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Hazarmaveth

"How soon cut this transcient life is, at least they shall find solace in the afterlife."

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a character in “Pantheon: Whims of the Gods”, as played by MartinVole

Description

Name: Hazarmaveth, "Compassion in Death", "Wakewalker".

God of: Transmutation, the transcendence of mortal the souls to another state of being, and a strong lover of mortal art.

Elemental Affinity: Aether

Alignment: neutral good

Physical description of preferred forms:

True form: In truth, he is little more than a sapient embodiment of primal aether, weaving and shifting like a cloud of dark energy, this form is limited greatly in physical influence and is of no comfort for him as it impersonalizes him. He will revert to this state when suffering great trauma in order to heal or to move more quickly.

Preferred form: A humanoid form cloaked in a dark cloud-like mist, a white vaguely avian mask-face lacking all but two deep-set blue eyes that resemble the shape of the symbol for infinity. Above his head a blue light floats, a beacon for wayward souls to gather to.

Other forms: He can appear in many forms, even more humanoid if preferred, or more bestial, owing to his primordial nature.

Preferred Gender: Male

Means of Godhood: Primordial by nature he was born of the primal aether weaving together forming the consciousness that would come to be Hazarmaveth.

Personality: Introspective, poetic, compassionate and clever. He is a sympathetic god, given to pity and attains enjoyment in talking with the recently passed mortals. To say he loves his role, however, would not be true at all, but at least he tries to make the process into their final destination as painless as possible. Slow to anger, having taken ages of insults and neglect by mortals and immortals alike for his passive nature that he simply allows without word, but like the raven will bear its talons if cornered.

As a lover of mortal art he has more than once taken and surrounded himself in them, meditating upon them on all their meanings. He too is given to an artistic side, yet never satisfied with anything he creates, strewn pieces of unfinished pieces of his own strewn across his domain showing his greatest weakness to be one of confidence and indecisiveness. Another weakness is a wanting to believe in somebody else leading to some naivety, and a tinge of the soul of a lonely romantic.

The greatest trait is his compassion, and potential of being moved by a plight of the recently deceased. He hates to let a soul pass with unfinished promises made or unfinished works. Sometimes moved to allow final goodbyes and setting aside extra time to allow an important passion to be achieved by the mortal.

Worshiped by: Few small sects being a more reclusive deity.

Symbols:

"The Sideways Hourglass" "Time waits for no man, but sometimes it can be delayed." A crude black symbol that resembles a hand holding an hourglass on its side. It symbolizes that death is always there, but is not unreasonably set in stone.

Divine Weapon: Quell, an edgeless curved staff made of strands of adamant woven together finely like a piece of art, and in curved hoop the strands come together, different shades forming an ornate web symbolizing the sideways hourglass. He does not define it as a "weapon" as much as an "anti-weapon" meant to deflect rather than attack.

Preferred Blessing: Extra time and a final chance to make amends for wrongs done in a guilty conscience. However, his greatest blessing goes even further as a second life, serving as personal guides to make up for his inability to exist in more than a few places at once. His attention is not absolute after all.

Preferred Curse: Though not technically a curse, there are no secrets in the underworld as the dead have no more need to lie. He can use any accumulated knowledge of these poor souls as a means to avenge them. He can allow these souls to haunt those that wronged them, and use truth as a weapon to bring them to to their respective justice.

Holy City-State: None, given to his reclusive and obscure nature only a few sects know of him.

Most Notable Creation: The land of the dead, Shalom, a resting place for the fallen found worthy to "live" here. Also the "Seekers", strange beings made of transmuted souls into, themselves, gatherers of lost and wandering spirits.

Preferred form of worship: Offerings of art are appreciated, particularly shiny ones. Though he shows a general curiosity in people, never seeing them often in life, to be called upon by the living is a form of great opportunity and flattery.

So begins...

Hazarmaveth's Story

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Serena, Herald of the Mother
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Serena loathed Entorios more than most other deities. When he sung, she was compelled, as a mortal, to listen and be enchanted even when she did not wish to be. It was both demeaning and robbed her of what little power she had. It was violating and wrong, robbing away free will as it tried to shove its own hollow, empty 'emotions' there instead. Why the God had decided to sing a pointless tale was beyond here, if the other gods were so foolish as to base this off a story from old then they were equal fools.

Then, to her eternal annoyance, the Godking decided that Entorios' mindless rabbles had sense to them, perhaps his musics stole the freewill and violated the gods just as it did mortals? If so, perhaps they should fashion a muzzle from the adamant when they got their hands on it. If they wanted deniability then an Exalted could not come, Mother would protect them, and their numbers were fairly well known in the mortal realms even if they were, more often than naught, cursed and hissed with loathing by the 'civilized' races like those pathetic elves.

