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Orest

"To every being i create i part some of my magnificence, so that they may stand before their enemies not as brutes, but as divine warriors." -Ulm

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

Description

Name:

Orest

Picture (If applicable):

WIP

Physical description:

A product of Ulm's ingenuity, an immortal being molded by his inspiration.

He is a semi-living construct, formed from a fusion of Ulm's own earthen flesh and metal.

A humanoid the size of a giant, angular in it's proportions and shapes, glistening with shades of chrome grey on his skin.

He resembles more like a walking suit of armor, yet his posture is light and delicate. Runes run across his skin like veins.

Long crimson hair runs across his shoulders.

Race:

A half-titan construct.

Age:
0

Gender:

Genderless

Personality:

He is completely devoid of personality. He is an indirect puppet to Ulm's will.

A shard of Ulm's consciousness.

Skills:

Orest is a gifted, yet not experienced combatant. He specializes in swordfighting.

For a being his size he has impressive muscle control and can perform complex maneuvers at magnificent speed.

Weapons:

Twin adamant shortswords.

Strengths:

He is a being of living metal, the same material from which Ulm's own hammer was created. His flesh is sturdy and as strong as armor.

He proves incredible agility in combat.

He is not affected by temperature.

Weaknesses:

His metallic being is weak to electricity.

Joints are where his metallic skin is the thinnest and therefore weakest.

He is not physically very strong.

Being a shard of consciousness parted from Ulm, he has little capacity for independent thinking. Ulm's mood directly affects his mood, Ulm's intelligence is his intelligence as well.

Goals:

Execution of Ulm's divine will.

So begins...

Orest's Story

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Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Orest
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MEANWHILE, SOMEWHERE IN THE ULMISH MOUNTAINS


The mountain titan Ulm observed as his minuscule servants hauled materials from the Undervaults to a small plateau amidst the rocks. Giants pulled carts of steel and adamant ingots to a pile as Ulm prepared his rigid hands for a ritual of creation. The last time this was performed was at the dawn of time, when Ulm parted the race of Giants from his own being during the course of 100 years. Scholars refer to this event as The Emergence.

This was a different process, however. A living construct of breathing steel, the next step in the evolution of the giant race, an exciting challenge for Ulm, another feat to prove his greatness over the pretenders. A portion of the population had trekked to the plateau to witness this event. Scholars and clerics from across the land had arrived to study this process to further understand how Ulm created an entire race from his own flesh. The last of the materials was finally in place according to Ulm's orders. Steel ingots were placed in a large circle with smaller circles inside spiraling towards the center circle, where the adamant ingots were placed in a ring, facing each other vertically.

And thus, Ulm began his work. He contracted his index fingers forward and pulled the rest of his fingers back. He connected the tips of his index fingers and gently pressed them in the exact center of the ingot pattern, on top of the adamant ingots. As he did the iron ingots in the pattern started liquefying and slowly streaming towards the center where Ulm's titanic fingers only ever so slightly touched the ground. He started pulling the fingers up slowly, and it seemed like they were fused to the liquid form that he was lifting up from the earth.

The metal mass was becoming warmer in tone, slowly. Scribes in the crowd were busy writing down the divine phenomenon before their eyes as the rest stood silent. With gentle movement of his fingers the metallic mass took a shape and form, reminiscent of a giant statue. As the figure took form, Ulm suddenly severed the connection between his fingers and the metal. And then, suddenly the figure came to life. He separated his limbs from each other as muscles started to shape the being. Burning red eyes opened and glared as crimson locks of hair sprouted from his rigid metallic head. He flexed it's body to get a feel for it, as runes started appearing on his skin like veins. He looked down to see two green handles sprouting from his stomach. He grasped them firmly and yanked them, pulling twin swords out of his abdomen.

The being was now complete, and it looked up upon it's creator. Ulm was exhausted, but was satisfied in the result of his creation. He looked the construct in his red eyes spoke with a booming and low voice:

"Behold! You are Orest, a perfected life form born from the mountain! You will be the extent of my will throughout the land, a divine champion! "

Orest looked down upon his body and his hands which held two adamant swords. Then he looked back up.

"To all those who have come to witness Orest, spread word across the land of him. He is the perfect life form, and heathens should tread carefully under his eternal vigil!", Ulm further spoke. He then left to climb back to Giant's Peak, where he would have a long rest.


The crowd now surrounded Orest, who, without speaking a word, started walking to Heimstaed. He knew exactly what he would have to do, first order of business being the acquisition of sheathes for his swords. He didn't really think that much, being a shard of consciousness originating from Ulm didn't leave much room for thought, especially when he was tired out of his mind. His walk was much lighter and controlled than that of Ulm. Perhaps the size was a factor. Either way, his primary mission was to acquire information of what the pretenders were doing. Rumors told that many divine figures were seen in the last days, relatively close to each other. He needed to gather information from across the land for this mission to succeed.

Perhaps some clothes would be needed, too.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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A patrol approached the intrepid party on the borders of Ulm's lands. It consisted of three giants-at-arms and led by the steel-skin giant, Orest. He led the three soldiers through the woods, moving in a lithe manner. The stonewardens had seen a peculiar group of people materialize near the border, proving Ulm's suspicions true. Ulm himself was sitting in his throne, waiting. Orest was sent to intercept this party.

The giants appeared to a clearing on the path, facing the travelers. They almost towered over the trees nearby, standing in a ready pose. Perhaps they were startled, perhaps they tried to fight or run, but either way Orest delivered his line in a sultry, yet monotone and almost echoing voice:

"The All-father demands to know your business here. State your reasons truthfully and ensure co-operation."

