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Pantheon: Whims of the Gods

Etheria and the Astral Sea

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a part of Pantheon: Whims of the Gods, by Lord Valerian.

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Lord Valerian holds sovereignty over Etheria and the Astral Sea, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Etheria and the Astral Sea is a part of Pantheon: Whims of the Gods.

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Lycaon [38] "What fools these mortals be. Where would they be without their gods? And where would the gods themselves be without order to guide their action?
Klethi [31] "The show must go on!"

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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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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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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?

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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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Klethi watched Ulm leave with disappointment. She had hoped for a more exciting display (whether it be anger or fear), but the seeds were set. I couldn't very well make it easy for Fenris and the would-be 'heroes' who hope to accompany him. She regarded Vescteseg for a brief moment. "We still have much to plot, but I have other events to influence in the mean time." And, like Ulm, she was gone.

Azal was frantic with activity. Well, it always was, but there had been thirteen changes of mayor and two changes of viscount and an entirely new office had been created to settle a bet that was entirely staffed by frogs. Her citizens were glad to see her (even the one's that she had acted against), but most were too busy to do anything about her arrival. She moved through the chaotic streets, controlling her vanity well enough to appear as a normal human (albeit dressed far more extravagantly than the average). She crossed through the city center, pausing long enough to read the holy board (which was pointless, as she was always aware of whatever was written on it; it was how the citizens forced each other to pay their losses) before entering the section of the city that catered to betting on sports. It had many funny juxtapositions (the dog fighting den was next to the chess hall, for example), but she wasn't here for amusement. It had the majority of Azal's eldest citizens, who most often prayed to Klethi to overcome disease ("Please, don't let me be the forty-seven percent of citizens who will die of tetanus this year") or misfortune. That made it the easiest place to find Fenris, the intermediary they made their prayers known to.
He was an octogenarian himself, but by Elf standards that hardly made him old. He was average looking; whatever genes he inherited from his parents made him no more attractive than the regular human. He was also short and spriggy. But he was good at math, caring, genuine, and Klethi pitied him.
"Fenris!" She roared after quietly walking right up behind him. The elf fumbled, throwing a notebook and a pen down. "How have the odds favored you today?"
"...w-well. Until now." He turned around with a less-than-pleased expression. "The woman in that house wants the woman in that house to give birth to a three-legged child."
"It is done."
"What? No. I don't want that. It's terrible. Why would you ask that to happen to someone?" But Klethi waved her hand; when she said "it was done" it was. "Don't worry about it. Some people are terrible. Speaking of which, walk with me." She walked past him; he stopped to collect his things before following. "...while you're in a 'generous' mood, there are some things that I do want to ask you about." He tapped the book. "These are all of today's requests."
"I'll look at them later. There are more pressing matters than a successful harvest right now." Klethi took alleys and found a dark place like she was trying to avoid being overheard. In reality she'd put them under the windows of known town gossips. "You don't like Ulm very much, do you?"
"I've never met him." Klethi crossed her arms; he knew that wasn't what she meant. "But no, I don't think I do."
"How would you like to kill him?"
"What?!" Fenris shook his head. "That's ridiculous. You know I've forsworn violence."
"Yes I do. And as disappointing as that answer is, I know you're an elf of your word and that's exactly why you've been volunteered to sneak into Ulm's home and steal his supply of adamant."
Fenris opened his mouth, then closed it. He categorized his complaints and reservations. "...by myself?"
"You will be accompanied by a platypus."
"A... platypus. A platypus and I are going to sneak past a giant in his own house?"
"Well," Klethi replied impatiently, "You'll also have a one-armed friend and Lycaon's daughter. And I don't know who else is being sent. But I'm willing to bet that Platypus is going to be the more valuable companion."
"...right." Fenris was, clearly, unconvinced. "And how am I going to transport a heavy, dense metal en masse from underground to anywhere?"
"I'm confidant you'll figure out the details as you need to."
"Klethi, with all due respect, I think you've confused me with someone that can actually do that."
"I know you can't do it. That's why it will be so exciting when you do. And if you fail Vescteseg will turn you into an Alfar and you'll spend eternity serving the forces of Corruption."
"What? That's-"
And he was in the God-King's hall. Fenris looked at Lycaon, but he either didn't recognize him or didn't care. "That is hardly fair."
"Are you questioning me, Fenris?"
"Yes. Yes I am. This is insane. You should have an army of demi-gods doing this."
"...what if I told you that I've been keeping your world-shattering powers a secret for eighty-nine years and you're actually the most powerful warrior ever known?"
"I'd call you a bloody liar."
Klethi smiled. "Good luck." She turned away-
"...are you just going to leave me here?"
"Well the party is supposed to disembark in a week."
"What am I going to do here for a week?"
Klethi shrugged. "Try not to annoy Lycaon. He wasn't a fan of the last mortal I left in here."