She assumed the God of Corruptions issue with the heroes was more to do with the lack of his share if they should succeed, but Serena didn't much care if a war against the giants 'ended' badly for everyone. With that, it came to an end as they all left one after another after, Ulm, had 'coincidentally' wandered into Vescteseg's realm at such a peculiar time and then Klethi, herself, departed after making some declaration or another, Serena hadn't been fully listening as she had been pondering on how convenient it was for Ulm, the Titan that rarely left his mountain, to move just as they planned on sending some 'heroes' into his realm.

Bowing her head to the Godking, Serena sent a silent prayer to the Mother and, moments later, a dark portal swallowed her up returning her home.

Back within the Obsidian Palace, she let her shoulders fall ever so slightly as her green eyes found her Mother had changed her shape, again. This time, her lower body had become a monstrous spider abdomen and legs, with large insect appendages sprouting from her back, a look she used often.


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"Over so soon?" Karvana asked, surprised that the meeting had ended so soon given her fellow deities... natures. Turning her head away from the portal that was showing the final moments of the raid, the Beastmen leader, Shaggroth, having just been slain by the human captain in single combat, "Come here, my herald, tell me what transpired," out of the corner of her eye, she spotted the captain removing the head of Shaggroth to be shown to his leaders as a grizzly trophy, the corner of her lips twitched at the action.

She did so love when they did that. Killed the terrible 'monsters' then desecrated their corpses, paraded their corpses around and spoke about how they were the 'glorious heroes' that slain the monsters while oblivious to their own monstrous actions, but it was always easier to ignore the monster within their own souls by loathing the monsters around them. She would keep an eye on the captain, perhaps he would become one of her children yet.

Focusing her attention on Serena, she watched with a small smile flirting across her lips as her herald sat on the steps and leaned against her leg, the skull on her head being pushed back as she took solace in her comfort. Her six knees bent as one as she leaned down to run her knuckles over Serena's pale cheek, "Speak, my dear."




Tapping her finger against her lips, her eyes were dancing with amusement, "A quest? How amusing," tilting her head to exaggerate her body language, "What to bring to the little party... I wonder?" After a few seconds, Karvana waved her hand, "No matter, I have time to think on it later, let us view this little half-breed morsel, shall we?"

Waving her hand, the 'window' changed to that of a bar showing Winston Borne speaking to Hazarmareth in a tavern. While the 'window' was impossible to see for mortals, Karvana didn't doubt Hazarmareth could not see it if he looked. Her eyes traced the half-breed, taking note of his missing eye and arm, the scars, and his more bestial adornments, "How precious," Karvana said, "What stories I missed due to Hazarmareth keeping him a secret from me. Tsk, tsk."

"He doesn't like the gods," Serena said, her eyes closed uninterested in the 'boy' as she continued to rest against Karvana's leg.

"So it seems," Karvana said as he left after speaking on whatever 'agreement' they had, "But now I am here. With a few pushes and nudges, he will come to me, his mother."

"I wouldn't be so sure," Serena said, "He seems close to Hazarmareth," her tone annoyed at the 'boy' taking attention away from her. Perhaps she should tag along and 'remove' him. Making sure to leave so few pieces not even Hazarmareth could put him back together again.

"He will. They always do," she said, a hint of finality in her voice, "But let us see what else is on? Shall we? Let us watch this demi-god," Karvana said, her voice mocking the word, "that will be leading this little 'quest'."

With a wave of her hand, the window changed once more, this time, to the demi-god sitting in the bar. Hands at her side, Karvana watched the woman, content to see what skills she had, and to determine what to send with their party, perhaps she would even let the little demi-goddess pick?

The setting changes from Etheria and the Astral Sea to Arkngthan

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A Shalom gate opens and closes as the old psychopomp emerges. He was restless, distracted, even without an expression to read it was obvious in how he paced himself. Old ghosts plagued his mind, memories of times long gone haunting him. It was a long time since he had felt this, worry. One of his seekers, wrapped in robes of gray warps in beside him.

"You are not yourself, you need to rest." The seeker says, concern in her tone.

"Interesting statement, what is 'myself'?" Hazarmaveth responds, his tone being somewhat irate.

"The one who gave us a chance at life we never had, even when he needed not do so." She responds.

"Yes, and I would take not any of it back," he says, calming. "But must I betray them once again, and like this?"

The seeker looks confused, it was too cryptic for her, as even her master held secrets from his servants. He sees this confusion and pats her on the head.

"I am sorry, I am just being a nostalgic old fool putting confusing thoughts in an innocent young mind, your mother never saw your potential... to cast away a life is..." he says to her slowly, a sad tone in his voice. "The man you've found, the one you spoke of, go to him."

"But, why? Why this all of a sudden? I am your seeker, now and f-" She says, but cut off suddenly by Hazarmaveth.

"The joy of creation is to also in seeing it flourish, you have been with me long enough and I will not stifle you further."

Before the Seeker could say another word, Hazarmaveth sends her away. He stands there and sighs, already missing the company. After taking a moment to compose himself he heads towards the throne of Lycaon.