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Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Orest
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Enyo's hair stands on its ends and Borne stops dead in his tracks, sizing up the giants and Orest. As he looked over Orest he noted the familiar green sheen from the blades and raised an eyebrow. Impressive. He grins widely as he takes a few steps forward while keeping at a safe distance.

"Compliments to your creator for craftsmanship, you are indeed formidable." He says taking a bow, for once a sense of legitimacy to his tone. "I, Winston Borne, for one am here as a representative of Hazarmaveth, another old one, no ill will is intended towards Ulm or his people."

He continues to scan over Orest, taking mental notes. I wonder what tools were neccesary. He points towards Orest's blades.

"Your swords, is that adamant? Quite a skill Ulm has to craft it so well," He says beginning to trail off into his own interests. "I must admit, I am actually quite interested in the art of creation."

He realized he was starting to get distracted in his own thoughts and shook himself back to the point.

"Would there happen to be more of it? My client too is willing to cooperate, perhaps in reclaiming what is rightfully Ulm's?"

He awaits a response. I wonder if this is the power of first flesh.

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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Orest's expression showed no change. It was probably capable of producing expressions, but it wasn't needed at the moment. Nevertheless Orest heard exactly what he thought he'd hear. He registered the remark at his weapons and made a demonstration of power. He unsheathed his second sword from the left holster, swinging it like it was a part of his body. He struck a swift slash at the air and rested the sword at his side.

The sword was very balanced and thin in structure. It seemed like it was a living organism from the looks of the hilt and the handle, seeing as they were almost fused together in a sleek and organic manner.

Orest then sheathed his glimmering sword and spoke with his trademark monotonous yet sultry voice:

"Hmmm, i see. Come along then, we will escort you to Heimstaed. The All-father is expecting you there."

He raised a metallic brow and looked at the party expectantly.

The setting changes from Ulmish Mountains to Etheria and the Astral Sea

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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Fenris, obliviously, continued to walk straight ahead as the giants approached. His warg's hearing, smell, and general ability to detect huge creatures proved more effective; it stopped and set a paw in the road before Fenris. "...what is it?" He followed its line of sight to the servants of Ulm. If he was distressed by their appearance, it was well hidden.

"The All-father demands to know your business here."

"I have come to sequester his supply of adamant." Fenris saw no reason to lie. "I can't necessarily vouch for the intentions of my companions." The warg had maneuvered beside him, placing Mercutio between them, low to the ground like it was ready to pounce or flee. Fenris put a hand on its back. "If you promise not to harm my companions, I understand I am trespassing and will surrender myself to your custody. I would like to see that you let my friends-Mercutio and Recidiver-return home unharmed, however. While I do not doubt the majesty of Heimsted, I do doubt a semi-aquatic mammal or an overlarge wolf would enjoy the subterranean." He didn't expect to like it very much himself, but he wasn't trying to negotiate for his own comfort.

"Nymeria might be an accomplished swordsman, but she stomps around clad in armor carrying weapons. Fenris? He sacrifices himself immediately for the good of his friends. You may have made a demi-goddess, but Fenris made himself a paragon for selflessness. How much are you willing to bet your daughter wouldn't even stub her toe to save an orphanage, Lycaon?"

The setting changes from Etheria and the Astral Sea to Ulmish Mountains

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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A quizzical expression appeared on Orest's metal face. He eyed at Nymeria and Fenris for a bit and then spoke:

"It wouldn't be very wise to disregard the All-father's wishes, he has invited you all to his court in Heimstaed. This is not a typical occasion to let outsiders inside the Wall of the Covenant and we would not like to question our lord's will."

Orest's face turned back to it's plain expression. His master Ulm does not have patience for frauds, especially at a time like this. He spoke again with a more serious tone, if that is even possible:

"So listen up. Either you comply to our and ultimately His orders and come with us, being treated as guests, or you turn away and never come back. This is your last chance at hospitality from Him. What say you?"

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Kurn, God of Enlightenment
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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."

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Karvana's Champions/Exalted Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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Orest motioned for the party to follow them. Two giants would stay behind them while Orest and the third one take lead. He spoke to the party before embarking:

"You have chosen wisely, come along now. Try to keep up now, the road to Heimstaed is long and perilous, but i'm sure the daughters and sons of "gods" will pull through this task like any other."

Orest finished with speech with a light snigger as he led the travelers on. The road up indeed would be perilous, but not exactly for giants. They would have to climb some of the higher ledges giant pass with ease. Perhaps on the way they can admire the works of craftsmanship left in rock; carvings and entire murals depicting events beyond mortal memory.

Ulm himself was sated with how the events had turned out, seeing as how the joke god Klethi managed to reveal their intentions long before they arrived.

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

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Aeristhatia Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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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...

Characters Present

Character Portrait: Hazarmaveth Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Lycaon Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Klethi Character Portrait: Aeristhatia Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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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."

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

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Character Portrait: Winston Borne Character Portrait: Nymeria Character Portrait: Ulm Character Portrait: Fenris Character Portrait: Orest Character Portrait: Mercutio the Platypus
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He looks at the murals and artwork along the way, interested particularly in ones regarding the origin of the giants.

"You must be proud." Borne says to the giants. "Such history n' all, and always in the presence of the hands that crafted you."

While he was being genuine, there was an ulterior motive for his behavior and one unrelated to the adamant, though he still intended to seize it, and he did not want his comrades to be put in danger. Though somewhat deranged from his isolation, he is at the very least not given to being a backstabber.

"I wonder what it was like," he comments quietly. "Creatin' life."