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Nymeria

"The will of the gods control many things. The wind. The sea. Etheria itself. But they can't control me."

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

Description

Name: Princess Nymeria
Physical description: Lycaon, who hates leaving anything to chance, ensured that his daughter would be perfect for the tasks he had planed for her. To ensure this he gave her inhuman beauty. He gave her eyes as blue as sapphires and hair as yellow as gold. She has a well built body and an inhuman metabolism that would make it extremely difficult to get out of shape.
Race: demigod human
Age: 24
Gender: female
Personality: Nymeria is extremely rebellious and wants nothing to do with her father's wishes. She tends to act impulsively and wants nothing more then a good adventure. She'd hate to admit it but she does share her father's desire to help others and his fierce pride.
Divine parent: Lycaon king of the gods
Back story: Most demigods are made by accident; however, Lycaon rarely acts without planning. He saw the disorder of mankind despite the best efforts of the gods. He tried to guide them on the right course; however, they never seemed to listened like he believed they should. To fix this issue he decided he should create a human with the blood of a god in its veins. This child would be part man and part god. Perhaps humans would rather follow something that looked like them. To achieve this end he fathered Nymeria. He planned out her every feature before he conceived her and planned to make her his champion on Etheria. He gave her courage, wisdom, and his gift of the silver tongue, however, he neglected to consider her own free will.
Skills:
Nymeria is unparalleled among humans as a marksman and swordsman.
Although she doesn't look it, Nymeria is extremely well educated and has a mind that is well built for problem solving and leading others.
She is ambidextrous, capable of fighting with both hands equally.
Nymeria is a gifted hunter capable of tracking most kinds of prey for miles.
Powers:
Lycaon's silver tongue- Nymeria is an extremely eloquent speaker and can talk herself out of most problems.
Body of a god- Nymeria is gifted with a metabolism that causes her bod to stay extremely fit with little regard for a proper diet or sufficient exercise.
Regeneration- Nymeria's body is able to mend most non-mortal wounds faster then a human could. She is able to heal herself from most injuries short of the loss of a limb.
Weapons:
Lycaon's fangs- two twin adamant swords given to her by her father on her 18th birthday.
Windcutter- an elven bow that she found in Belirand's hoard after she slew him.
Notable feats:
The slaying of the dread dragon Belirand
The youngest human to become a thane of the elves
Successfully hunted a fox said to be uncatchable by humans created by the gods to shame mortal hunters.
Reigning drinking champion in over 46 pubs
Strengths:
Inhumanly good fighter, ranger, and hunter
Extremely clever
Lycaon watches out for her
Silver tongue
Weaknesses:
Can't swim
Hubris
Tries to hard to avoid the will of the gods
Goals:
Lycaon's goals for her is for her to help guide and save humanity
Nymeria's goals for herself is to enjoy every moment of life, avoid becoming a puppet of her fathers, and make a name for herself as a great adventurer.

So begins...

Nymeria's Story

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The peacefulness of the 'Flying Fish' was quickly shattered by a young woman dramatically opening the doors and cheers from some of the tavern's occupants in response to her actions. The young woman was clad in leather armor with two swords and a quiver at her waits and a bow at her back..

"All hail the reigning drinking champion." She said about herself as she walked into the tavern. She was small and elegant and didn't look like the type to be a heavy drinker but she was able to put down several with barely any effect on her. After several more drinks and a rather quick fight in which her opponent was still unconscious on the floor the young woman noticed Kurn drinking his tea and left the bar to sit beside him.