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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.

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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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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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As the heroes materialized on the boarder of Ulm's lands Nymeria stretched out her arms. She hated living in Arknghtan were her father was in control, but here in the wilderness there were no masters and servants, just a vast wilderness perfect for adventures.

"Gotta love divine teleportation." she said cheerfully. "I was only about four when I had the fortune of experiencing it for the first time." When she heard Fenris's complaint regarding riding she responded by saying, "I don't think you have much of a choice but ride Fenris my perverted friend. The mountains of the giants is too dangerous to stay in one place for too long and we'll cover more ground on these magnificent beasts than on foot. Anyway it looks like this one likes you and it would be a shame to hurt her feelings." as the demigoddess spoke she mounted her own warg.

"Of course we've got a plan." she then said to Borne. "We ride into the mountains, retrieve the adamant before Ulm notices, and kill anything that dares get in our way."

The young woman's excitement was quickly drained when she saw Serena and the Mother's champion enter the portal. Nymeria had little love for goblins. They had killed several of her former comrades in battle and she had sent a good few dozen of their number to join her fallen allies. She had to admit that she did like the spider creature though. She wondered if she were to ask nice enough if she could try riding it or if she could get it when its master was killed on their quest.

Nymeria was surprised that Karvana also showed interest in Borne; perhaps, he would be a far more useful companion than she thought. After Borne and the newcomer had finished speaking she rode over to Skarruk and offered him her hand.

"I'm Nymeria. Daughter of Lycaon, Thane of the Elven high-kin, slayer of the dread dragon Belirand, and champion of the god-king Lycaon. I am glad to meet you and hope your spear will be of use to our party."

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Fenris felt his cheeks grow hot when Nymeria called him a pervert, but he chose not to even look at her until she said the worg liked him. "...how can you tell?" He looked at the creature, which minutes ago didn't even exist. Or did it? Just as a normal animal. There went the "gods" meddling in life exactly like they shouldn't.
Fenris approached the animal and spoke quietly with his back to his companions. "Hello. My name is Fenris. I hope you don't mind, but I think I'm going to have to ride you. I'll try not to be heavy."
Fenris recognized the language Borne spoke in but didn't understand the words. He placed a tentative hand on the wolf-mount's neck before half-turning back to the rest of the party. He had the most neutral response to the appearance of the goblin. "...hello." Goblinoids were the lowest tier in Azal society; as a species they were regarded as slow, and their failure to grasp arithmetic or literacy made them easy to dupe and swindle. Azal had no laws against tricking a less intelligent gambler. But Fenris didn't judge people by their ability to judge outcomes, and most of his experiences with goblins made him more pitiful than distasteful. "I am Fenris." He did not have any desire to make introductions. He had much desire to get this done quickly. "Mercutio, would you like to share my saddle? Or I can empty one of these saddlebags, and we can travel akimbo." He played with buttons and rifled through the contents of the bags on his side of the worg. "This one carries only food, and is a perfect size for you. Unless you prefer more room. Mount, I do not know your name. If we shared a language I would ask it. In case somehow you do understand me, that platypus is Mercutio." He pointed. "Would you mind if he accompanied me?" Fenris may have looked silly talking at the creature, but he regarded it seriously, taken great concern in receiving some sign of consent.

