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Terces

Terces

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"This will be a war of Influence, a war of Violence, a war for Terces itself!"

1,807 readers have visited Terces since Symphony created it.

Introduction



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:: Welcome to Terces ::

This secret to the outside world is currently an unformed land, sparsely populated by the unintelligent natives. These 'natives' are ruled by two gods. Endrykas the god of Creation and Neviru the goddess of Destruction. However, these gods, much more intelligent than the people they rule over, have grown bored and have started seeking others - more suited to their interests. They have plucked people from their journey to the afterlife and dropped them into their world. The Gods have chosen these people for their skills, their bravery or for mere entertainment. Forced within Terces, the people will be put into obstacles by the God's hands which will put them in the path of others ambitions. This will be a war, a war of Influence, of Violence, a war for Terces itself.


:: Important Information + Links ::
This roleplay will be mostly chat-based, with a minimum post size of 2 paragraphs. Yes, we do like you to be literate, and fluffing your posts will be a must! (Fluffing is a term we use not for unneeded excess, but for a lengthy post that is full in nature. Something enjoyable to read.) The roleplay will take place in a medieval time where there will be no forms of technology. The gods will be able to take any form they wish, to further help the roleplay move along. This roleplay will include blood and gore. Those who are faint of heart are not suggested to take part in this roleplay. We will abide by the Roleplay Gateway rules, and all intimate scenes will not happen on chat, but can be taken to PM's if it must occur.
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:: Character Skeleton ::
This is what is expected of you. You can add on more, jazz it up a bit, make it your own! Oh, and we love pictures as long as you make sure to give credit to the original owner!
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[b]Name[/b]: [i]Full name here[/i].
[b]Alias[/b]: [i]Nick-names?[/i]
[b]Gender[/b]: [i]Male or female?[/i]
[b]Age[/b]: [i]Age here[/i]
[b]Species[/b]: [i]Your species can be anything you want it to be! As long as it is not god-like.[/i]
[b]Description[/b]: [i]At least three sentences.[/i]
[b]Personality[/b]: [i]At least three sentences.[/i]
[b]History[/b]: [i]Not required.[/i]

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:: Rules::

❖ No auto-hitting or god-modding. Though the God's in this roleplay may seem like they are god-modding, it is only for the best. After all, they are Gods.
❖ No text-talk. (Ex: txt, bck, ijs, tlk, l8)
❖ Treat others as you would like to be treated. Yes, we don't expect to you to be all-knowing and mature all the time.. But some respect would be nice!
❖ While magic is allowed, as is any species that is semi-human based, don't make them over-powered unless you have a good reason for it. C:
❖ Every post must take into consideration the 2-paragraph minimum. While we all have those off days where you just can't find your muse, please try and stick to this as much as possible.
Anyone can become the King, or Queen of Terces. How you present your character and yourself will decide who the God's favor the most and help on their journey.
❖ To be edited as seen fit by the GM and Co-Gms whom are : Symphony and Raize.

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Character Portrait: Ren Kamakt
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#, as written by Prose
Attention had expanded to all that was going on around Ren. She noted the others. She noted the 'Gods'. Every detail was taken into perfect account.

There she now stood while the others had awoken or made themselves known with arms crossed beneath her chest and with that singular eye closed. Ren was controlled and disciplined—every single ounce of her body trained to act accordingly and stoic. Not a single reaction had been milked from the assassin and it would remain as thus until there came the catalyst for change.

Ren was an idol to the people of her lands. She had come to know the Gods and had battled the Gods themselves and thought nothing of them. These two here were nothing to Ren. Not Endrykas. Not Niveru. The Canthan woman was the neutral party and merely stood waiting to learn of this place and why she had come here. Be it an Afterlife, it was still life and she was living—breathing and with heart beating was she not?

Ren cared for nothing transpiring.

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Character Portrait: Dorran Rahmni
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#, as written by Shpleem
The desert dweller's hard seemingly emotionless eyes lifted to the sky as sounds of a storm passed nearby, barely catching a glimpse of a large bird. Well it seemed the one who had greeted them wasn't the only being with power in the realm, as long as the god didn't meddle in his affairs and his want for a simpler second life he didn't see a proble. Even if he did there wasn't much he could do against celestial beings. He stepped down of the rook he had been using as a support for hanging one of the walls of his shelter. Afterwhich he turned to Desalrik, seeing his Bonded to be agitated by the bird's passing.