"Your new to this place. I've nearer seen you here before but you look familiar, like I've seen you years ago." She looks at the man's face and paused as she looked over his eyes. She sudden to realized who he was and laughed. "I can tell who you are now. Your eyes look to old and wise for the rest of you. Your one of father's men. I'm sorry I've been rude forgot to introduce myself. I'm Nymeia daughter of Lycaon and thane of the high-king of the elves. Do you want me to buy you something a little stronger? What have my father and the rest of the gods been up to?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

Kurn didn't even raise an eyebrow as the daughter of Lycaon made her grand entrance into the tavern."Right on time, as usual." He sat in silence as he observed her own personal style of merriment. To him it was a bit more brash then he would have liked but as long as she was enjoying herself it was no different than any other kind. Then he was noticed by the demigod, which was of course his intention. As she came over to sit by him Kurn let her see his face without question, and she was quick enough to catch his eyes.

Lowering his hood to expose his short white hair and features he smiled at the young woman as she talked up a storm and wanted to buy him a drink. He laughed wholesom and pure at her words, giddy with how mortals thought and worked."Calm down, young one. If I was one such as Klethi I would take those words in a different way. Know you speak to Kurn, and I will leave it at that." Kurn cried a tear of joy and slid it onto his finger only to drop it into his tea. The cup's contents glowed with light and he passed the cup over to Nymeria. "I need no drink, but if you wish to taste the fermented drink of light you may tempt your pallet. Star Tears, we call it; and it has quite the effect on mortals or immortals alike." The divine alcohol was not Kurn's style yet he would offer it freely to Nymeria now.

Clearing his throat Kurn now turned a little more serious."The reason I am here is to warn you of your fathers schemes. He wants you and several others to... acquire something from a certain immortal. I cannot go into detail right at this moment but I have seen where this path might go. I suggest you take this quest seriously and learn to work with others before the end of it." Kurn manifested himself another cup of tea from under the table and sipped it lightly as he waited for Nymeria's responce.

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Nymeria's expression changed and her posture adjusted to be more respectful when she learned she was speaking with Kurn. When she was a young girl her father had taken her to Arkengthan and introduced her to the various gods. She had always liked Kurn. She found the majority of her father's court as either petty, cruel, manipulative, or a combination of. She saw Kurn as different. He wanted to guide mankind but he didn't curse people of find amusement in their suffering.

"I apologize for my rudeness." She said as she tried the Stat Tear. "Wow! I knew my semi-divine body was craving something more than mortal alcohaul. This stuff is amazing." The demigod quickly drank as much forge drink as she could without seeming rude. "It's not suprising father wants me to do some other heroic task. I haven't heard from him about it yet though. I trust your judgement more than father's. Is this something actually worth doing that will actually help people or it is it just another grab at power and glory?"

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Kurn, God of Enlightenment

He laughed lightly at Nymeria's reaction to the Star Tear's. He knew she would enjoy it, and it made the discussion that much easier for both of them to bear. Her interest in the quest was obviously less than enthusiastic and rightly so. Kurn sighed and blushed a little in embarrassment at his part in the quest.

"To be honest, it is partially my fault you were chosen to be apart of Lycaon's ambition. I suggested using hero's instead of ourselves to complete his task. Once you learn what the quest is you will understand why we cannot do this on our own. It is a political conundrum, this quest. Lycaon seems to think he deserves what is at the end of the tunnel, and I admit it would be safer if he did have it. I just don't want to see him start another war because of it."

Kurn usually had well maintained self control, but this time he realized he had said too much already and put his hand to his mouth."Oh, well you did not hear that from me. I must seem silly, spilling my secrets to you like this." He runs his fingers through his hair and laughs a little to dispel the tension in him. Thinking for a moment Kurn spins his fingers through the air as a silver shimmering thread appears wrapped around them. The thread turned out to be a necklace with Kurn's symbol of a sapphire star with a white light that glowed in the center of the jewel."Here, a gift from me to you. Meditate with this in your hands and I will come to you in your mind. If you have ever a need to speak with me don't hesitate to use it."

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Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Vescteseg Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Karvana Character Portrait: Entorios
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#, as written by Taunbon
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.


The Mother
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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?