"My chosen has been notified, and I can present him at any time." He puts a hand on his forehead, a bit of exasperation coming into his tone. "I... had to withdraw him into my realm from a bit of a... predicament, however. I hope the elves forgive him on the grounds of intoxication..."

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Hazarmaveth pauses, staring at Fenris who had been rather inelegantly shanghaied into this. He sighs and then politely greets the elf.

"Well, he seems sane... an astonishing feat given his... circumstances."

It was a light jab to Klethi, but an honest one. He then motions towards Fenris attempting to make a friendly gesture.

"Hello, welcome to Arkngthan, I am Hazarmaveth but you are free to call me as you see fit," he says politely. "And I'm sure no such incident will occur here."

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Fenris recognized Hazarmaveth, and clearly had more reverence for him than either Klethi or Lycaon. He bowed his head. "I'm... ill prepared, to be in the presence of... you so suddenly." He stood again, as if to stay something, but allowed instead an awkward silence.
"Are you still an atheist, Fenris?"
Fenris looked between the two gods and their king, clearly unsure of how to answer. It wouldn't be the first time she had challenged his honesty with potential death. He trusted Hazarmaveth not to smite him but not the tyrant-king Lycaon. "Yes, I still am." Klethi smiled. She appreciated his honesty; it made him consistent to wager on. "Are you gay?"
The question caught him off guard. After a fashion, he shook his head. Klethi deflated. "That is disappointing."
"...disappointing?" He looked at her, at once both interested and offended.
"Well it appears aside the platypus that has been offered, the majority of your companions will be male."
"And?"
"And, well, it'd be a lot more interesting if you fell madly in love with someone and they died in a dramatic attempt to rescue you from certain death. And quite honestly Fenris, as the Goddess of Chance I can say I don't see you sharing your bed with a demi-god."
"You aren't going to make me, are you?"
"I can't make you do anything. If I could make everything I wanted happen Lycaon or someone else would have killed me a long time ago."
"Well if you can't make me, can I go home?"
"No. There's important work to be done. There are lives at stake. A tyrant sits on a dangerous weapon! And-" Klethi spoke intentionally loudly, sure Lycaon would hear her, "I mean a real tyrant. Not what you call Lycaon. Now go do some calisthenics or something. You're hardly in the shape I told Ulm you were in."
"Wait, he knows I'm coming?"
"Yes. And don't worry, he sounds quite mad about it."
"How is that possibly a good thing?"
"Well, I wouldn't want it to be easy for you. Now if you're done questioning my motivations and spoiling the story, I have other matters to attend to. There's a certain God of Corruption I'm going to go ask not to turn you into an Alfar. Unless you'd prefer I didn't."
"...I'd very much prefer you did."
"Then I shall. Hazarmaveth, have a nice day." And Fenris was suddenly alone. He didn't dare look at Lycaon, in case being called a tyrant was going to get him erased from existence (or worse; he wasn't entirely sure what the creatures that called themselves gods could do). He decided to remain silent.

The setting changes from Arkngthan to Etheria and the Astral Sea

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When Klethi and Fenris entered Lycaon's hall the king was sitting grimly on his throne. His posture, normally stiff and regal, was slouching and he was using his hand to hold up his head. Lycaon was a worrier and this entire quest business was particularly stressful. At times like this thoughts of his old nature begin to resurface and it took the king all the power he had to resist the temptation to revert to his old ways and forcibly take the adamant back. He knew he could, but he wasn't sure that he could return to himself if he did go down that dark road again.

Lycaon was glad that Hazeramth was there to introduce the mortal to Arkngthan. Lycaon didn't think that the elf looked like much, but who knew with the people Klethi chooses or blesses. He was surprised that the mortal could be an atheist even when was surrounded by the majesty of the gods; however, he did respect the honesty of Klethi's champion, especially since it was hers. When he overheard the goddess joking about the elf having sex with his daughter Lycaon was uncharacteristically amused. He had never thought of being a grandfather, but it was possible that Nymeria would one day find a mate. He was sure that it wouldn't be the elf before him though.

The king saw that Fenris was avoiding his gaze and while he was offended that he was considered a tyrant he didn't plan on hurting the mortal. "So your Klethi's champion. I really can't say that your the most impressive mortal, but I'm sure you'll have your part to play in the events ahead." Even as he spoke the king could hear a voice in the back of his head asking him why he put so much effort into protecting these pitiful creatures that show him little gratitude. "I apologize for my rudeness. I'm not really myself today. That or I'm too much of myself." The King said apologetically.

Before he could say anything more Nymeria walked into the hall. "Let me guess. This is one of those heroes you told me about." she said to her father. It was obvious from her appearance that Nymeria had just gotten back from working out. She was covered in dirt and sweat and was breathing heavily from the strenuous effort. She walked over the Fenris and offered him her hand. "I'm Nymeria, daughter of Lycaon, Thane of the High-King of your people, and slayer of the dread dragon Belirand. And who are you may I ask?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Kurn had immediately disappeared from the tavern as soon as Lycaon showed up. He would rather his presence not be too noticeable. He went to his Temple of the Minds Eye as he cleared his energy there of any pollutant before returning to Lycaon's realm. Once there he looked around at those present and found Klethi and her champion there along with Hazarmareth.