The drake was indeed agitated, something about the bird and its storm had not sat well with him. Desalrik was more in tune with the unseen than his human partner, feeling things the man didn't and he showed reverance to Endrykas, the being's presence had softened the ancestral blood lust that afflicted him. To never lose himself to the primal rage, to live a life in peace, it was his greatest wish, one that unfullfilled had cost him the one he pined for as his mate.

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Character Portrait: Sir Reinhart the True
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Body still trembling, he crawled to his feet, staring in awe at the sight of his woundless body, and his life filled limbs. Only a moment before had he been lying on the ground, before the palace gates, breathing the last breath of life, eyes closing forever. And here he was, standing in the middle of a green field. Looking around he saw others, much unlike himself, and yet here as well, all looked rather confused to be where they were. He was not alone in this land of confusion.

The voice of Endrykas washed over him like a waterfall of pure, clean water, cleansing his thoughts of anything that would have been dark, or impure. Despite the other being, all of Reinhart's attention was completely focused on the ever changing figure of Endrykas. The voice commanded his very attention, and before he even knew what was going on, he was kneeling, sword drawn, and pointed into the ground before the godly figure, bowing his head in shame, for he knew that to be in the presence of such wonder, was a blessing.

Before Endrykas, that figure of wonderment and pure, would be where he would remain.

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#, as written by Jehanne
Eirem took a step backwards as the creature decended, astonished by the echoing voice of the holy figure. Though his voice filled her with hope, even though she was scared for her tribe, scared as to how she had ended up in such a place as this. Terces, was it? Was this heaven? Why would she be there? Her brows furrowed together as she pondered this, but she was cut short as, breaking though the heavens, the roc descended. Her single fang came out of rest in her soft palette and her forked tounge trilled on the hollow tooth, producing a rattle. It was not as of threatening fear or insolence than it was of awe-inspired fear in respect. This being, regardless of it's origins was clearly on the same plains at the beforementioned holy one.

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#, as written by Jehanne
However, once the holy creature finished speaking, she turned back toward it, her head tilting off to the side in the slightest as she watched its movements. Each of them demanded respect, but which was the right one to choose?

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#, as written by LeBeau
tilted his head a bit as the 'gods' appeared. He looked from one to another, slight interest in his face as he examined them, smirking curiously. He spied the others, each has seemingly chose one of them to pay attention to. He raised his brow as he spotted H'taed. He was much more interested in this man then any of the gods, he watched him as the attention of others was drawn in by the gods.

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#, as written by LeBeau
He let his hand lazily slip off of his sword as he took slow steps towards the being, stopping a few feet short of the creature with another tilt of the head. He didn't say much, simply watching the thing, hoping it would acknowledge his presence, at least a little bit.

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Character Portrait: Neviru
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#, as written by Raize
Neviru grinned at this, though really, Roc's cannot grin with their large and sharp beaks. She cawed with laughter, though it should have sounded disruptive, it sounded possitively beautiful, a rapturous cacaphony of beautiful strands of breaking violin strings. So melancholy, and so terrifying. She shuddered once as she watched the clouds shrink slowly, as though retracting on themselves. She grew slightly angry at this. Those roiling clouds had been part of her damn entrance! Oh well, she would still make this as enjoyable as possible.

Ever so slowly, the feathers began to molt off of the Roc's large form, the frame of the Roc's skeleton itself slowly shrinking. Everything seemed to be disappearing in thin air.. The feathers sizzled, slowly turning to nauseating black sludge, burning the grass lands slowly with a hiss of air. Blue smoke billowed from the ground at golden clad sandaled feet. The Roc was no longer a Roc, but a goddess to behold.

"My my, this is quite the party!" She purred softly, approaching the group as fast as her sandaled feet would allow her, she was pushing the God's buttons to be sure. But deities could not destroy one another. It was the sacred law, and Endrykas would keep it. But her heart, --her human heart-- began to pound faster as she saw the male in all his glory, she did not flush, her chalky pale skin was still as white as ice, and just as cold. She tossed back her raucious inky locks, the grin on her face becoming a smirk as she eyed the male coolly.

