted eye to Edna, "What was her name again? Carissa? My little moths won't like it when philistines try to ruin a canvas with my name on it. They might even help. I might too; I'll have to see what tools I can dig up."
Scire frowned, this ichor proved to be a thing of destruction and had to be contained. Stabilized. Especially if the moths thought it bore study an intent on spread of careless destruction of creating things boiled his blood. She wondered what the bag of stabilized tainted life would bring. While she didn't even know what they were originally the moth thought them quite industrious. Not to mention illuminating the test pots holding a feeble bane from the idle wandering of the smallest pests of these creatures. Perhaps they were literally glowing wouldn't irradiant plants be ever so interesting!
Scire huffed at the room her chest vanishing with her female voice, "I rather like the current strife of life and death but the new order does sounds interesting. What I dislike is this interest in destroying all the beauty that already exists for blood's own sake. How very coarse."
The corner of Scire's mouth raised with his bared teeth as an idea struck him. He eyed Hazarmaveth with a lilting voice, "I could never rest on one little moth for long. I can strike the stone that can help your little brushes at least."
A small block of marble produced with Scire's now male hand from voluminous pockets the other his gauntlet the chain extending from the pocket. The marble was different than the others some may have seen from time to time. It had Scire's own name on it instead of a mortal's. The namesake turned a red-tinted eye to Edna, "What was her name again? Carissa? My little moths won't like it when philistines try to ruin a canvas with my name on it. They might even help. I might too; I'll have to see what tools I can dig up."
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."
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."
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.
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.
Goddess of Love, Lust, and Sexuality
Fairy Glade
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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