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Mercutio Looked warily at the goblins, hiding his discontent behing dignity. "Salutations, dear friends. I am said to weigh no more than a loaf of bread, so do not fear for your strength!" He took a flourishing bow and waddled over to Nymeria. Remembering Fenris's advice on terms of endearment, he attempted some light conversation. "My dear gal, Fenris would like to inform you that he thinks you are very porky! Although I am not very familiar with terms of endearment, I believe that to be very kind indeed, and so I do say I must agree. You are very porky, my dear! " He patted her leg, (as it was all he could reach,) and walked away back to Fenris and the goblins, smiling with glee. "I can ride however you may need me to, Fenny!" He enjoyed the feeling of giving one a "nickname" as it made him feel closer to his Fenris's level of intelligence. "I can even take the reins If you need me to! However, I would be most comfortable in one of your wolf-pouches, as well as anywhere else." All things considered, Mercutio was quite timid around the beast, but felt somewhat safe around Fenris.

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Skarruk's black eyes jumped from person to person, trying to measure them as he evaluated their gear and potential valuables in the back of his mind. His nose was assaulted by the new scents and smells that were almost overpowering from the mangy smell of the over-sized wolves, the smell of human's, dew from the planets, to the atrocious stench of an elf that nearly made him gag as his stomach rolled threatening to spill his earlier meal over the side of Shebaba.

His gaze snapped to the human male... thing. His nose said it was human but also something else. The missing arm would, normally, point at a weakling and perspective target, but considering the size of the group, Skarruk wasn't sure he wanted to pursue such a thing just yet. If he looked closer, he may have been able to pick out the differences between his face and the human female's face, but they all looked just as alien and hideous as the other to make such an action, especially at the time, not a notion that passed his mind.

His body jerked in the saddle when the human spoke in broken Gou'Toki, Skarruk only had a very rough understanding of the 'common' tongue and did not expect another to be able to speak the tongue of his kind. Even though it was... terribly done, broken with an atrocious accent, it was better then when the Herald spoke as her lack of... anything in her voice had been incredibly disconcerting. Skarruk had no idea who this 'Klethi' was, and he had no idea why the human man, Borne, thought he would want to get closer to the foul smelling elf. Even now, the stench was assaulting his nose, how they could stand to be around such creatures surprised and amazed him, he had heard tell of cowardly, weak goblins that were exiled from their tribes and made way down to the realms of the weaklings and had learned to overcome the stench of the elven kind, but Skarruk could not fathom how that was possible.

Movement snapped his attention to the human female, the one who radiated danger and sent his instincts screaming to flee, she grew closer, and his grip on his spear tightened when she held out her hand to him and started to talk. He had no idea what some of the words were like 'thane' or that it seemed this 'Lycaon' was some sort of deity to her. But he did understand the word Dragon. She had killed a dragon? His first thought was she was lying, obviously, but his instincts told him it was true. If she wasn't so hideous as the rest of her kind, he may have been able to tell what she was saying, but their facial expressions were as alien as they were bizarre.

His black eyes fell to her hand... what did she want? Skarruk had no idea why her hand was just sticking out to him like that... Did... Did she want tribute?! That had to be it! Why else would she show weakness by extending an empty hand to him unless it was in confidence of her victory and the demand of tribute for his life!? He almost struck out at her hand, but if he did, he would die. If not from her, then from the wolves. Growling, he bent down to reach in one of the satchels that hung from Shebaba and removed a small, black obsidian stone and pressed it into her hand, his heart breaking at having to give up even one of his valuables.