Kurn put on a smile and manifested an islander flower wreath in his hands and walked up to her champion, putting the wreath around his neck. "Welcome to the quest." The wreath slowly faded into a silver necklace with a pulsating glowing sapphire star. Kurn than turned on his heel and his physical form became an orb of light that floated up into the nearest light source and became a part of it.

Kurn stayed in the light source and watched what was happening in the room for awhile, gathering as much intel as he could.

The setting changes from Etheria and the Astral Sea to Arkngthan

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Hazarmaveth just leans back as poor Fenris has his episode, starting to consider withdrawing his statement of sanity, not that he blames him for it. The sound of a Shalom gateway closing is heard and out of the corner of his eye he catches a glimpse of Borne and one of his seekers, the former hunched and mouth agape. It is implied he may have been there for a while.

"What was that?" Borne mutters.

He storms up to Fenris and Hazarmaveth, latter whom looks to his seeker motioning towards the clearly still intoxicated halfbreed. The seeker reacts only by shrugging while holding and petting Enyo.

"Di-did you bribe seeker Tulin with a ferret?" The god of death asks in disbelief. "You weren't supposed to arrive until you were sobe-"

"Yeah, I'm s-sober enough," he says, his speech somewhat slurred and slouching quite a bit, "Sober enough to see... this... t-this..."

He looks Fenris over, scrutinizing him for every detail. He then leans back and his eyes widen into a look of disbelief.

"Eh... elf?" a clear uncertainty in his tone as he gets up into Fenris's face. "You... are elven, right, boy?"

"Yes, he is." Hazarmaveth responds.

Borne glances over at his mentor then back to Fenris and shrugs backing away, Hazarmaveth clearly relieved and a bit surprised he didn't strike poor Fenris. The halfbreed turns towards Lycaon and his daughter Nymeria.

"Oh, would you look at this place and you guys, do any good smiting lately?"

Hazarmaveth pokes Borne in the back of the head with his cane, to which nearly causes him to lose balance and topple into the floor.

"Greetings lord Lycaon, lady Nymeria..." he says with forced elegance, then he looks to Fenris. "I am Winston Borne, the divine joke and apparent cheater of death."

He takes a bow, then raises up with a smirk upon his face.

"Hope you don't take offense but I do have a request should we succeed in this... venture."

The setting changes from Arkngthan to Etheria and the Astral Sea

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The pain that was plaguing the god king's head as he tried to retrain his inner beast was slightly eased by the amusement he had gotten from Fenris's floundering attempts at social graces. He had try hold back laughter as the young elf talked about having sex with Nymeria. He believed he finally understood why Klethi kept the mortal around felt a little sorry for the elf that Nymeria was likely to beat into a pulp if things progressed as they were going.

Nymeria on the other hand didn't find the elf funny at all. Why would this rather average looking lesser being think that he had any chance with a half-goddess like herself. Before she could retort he sneezed all over her outstretch hand.
"Why has father sent a fool like you to accompany me?" the demigoddess said with obvious disgust as she wiped the snot off on her shirt. "And only a fool would mistake you for a demigod. What I meant was that I became a thane of the elven high-king during the years I spent in his court."

Before the princess could continue her verbal assault on Fenris, Hazermaveth and Borne entered the throne room. She was surprised that her second companion lacked an arm and an eye, but she was rather amused by his drunkenness. She wasn't sure how useful the two would be on her quest but at least she'd be entertained. When Borne requested to succeed Nymeria laughed and said. "Of course. What fun would failing our endeavor be?"

Lycaon judged the third hero as he entered into the great hall. Borne appeared to be ragged, but if what he heard was true the man was a survivor and that would be useful. He straitend his posture to some extent and said "My champions you are welcome to any part of Arkngthan. I have arranged rooms for you all in the palace. If you need to find anything ask my daughter. She seems hard on the outside but she's better once you get to know her. Also, mortal with one arm, I can't recall your name but I could give you a new arm if you'd like before your quest."

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

From the light that Kurn had disappeared into came two balls of light that floated down to the floor near the group of beings. One flashed into Kurn once again, the other landed on his shoulder and became a white snow owl. Kurn smiled and waved at everyone present. "Sorry for my sudden absence, I had to grab my contribution to this little quest. This is Feroun, a wild owl who lives near my temple. He will be a useful addition to this quest, my only question is who will be his guardian while he is away?" He would only let Feroun go on the quest if one of the participants would take care of him.