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As Kurn explained what little he could about Lycaon's plans Nymeria listened eagerly. She had lost most of her respect for her father years ago. He had taken so much time and effort into planning out what she would physically be like and how he'd use her for his plans, yet he didn't even spend a fraction of that time raising her. Her birth killed her mother, a woman Lycaon had no concern for, and he sent her away to have others raise her. She was suprised when Kurn told her that it was his idea and that he wen beieved things would be safer if Lyacon's goals were met. She was also intrigue that her actions could prevent a war that her father likely had saved as a back up plan for her failure. When she was offered te necklace by Kurn she was speechless.

After a few moments she responded by saying, "I don't know what to say. Thank you. I've never received a gift or a blessing from a godmother than my father before. I'm sure this will be useful. It's rather beutiful as well." She then took the necklace and put it aroun her neck. "I honestly don't care what my bloody father says about this quest but if you think it's worth doing I'll trust you. I'm fairly certain that a god of wisdom can't be wrong. I guess I should head out then. If I'm to partake of this quest I need to sober up and get ready. Of I do survive though your going to need to show me how to get more of that Star Tear stuff.

Nymeria cheerfully departed the tavern only to be greeted by a less than welcomed site as she stepped outside. Outside of the tavern there stood a tall, regal man with long silver hair and yellow eyes. He was dressed like a common lord, but she could tell it was Lycaon.

"How long has it been, two years?" Nymeria said to her father.

"I'm sorry but I can't spend my every hour watching you. I have important duties as a king I must fulfill. These past few years have been difficult and there wasn't much I could do." Lycaon said with a hint of sadness in his voice. It was true that Lycaon had fathered her to be a weapon against his enemies and a tool to guide mankind but he did care about her. "I knew we don't see eye to eye, but I have an important job for you that if you fail a lot of innocent people will get hurt."

"The corruption hurts millions of innocents and you don't raise a finge to stop or even slow it." Nymeria said angrily in response. She had every intention of fulfilling his wishes but she wanted to annoy the god-king a little first.

"That's a different matter entirely; however, your success in this endeavor may help me put an end to the corruption eventually. Deep in the Ulmish mountains there lies a vast amount of adamant, the miraculous metal your swords are made of and that not even a god can break. My stores are almost completely depleted and if we can't get more soon not even I will be able to bind a god if they cross the line. The gods are assembling a team of heroes to venture into the mountains and take Ulm's adamant. Even if it means defeating the titan."

Nymeria had to admit that when without Kurn's earlier guidance she would of been tempted to take this task. She may distain her father's plans to make her a saintly hero, however, she did covet glory. Stealing adamant from a titan and perhaps even doing battle with him sounded intriguing. She also had a desire to protect people from suffering, a trait she had inherited from her father.

"Fine. You really don't give me much of an option. I'll join your party of heroes and retrieve the adamant. But remember I'm not doing it for you." As she spoke she couldn't resist the feeling of excitement swelling within her. She loved a good adventure.

Lycaon raised his hand and with a beam of golden light the two ascended into Arkengthan were she would be able to more easily prepare for the trials that lay ahead.
OOC: I'm sorry the post was a little long. I tend to avoid dialogue between my own characters but in this case it was unavoidable.

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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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Fenris's head snapped up. Even if he was (reasonably) afraid for his life, he would show someone speaking him to the respect of eye contact. "I'm not trying to sleep with your daughter," he blurted, defensively. "I swear. But whatever Klethi makes happen..." His face was red. "Not that that's an excuse for adultery or anything, but, you know, I, I-"
Fenris didn't know how much Nymeria heard before she spoke. He was startled, and did little to hide it. "...I'm Fenris." He answered simply. Her list of titles was much more impressive than his. "S-some people call me lucky. B-but not because I like to get lucky!"

Klethi literally rolled on the floor giggling, which was an uncommon sight in the Corruption.