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Fenris didn't think he smelled bad.
But Fenris didn't think about himself very often. He stooped to collect the little Mercutio and, holding him in one arm, blindly emptied one of the saddlebags. Perishable foods fell to the ground, ignored while Fenris gently set the platypus into the saddle bag. The whole time he watched the warg, who had lowered his head and showed no sign of offense at the elf's actions. He slowly reached out and set a hand against its fur. "Mercutio, while I appreciate your confidence, I am not who you should try to learn your social niceties from. I have not met many women who like to be compared to swine."

Klethi watched the elf's actions with a cross of emotions. She was moved by his concerned for other creatures (something she never understood), but annoyed that he did not rise to Nymeria's insult. I should have made him more racist, she thought. I was hoping they'd be at each other's throats already. She was still in Lycaon's throne room, watching the proceedings. "Your young Argonaut is quite shapely, isn't she?" There was no harm in banter. "I've been told you designed her yourself. Kind of weird, wanting your daughter to look like that. Were you afraid the whole adventuring shtick wouldn't work out and she'd have to fall back on whoring? I'm sure there's plenty of brothels with clientele that would love making quasi-gods. 'I am Nymeria, slayer of Belirand. Want to have sex?' Can't say there's many more appealing offers than that." While it was her fullest attention to mock Lycaon, her tone was uncharacteristically neutral; she was too focused on Fenris for effort. "You know, she actually looks quite a bit like one of the girls in Azal. I don't remember her name, but she's known for miles around for this thing she does with her legs..."

Fenris grabbed the saddle and was about to hoist himself up when the buckles snapped. The saddlebags remained where they were but the seat slid right off. "...that's unfortunate." He stood there, holding the saddle in one hand, looking like a child who was waiting for his adult to fix the situation. "I believe, Ms. Nymeria, that despite your wishes I will be walking after all." The thought of riding bareback didn't even cross his mind as he discarded the seat. "Sorry."

Klethi finished an overgraphic description that a more prude god might have cringed at. "...but that's all for naught; I'm sure she'll be questing until she's old and gray and bending over breaks more bones than could get put in her." The goddess shrugged. "It looks like introductions are finally over. Your daughter's kind of a bitch, though."

Fenris wasn't perturbed by how quickly he ran afoul poor luck. It was a fact of life he had learned to accept and ignore. "...will we be going now, then? I assume our respective patrons would like to see this done quickly. Not that I'm rushing anyone."

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Nymeria was surprised when the goblin riding the massive spider offered her his stone of obsidian. "I'm really not sure what to say. Thank you." she said slightly flattered to the goblin. She wondered if he wanted a gift back and she searched her pockets for something of equal value. She found her bag of silver coins and took several out. She knew goblins didn't use her kind of money but that they would find silver valuable and a suitable gift. She put several of the coins in the goblins hand as a response to the stone. Perhaps her first assumptions regarding the goblin were wrong.

Her thoughts were soon interrupted by Mercutio greeting her and describing her as porky. She had never been called that in her life. The demi-goddess knew it wasn't the platypus's fault and instead directed her anger towards Fenris. "My dear amphibious friend, you should never call a woman porky." she said to Mercutio. "Go over and tell Fenris that if he says anything like that again then he will become very intimate with my swords." she was relatively annoyed at the elf's decision to walk but at this point she didn't care as long as he was willing to keep up. He'd be riding soon enough.

"I like Borne's idea. It'll be getting dark soon and I want to cover as much ground as possible."



Far away back in Akgnthan Lcaon patiently listened to Klethi's comments as he watched the heroes. He was tired and couldn't wait to see this whole adamant business be finished with but at the same time he had to admit he was interested at watching how his daughter did. "Klethi my dear there is far more to Nymeria and her allies then meets the eye. Its true that she is a bit of a bitch, I think she gets that from me, but her heart is in the right place and when worst comes to worse she will gladly lay down her life to help her companions. Even your Fenris. Now come with me. I'm tired of this place and I have heard that Kurn is watching the quest at his temple with a wide variety of gods and mortals. He has this thing called popcorn that I would love to try."