He decided a little more information on Feroun would be best, and the hoot that Feroun let out seemed to agree with him. "Feroun is a gentle soul like myself, and for some reason understands this language quiet well. He can hunt for himself while on the journey, but I warn you all. If he is harmed because his keeper was not fulfilling their duties my punishment will be swift and unforgiving." He did not seem to be kidding, and he set Feroun down on the floor as he slowly walked into the center of the group and awaited someone to claim him.

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"Winston Borne sire, and though the offer is tempting... a saying goes: 'rather I be with one eye that sees twice as well, than two eyes that are half as good,'" He drops to the floor and almost effortlessly props himself up with his one arm, wobbling some still under the effects of intoxication. "As... you can see, like the one eye that is twice that of two, my left arm has more than compensated for the absent other,"

He then hops back onto his feet, only to lose his balance and fall over backwards.

"I think it means if I was suddenly given two arms the time to readjust would make me less effective."

Upon the arrival of Feroun Enyo squeezes out from the seeker's arms and scurries to her master's shoulder. He looks to her then to Kurn with a shrug and chuckles.

"Well, I myself am spoken for, my buddy over there."

Enyo chatters and begins to wash her face, Borne looks to her as if she had said something.

"Well, I suppose a god's owl could breathe fire, but that would be silly."

Hazarmaveth seeing this quietly writes in the air: "It should go away after being around the others."

Hearing Fenris's meltdown, Borne finds himself broken from his bout of delusion. He looks to him and sighs. He doesn't like elves, not as a race but something more to do with an attitude, an attitude Fenris lacks. Despite his attempts to get aggravated he's growing more sympathetic, and that is kind of aggravating. He looks at the elf scratching his chin and twisting his jaw thinking on what to say.

"So what if he's no demigod, are we to measure worth by a bloodline? By that account I am far less than he." The halfbreed says in response to Nymeria then gestures pointing to his head. "And only a fool weighs somebody by their physical strength alone."

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Bursting through the doors with plenty of unnecessary Flair, Aeristhatia greeted everyone with glee. "Sorry I'm late! My little Mercutio had to look his best..." She gave him an annoyed sideways glance. "But here he is! I introduce to you, Sir Mercutio Benedict Abernathy Potts!" The animal came waddling in, examining the scenery. "I say, what a lovely group of fellows and ladies. I was told I was to be accompanying one of-" Mercutio Paused Mid-sentence as his beady eyes came to rest on Nymeria. "Well, Hello there miss. I must say you do look rather..." Mercutio couldn't think of the word for attractive to the eye, so he did his best. "Robust..." He could hear Aeristhatia giggle in the background. "Forgive me. My language is not at its best, milady." He glared the best he could at Aeristhatia. "So who is it that I am meant to be helping, hm?"

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As Kurn presented Feroun Nymeria eyed the owl. She hadn't had an avian companion since her hawk Apollo was devoured by Belirand two years ago in their fight. Kurn's humble yet polite mannerisms caused Nymeria to realize how rude she was acting. The unremarkable elf wanted to get into her pants but if the god's trusted him maybe there was something more to him. For the most part she was only acting rude to annoy her father. Was she any better if she took her problems out on the poor atheist. She decided to wait and let the others have a chance at the owl first. After no one claimed it, the demigoddess walked up to the owl and said "I'll take you if you'll have me." She was then interrupted by Aeristhatia and the incredible talking platypus. She was surprised that even the platypus seemed to want her but she shrugged it off and responded.
"It's perfectly fine my dear beaver duck hybrid friend. I'm sure our friend Fenris can learn a few manners from you." she said as she shook his equivalent of a hand.

Lycaon watched the heroes speak and thought that perhaps they might have a chance. When Fenris broke down and asked about leaving he responded by conjuring a silver lyre out of the air and having a servant hand it to the elf. "Your going with my daughter, the other fellow, and the platypus whether you like it or not. I hope this lyre is to your liking. If you'd rather another instrument it can change itself upon your command. Now I must go. I have something else I must work on for your quest. And Borne when you return my offer still stands." With that and a flash of bright silver light he was gone.

Nymeria commented to her three companions. "I've heard of this divine liquor called Star Tears. They must have it at a bar somewhere here. I suggest that we make its acquisition our immediate goal and we can discuss our plans over a few glasses. I'm sure one of you gentleman would want to buy a lady like me a drink."

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((OOC: Valerian, you have full control over Feroun now, well Nymeria does anyway. He speaks to people through mental images sounds and sensations, so keep that in mind.))


Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Feroun turned around with a light jump as Nymeria approached and stared up at her in the avian way all birds did. Without question the bird flapped it's way up to her shoulder and stayed there, marking her as it's keeper. Kurn himself was pleased with the outcome and was now ready for the platypus to arrive. The attitude and voice of the platypus sent Kurn into a fit of laughter where he stood next to Lycaon. He doubled over from his hysterical humor and squirmed on the floor without any regrets of his laughter.