"I'm awfully sorry can I please get a second chance? I mean, I know Klethi is who you ask for second chances, but-not that I'm questioning your own abilities, Lycaon. Uh, sir? I-I don't know how to address you." And suddenly someone else was addressing him, and adorning him in a flower wreath. His skin crawled and he sneezed violently. "Oh please! That's not a very nice way to kill someone." He struggled through a clogged nose; he was deathly allergic to the particular flowers in the wreath. It wasn't clear whether he took his melodramatism from Klethi or didn't know the wreath had changed, but he sneezed again and pulled it off. "It's not that I'm ungrateful for..." He stared at the necklace, clearly confused. "...this is very pretty." But he sneezed and dropped it and wiped something gross with the back of his hand.

Klethi cackled. If she was mortal she would have asphyxiated from laughter. "Why did I make an elf allergic to flowers? It's so cruel, and so hilarious!" She struggled to control herself. "Oh my... Vescteseg! I'm not here to laugh. Where are you?"

Fenris had never been more out of his element. His god wanted him to be gay and he made himself look like an ass in front of three others. Worse the murder-pile of a god's daughter that was Nymeria probably thought he was some kind of sex-fiend. He didn't know which of those issues to address first. Kurn had turned into a ball of light and floated away, so he would deal with that last; "M-Ms. Nymeria, your reputation precedes you. I watched many people lose their homes after your defeat of Belirand." He wasn't aware that in other parts of the world life and death weren't given odds. That probably sounded terrible. "But you may be mistaken; I am an elf. Lycaon isn't the god-king of my people. He's the god-king of your people. You must have me confused with another demi-god." Of course, he had no idea how pompous that sounded; he intended only to be factual. "But I am pleased to make your acquaintance." He looked again at Lycaon. "Will she be accompanying us? I am glad to have her. T-to be with her, I mean. No, glad to be beside her. In history, not physically." Alarmed, his eyes went back to her. "N-not that being near you physically is bad either. It's not, like, the best thing ever, b-but it's not... I..." He shook his head. "I'm so sorry. I don't talk to people very much. Not that I'm calling you a person, Lycaon! You're clearly a very big, very powerful, very... more-than-person thing." Not a god, but more than a person. "A-and you're half of that, Ms. Nymeria. A-and not a bad half!"

Klethi almost felt bad for him. Mentally she adjusted the odds on the notice board in Azal greatly in favor of him sleeping with the demi-god within the month. Ladies love a comedic idiot. Just don't sneeze on her again. I can't wait to see how he fucks up meeting a platypus.

Fenris stepped away from Lycaon and his daughter. "...y-you have a very lovely throne room." That compliment couldn't hurt, could it? "I doubt many mortals get to stand here and boast about atheism, amiright?" He joked with a weak chuckle. He hadn't been smote yet. Was that a good sign? Or was he going to be buried in flowers to sneeze himself into the grave? His face slowly returned to its normal color. "I'm very happy to meet you all."

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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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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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"L-lycaon, thank you very much." Fenris took the lute from the servant slowly, like it might metamorphize into a snake at any moment. He pulled at each string once with his index finger. "...it can be any instrument? Can it be multiple at once?" He could orchestrate an entire band. Hopefully a sufficient performance would make Klethi forget about his seduction sidequest.
"Liquor?" Fenris asked Nymeria. In Azal it was still morning. Regardless, "I don't like alcohol. If a milk or fruit juice can be substituted, I would be much obliged. I mean, I'm obliged at all to be welcome in Lycaon's great hall. But I do not wish to partake in quaffing from the chalice of inebriation. But I a appreciate the offer, thank you."
And there was a platypus. That could talk. And it had better manners than him? Well excuse me Ms. Nymeria, but he wasn't given an introduction by the goddess of awkward situations. "Are you Aeristhatia's champion?" He disregarded the goddess herself entirely; she didn't receive the same difference Hazarmaveth did. "I am Fenris. It is... a rarity to make your acquaintance. "If I may, noble platypode, may I suggest you refrain from using terms like 'robust' to describe women. It is my belief they prefer affections like 'perky.'"