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Skarruk watched the human woman, Nymeria, with trepidation to see if his tribute would be accepted or not, and to his relief and pain, it was deemed acceptable. To his surprise, she dug into a pouch, one he took special note of and would keep note to look for any such bags on the others, and produced several silver coins. He had heard the other races use such coins as payment, he had found a few himself left behind by adventurers or taken on raids, of course, the goblins preferred the superior way of bartering, or stealing, for goods.

His black eyes rested on the coins in her outstretched hands. A trade? Was that what she wanted? Had she been trying to measure his worth by seeing what he could offer then providing a trade afterwords? If so, he approved. This, Nymeria, had a lick of goblin sense. Reaching out, he took the coins and placed them in one of the numerous satchels, "Good trade," Skarruk said, his squeaky voice rang out with a nod of confirmation along with it.

'Ulm' yet another name he did not know, but the others seemed to. Was he supposed to know who, or what, that was? It seemed that was where they had to go, to this 'Ulm'. Skarruk wasn't sure what they were doing, but if these people were going, this... 'Ulm' had to have valuables worth taking.

"Shebaba," Skarruk said, tapping the spider lightly on the flank. Shebaba chittered in response, her large fangs rubbing together to produce the unique T'sukan Spider sound. His body rode with the odd movements and motions of the large spider as it approached a nearby tree and scaled up its rough surface as simply as one might take a stroll along the road. It came to rest on one of the large bottom branch, while the branch bent from the weight, it made very little sound and no leaves were dislodged from the 'light' step of the spider.

He had taken the high ground not only because it was safer, the leaves above provided him more shade from the harsh sun, and it got him a bit further from the new found smells, some of which which were going to be hard to get used to. When they moved, he would have shebaba jump from tree to tree to keep pace.

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"Well, I didn't want to be the first one to say it," Klethi teased with a smile. "But I think she gets it from you, too. With all due respect, of course. Anyway, are you inviting me as a guest to another god's function? While I'd never turn down a date, I must warn you that you will be responsible for my actions. And my actions are often quite liberal. We may adjourn if you would like to try this 'popcorn' invention. It sounds ghastly, though; what would corn be popped for? Wouldn't that just make a mess?" Now she was quite interested. "Perhaps I will learn its secrets, and Fenris will find himself without suitable vegetables for the duration of his journey."

Fenris watched the exchange. He kept no money on his person (in fact his only possession besides his clothes was the magical instrument). "...is it customary to exchange gifts?" He wouldn't be the first to challenge tradition; he slid what then was a lute from his pocket, but the goblin had mounted his spider and bounded away. "...we will trade later, then?" He held it up to Nymeria. "Or would you like it? Your father gave it to me." Was I supposed to give him something back? I didn't offend him, did I? He was, once again, lost, misunderstanding and over-analyzing social ques.
"I have no intentions of calling you porky," Fenris blurted in an attempt to change subjects. "I don't think you look like a pig at all. Except for obvious mammalian qualities, like hair and lack of fur, of course. Right. We should be going, then." He turned back to the warg. Obviously it couldn't communicate in a language recognized by any of Fenris' companions, but it shifted in such a way that gave him pause. His brows came together for a moment, then parted in understanding, and he spoke a language that was near elvish but rolled with growls and purrs. They two communicated (albeit awkwardly) while everyone else was no doubt waiting impatiently to get started.
"...then I shall all you D'artangion!" The declaration clearly wasn't received well; the warg shook its head. "You're right, that name is silly. Perhaps Recidiver? Then that shall be your spoken name." It was difficult to approximate a language with no spoken qualities to one the rest of the party could use. "Let us be off, then, Recidiver. Mercutio. I will go first." Without waiting for confirmation, he started walking.