He eventually sobered and stood whipping the tears from his eyes. He manifested a glass wine bottle of water and poured his tears into it off his fingernail and hid the bottle in his robes. It seemed Nymeria had a taste for the Star Tears now so he would make an attempt to keep her away from it during the day and during the quest. Little did she know he was one of two gods who could make it, and he would not disclose the second one.

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Sitting in his temple in a high chamber, Kurn looked down at the three hundred witnesses who had come by choice to view the quest second hand at Kurn's temple. The Odd God as he was called currently took the form of a decrepit old man with pure white hair and a beard almost down to his waist and light blue robes. He carried a long twisted staff which helped him walk. He stood and took several steps forwards to look over the veranda at the crowd who now roared with applause. Kurn said nothing as he tapped his staff on the stone, summoning all the gods who had come to Lycaon's call last meeting to his temple and at the same time opening his temple doors.

The crowd rushed inside and found stone pews waiting to seat them in front of a one hundred foot tall and forty foot wide mirror where most of Kurn's offerings were left. As soon as everyone was seated Kurn took his own seat and changed the mirror so that it showed Lycaon's opening speech to the questing group and followed them to the edge of Ulm's territory where it would show their progress. Kurn had larger seats on a second floor viewing the mirror for each god to sit, each seat designed after the god's powers.

Kurn waited for the others to arrive and greeted them all individually with a bow and welcome. He had food set out for the mortals that would constantly replenish, and a special table upstairs for the gods to use. Kurn had made sure to make it entertaining so the god's table was strewn with foods from exotic locations and even from the future, as Kurn was able to connect with his future conciousness and 'travel' through time to get candy, popcorn and other future foods.

The setting changes from Temple of the Mind's Eye to Etheria

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#, as written by Taunbon
Serena, Herald of the Mother
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Serena lounged upon a bed of cushions strewn around the floor, mindlessly picking at the bowl of grapes to her side as he eyes roamed the courtyard of Obsidian Palace. A few of the Exalted practiced their arts in the field, hacking and slashing at each other to prove their dominance over the other as, even the Exalted were not above such desires, and out of the corner of her eye she spotted Vas sitting in a dark, gnarled tree twirling her dagger in boredom. Serena shared that boredom, it had grown dull on the mortal world, as of late, with little need of their skills and the lack of any amusing events that they could watch unfold.

Some of the younger Exalted looked forward to watching the 'quest', but Serena didn't. She had watched them unfold before, it was mostly walking... and more walking... with a bit more walking added in for good measure. Perhaps, a conversation here and there as they 'bonded' which was, somehow, even more dreadful to have to witness and the less she spoke about the 'love' that would sometimes blossom during long, extended periods of isolation with members of opposite sexes, the better. Yes, the fighting was far and in-between, 'quest' were a dull affair.

Plucking a lone grape, she brought it to her lips and slipped it in, closing her eyes as she chewed. It didn't help that Mother hadn't shown any enthusiasm either after the initial news. She had yet to pick a champion despite the 'group' supposed to be meeting today to start out on their 'quest'. It seemed her desire to aid the quest was based entirely on watching the half-breed and how he preformed. Serena was glad the half-breed had taken refuge in the realm of the 'God-King' as, if he hadn't, there had been a good chance the Mother could have ordered Vas, or herself, to bring the half-breed to the Palace, so the Mother could take a 'closer look' at the boy. That task would not have been difficult, but Serena would have questioned the value in the boy and wasting her time on maimed half-breed.

A voice swam through her mind, a warm voice, "Serena, dear, it seems the God of Boredom has 'invited' me to his realm which means the quest has begun. I have decided on my," the voice paused, and Serena could picture Mother tapping her finger against her lips as she pretended to ponder on the word, "'Champion'. I will open a portal to their location, be a dear and help to send them on their way."

Serena pushed herself up from the cushions, taking a moment to clear away the wrinkles in her dress as she did so. The dark portal opened tore open space in front of her with budding curiosity on the 'champion', Serena stepped through it.


Skarruk and Shebaba
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Skarruk's black eyes took in far more light then any human's could possibly hope for, so the secrets of the dark, dank tunnels could not hide from him. He was on a hunting trip, a suicide trip really, to explore the troll warrens and bring back their 'treasure' for the Chieftain. But that is what he got for overextending his authority as tribal shaman, he gently prodded Shebaba's abdomen with the end of his spear, coaxing her to keep moving through the tunnels.

His skin crawled with every step she took within the caves, his heart thumping faster in his small chest as he fought down the panic that was rising, he wanted to turn Shebaba around and flee. One troll was bad, two was worse... but an entire Troll Throng? That was death, and he had no desire to have them puke out their stomach contents on him as he dissolved in the acid of their bile. Shebaba must have sensed his fear as she stopped once again, Skarruk let out a curse in Gou'Toki as he prodded Shebaba again, but she wasn't moving.