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Necessary divine training montage music- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lYlkYkHkZxs
As the week before the quest went on our band of heroes prepared themselves for the journey ahead. Nymeria spent hours practicing her swordplay and archery and the others prepared themselves in their own respective ways. As time went on Nymeria's disdain of Fenris from his earlier advances slightly decreased as she grew used to the awkward elf along with the rest of her companions. As they prepared many of the various gods visited them to observe the various champions and take bets on whether or not the heroes would be able to survive their journey.

When the day of the quest finally began Lycaon called forth Borne, Nymeria, Fenris, Mercutio, Enyo, and Feroun into the great hall. The heroes stood before the god-king as he gave them his blessing for their journey. Lycaon had taken his most regal form as a handsome young man in his 30s with his silver hair, six wings, and kingly raiments.

"You may all have various opinions of the gods, myself, and my court; however, I do appreciate your decision to embark on this hazardous journey. Relations among the gods aren't going as well as they appear to you mortals and I fear if you do not acquire this adamant than I won't be able to stop the inevitable war or myself. I have watched you all over the past few weeks and beleive that you are among the best heroes the mortal world has to offer. Borne, you are a survivor capable of cheating death more than any other human being in history. Mercutio, you are freak of nature among freaks of nature; however, in being a sentient duck beaver thing you aren't what anyone would expect to be a hero and are therefore extremely useful. Fenris, you don't give yourself credit for what you can do and can be but I'm sure you can learn on the road ahead. Nymeria, your my own daughter and I know that you are both strong and clever, but do not let your pride and temper be your downfall as I fear the same traits in myself will inevitably bring mine. Before you go I have one last gift for you."

As he finished speaking a door opened in the side of the room and three wolves ran in to the center of the room obediently. The god king lifted his right hand and yellow beams of light flew from his hands and went into the three wolves causing them to fall to the ground and begin glowing and transforming before the heroes eyes. As the change went on the light grew until it formed a massive beam that shot strait through the floor and back into Etheria to create more of these new creatures. The glowing subsided and where the wolves once stood were now creatures that looked like giant wolves but with bodies better built for speed, endurance and riding.

"You have just witnessed a miracle at work. Something few mortals ever get to see. The birth of a new semi-intelligent race. These wargs will serve you as mounts. They have near human intelligence and are capable of understanding human speech though they cannot speak themselves. They will serve you well on your journey." as he finished speaking a silver light emanated from him until it filled the entire room and as soon as it subsided the heroes were on the outskirts of the Ulmish mountains with their wargs fully saddled and loaded with supplies.

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(bah, sorry, burned out)

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In the weeks Borne had spent much of his time to himself, and surprisingly kept relatively sober. When he wasn't trying to keep his skills sharp he was carving a piece of wood with his nail, talking to his ferret, and looking into a jar of black liquid. What interactions he did with the others were brief and at times awkward, but he tried to be more courteous than he was before. With the platypus he kept mentioning that Enyo is a talking animal too and that it was nice for her to no longer be the only one, likely to even Mercutio's confusion. It grew clear that he had very little interactions with other people, having hinted he essentially been raised by Hazarmaveth after his mother's death, some of it showed more but he remained relatively crude, sleeping wherever he felt tired not too unlike an animal.

At the time of the gathering he had taken his cloak and worn it specifically over his missing arm. It was clear from the weight that it was converted in order to hold his various instruments including knives and self-made devices, knowing well he'd need quite a few.

He squinted quite a bit in front of Lycaon, all the bright light was a bit much for him, in between each flash trying to make some he had tried to pose a question, then soon found himself atop a warg and not far from the Ulmish mountain border.

"Well," Borne groaned. "At least we are done zapping about... I think."

Enyo squirms in the pack on his back. As usual he acts as if this means something more than being restless.

"Huh? What? Yeah, did we happen to have a... plan?"