Skarruk frowned and smacked her harder, a loud crack splitting the air and echoing down the tunnel as the shaft met her armored carapace, and still nothing. Not even a chitter of warning to him for his blow... nothing. She hadn't disobeyed him since she was a spiderling, and more then that, she had never not responded at all. Skarruk shivered as a chill ran through his body, his dark eyes scanning the tunnel as his instincts screamed at him that something was very, very wrong.

Finally, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted movement, something in black that he had not noticed before. Instinctively, he tried to prod Shebaba again, but she wasn't moving, merely staring ahead as if lost in her own world. Gripping his spear tighter, he started to chant in Gou'Toki calling upon the magical energy in the air to come to him as the shadow started to move, "Drath tokin'ra Ko.." his voice died as the magic he called to him was being unraveled. Unraveled faster then he could draw it in, his panicked mind raced as his instincts continued to scream at him to run away from the figure, that it was dangerous.

But the shadow kept coming, advancing at a slow, almost lazy, pace. Reflexively, he thrust his spear at it when the shadow came in range, but it was smacked aside the blow as if it was nothing more then an annoying gnat, before he could move, it shot out at him like a viper, gripping his throat and lifting him off Shebaba as if he weighed nothing. Skarruk clawed and scratched at the arm holding him, his dirty nails failing to break the material over its arm, grasping for his belt, he tried to pull out his dagger, but a flash of pain blurred his vision as the shadow slammed him into the cave wall.

Blinking away the tears, his vision cleared and finally, at this range, he was able to see the shadow for what it was. A human, but not just any human, his dark eyes fell on the pale beast skull on her head, and his heart froze in terror. The Herald. He had never seen her. None in their tribe had, but they knew her. Just as all knew the Mother. It was an instinctual knowledge, no different then breathing, a primal fear and awareness that lurked in the back of their mind, buried deep within their very creation. But the knowledge did little to alleviate his fears.

"Skarruk," The herald said in gou'toki, her voice cold. It was odd, it held no accent, no personality, it was as if Skarruk had read the words carved upon the wall, "The Mother has chosen you to preform a task. Succeed, and you shall be rewarded. Fail and pray that your death is quick."

His black eyes widen in equal parts fear and surprise, he would have asked why, but he had trouble forming words around the thin hand gripping his throat, "You are to join a... group formed by the gods and aid them in their task," with that, her hand released his throat, and gravity took its toll, his body smacking into the cold, hard ground as he breathed deep trying to fill his lungs with the musty tunnel air.

"W-What task?" Skarruk gasped, pushing himself to his feet.

The Herald watched him, her face revealing nothing as she waved her hand and as the air itself seemed to tear, a dark portal coming into existence, so abyssal it seemed to even draw in the lesser darkness of the tunnel into its embrace, "Go," the Herald commanded.

Skarruk fumbled around, his dirty green fingers combing the ground until they bumped into the shaft of the spear. Picking it up, he returned to Shebaba and climbed on, the soft chittering sound his companion made were soothing as they echoed in the tunnels. It was a familiar sound, one he hadn't thought he would find so comforting once he had been deprived of it. Gently nudging Shebaba, he led her towards the portal, and with once last look at the Herald, her through it.




Skarruk let out a pained cry as the burning light seared at his eyes. He dropped his spear as his hands came up to cover his face, gripping it in agony as his pupils tried desperately to adapt to the massive amount of light assaulting them. His eyes clasped closed, his hands shot over his head and gripped the hood of his cloak, pulling it over his head to mercifully shield him from the harsh, blinding rays of light that peaked through the trees.

From the sanctuary of the shadows provided by his hood, Skarruk blinked away the pain and flashes of light, he could smell humans, an elf... beast... He gripped his spear even as he felt Shebaba move under him. Finally able to see, he looked around, his head moving in quick jerking motions as he scanned the forest, from the other 'champions' in it, to the large beast prowling around them. Shebaba had adapted quicker, it seems, as her fang's chittering grew louder, a warning to the others, as her two, blade-like front legs lifted into the air ready to strike at anything that came too close.

"The Mother's...... contribution," the cold voice of the Herald said from behind him, he turned his head, almost glad to have her there as while she was terrifying, she was a terror he was more familiar with. Skarruk looked at the group one more time, before gently laying his hand on Shebaba's head, calming the spider as it lowered its legs and left its aggressive pose.

The rustling of grass drew his attention back to the Herald who had stopped half-way in her turn to go back into the portal, her head turned to fall on one of the, what Skarruk could only assume was some kind of wounded human, "The Mother has taken an interest in you, half-breed. She will be watching your actions from now on, do not disappoint."

It seemed she did not want, or need, a reply as the Herald turned back and entered the portal, the dark vortex closing behind her.

With his only... 'ally' gone, Skarruk gripped his spear tightly, his knuckles turning yellow from the pressure, "Skarruk," he said roughly, his voice till hoarse from the near strangulation, "Shebaba," he said, touching the spider on the head to give introduction. His large black eyes kept jumping from human, to... wounded.. human, to elf, to beast trying to watch them all for signs of treachery or aggression at the same time and failing at anything more then looking like a jerking patient going through withdrawal.

The setting changes from Etheria to Etheria and the Astral Sea

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Hazarmaveth had been silently watching and listening in on the party, as well as Klethi and Lycaon's discussion. It wasn't normally his part to get involved, or argue much of anything, this has been a rather exhausting time for him. His hands, or at least, equivalents thereof tremble ever so slightly as scans every moment with his eyes intensively.

"She needs to grow, that is indeed true, and so does Borne to settle his mind." He mumbles. "Often I don't know what he is thinking, but I know he'd do anything in his power to keep the others safe, keep them alive... being surrounded in death has made all life far more appealing."

He hunches over and his tone having a an uncertainty to it, it almost hints some kind of worry.

"Perhaps... too appealing." He says, a worrisome tone to his voice, he snaps and quickly tries to change the topic. "But yes, Fenris is, if nothing else, an admirably gentle soul, I hope he fares well."

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"I would so argue too that non-mortals have equal room to grow," he says somewhat quietly. "Why do we hold ourselves so above others? After all, in death we are the same."

Hazarmaveth is suddenly distracted, his head snapping towards the man who died and glides over with great speed. He catches the man as he falls spreading out his essence like the wings of a bird, a blue ethereal light emitting from his body, eyes, and chest and his flame brightly ablaze. He starts performing the Rite of Sending, a rare sight to be seen.

"Rest, rest now, ye weary soul,
through Shalom's gate you shall go.

Eyes they shall weep for thee,
first of sorrow and then of glee.

And all burdens be left behind,
out of sight, out of mind.

Rest, rest now.
"

Softly he lays the man down in a resting position, positioning his hands on his chest and closing his eyes with a shadowy hand, he then looks over to the others, his essence laying down back and no longer glowing, streams of black run down from his eyes. "Have him buried, and appropriately so."

Hazarmaveth picks up his staff and slowly rises, the black tears burn away into what appears as smoke.

"Adamant apple? The fairest?" He questions, carefully pacing about the scene. "What meaning is there to this?"

At the Ulmish Mountains...

Borne had headed towards Orest, ready to follow him to Ulm.

"Let us be courteous, Ulm has given us a great honor to stand before him and it would be rude of us to turn him down." Borne says, looking back to Nymeria, making ever so subtle motions with his hand hoping she would get the signal: They intercepted us, he already knows.. He does not care if Orest sees it, as long as it is delivered. He turns to Fenris.

"Perhaps you could play a song to Ulm if he wishes, after-all, who hates music?" After saying this he nods his head. Trusting you. "We accept, lead the way. We shall keep this civil as long as it continues to be as such."

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Aeristhatia crossed her arms in front of her from the back of the room, unseen by the other gods. (goddesses, for those who care about that sort of thing.) She heard the conversations being held between Lycaon and Klethi. Although she was anxious to try the food, she remained silent. (an incredibly hard feat for one who laughs like a child on steroids.) Time passed as the contention grew stronger between Klethi and Lycaon. It was painfully obvious who would win the argument.

Mercutio found himself quite pleased as he stuffed his face with perishables from the saddlebag. He heard something that made him burst from the pouch. What he saw before him was the biggest creature he had ever seen. Food dropped from his open mouth as he gazed in awe and wonder. Several monstrous men stood before them, one bigger than the rest. All that could be heard from Merc was a tiny squeak as he dove back into the depths of the pack. Listening through the thick material, he could not make sense of what Fenris was saying. He slowly stuffed a pastry into his mouth as he tried to make sense of the mumbled words. Who or whatever these things were, they looked hungry for platy-potpie. He slowly reached a webbed hand out from the opening in the bag, and felt the top of the animal's back. Where was Fenris? All he felt was the course fur of the warg...

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

The Odd God paced around the upper floor and watched the large mirror currently showing the quest. He was calm as he moved from one end of the balcony to the other but there was obviously something troubling him. He could feel his future self becoming stressed over something and instinctively looked down at the mortals viewing the quest with the gods. One of the men below caught Kurn's eye, and realized he was about to smash the mirror by running into it. Kurn sighed and knew he should have never let the mortals have alcohol in his temple.

With a flash Kurn appeared in front of the drunken man and made a display of him. Kurn's form became a bright golden man with angel's wings made of light but was shrouded by black ash clouds. Kurn engulfed the man in his light and vanished from existence. He dropped the man in Azal where he would fit in just fine with the other alcoholics and then reappeared in his temple. His form was now the short white haired youth he was at Lycaon's meeting as he watched the mortals below him become confused as to what just happened.

Without warning Kurn's loud voice echoed from every corner of the hall down at the mortal group. "Respect is to be had while you all are here. Remember this is my gift to you, treat it as one." With that Kurn turned back to the other gods and smiled. "Sorry about that, resume your past activities."