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The others were nothing to her, especially the pompous who had the audacity to simply glance her way. Neviru did not care for uncaring people such as those who did such. "I suppose this means the games have begun.." She mused aloud, a single delicate eyebrow, as black as night arched in question. She had nothing more to say. Though she could have said much much more.. She noticed only one being in particular that may or may not catch her eye again..

Bugs, cockroaches.. Neviru's lip curled upwards, though in disgust, or in curiousity it was not apparent. She did wonder why Endrykas and she had picked that one, though he did leave nothing to be desired. She wouldn't approach him now. Her gaze shifted back to Endrykas, also curious to see his reaction to her little show she put on. She didn't usually act this cordial, and she was only one foot away from him. Hm...He would probably bust a lug nut. She laughed at this, the sound echoing softly. She turned to the entity of creepycrawlies, repressing a slight shudder. Nodding at him once, she let herself go, watching him with those glittering intelligent eyes that the Roc had had, the only identical thing they had both mirrored. She then left, not saying a word, back towards her own country..

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Endrykas looked down as the knight knelt, digging his blade into his the ground before him and bending his head down in respect. A follower. The thought enticed the celestial being as the smile slowly faded, nodding his head to the knight. Felia had her eyes trained on him, seemingly astounded by the sight of the holy creature that stood before her. The God offered the mage a nod as well, bringing his arms to his chest and crossing them as Nev only seemed to bring out the worse in him. Once again.

"Games?" the word flowed from his mouth like poison, his great wings stretching up and over his head, a sight that could be related to a wolf's haunches rising, or more close to a snarl from a feral beast. Though, just as soon as she appeared, she left. As she walked, the wind around her would rise up in protest, a whistle of a sound, though not a blade of grass moved around the newcommers or the God himself.

Shaking his head softly the celestial being would let out a sigh, the tense feeling in the air disappearing as he smiled at the new arrivals, raising both brows. "Might I take this moment to introduce you all to Neviru, the Goddess of Destruction. Her realm is over those mountains of which she came from." his words now flowed with peace laid thick over them, enveloping a sense of calm and sureness that only came with age.

However, he continued, taking what the Goddess had done in stride as he always seemed to do. "This is not an after-life, I assure you. You all have been given a second chance, a fresh start on new lands." with this he would turn, his arm spreading out to motion to all of the land behind him and before him "These lands you stand on now are mine." a smile would reach his lips at this, turning once more toward the people who stood before him. Surely, they would have questions of some sort?

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#, as written by Eastep
The Entity of Creepycrawlies nearly fell to his knees as the monstrously beautiful Roc began to dissolve before him. Overwhelming emotions struck him, something he hadn't known in life. Nothing had left him so horribly empty. Nothing but death.
The monument to savagery and defilement was nothing now but black goo and blue smoke. Crestfallen, H'taed turned to the man who had approached him. glancing him up and down, before looking past him to the odd bird-dragon lady staring in awe at Endrykas. H'taed did not see the allure. The god was lord over nothing if death did not intervene.

But then, in a swirling blue mist, the goddess emerged. She commanded all of the insect-creature's attention, enveloping him in the aura of danger that surrounded her. When she spoke, the monster gave a step back, his iron mask slipping as the bugs beneath lost their grip on it. She was too much to be real. It was the embodiment of everything he worshiped, everything he was.
She was Death.

As Endrykas spoke again, H'taed snapped out of his trance, looking to the god. The man kneeling before him was a fool. He was pledging himself to an inferior god. There was no higher existance than that of Death, no greater peace. Life was horrible and short. Death was forever.

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As the goddess left, he caught a nod from her, a glance that could have been mistaken as her looking to the treeline behind him. He shuddered blissfully with the thought of this goddess having taken interest in him. Insects tumbled from the long sleeves of his robes, the millipedes and worms finding solace in the ground below, wriggling into the soft loam with gusto. And with that, she was gone.

"Might I take this moment to introduce you all to Neviru, the Goddess of Destruction. Her realm is over those mountains of which she came from."
H'taed whispered the name, enjoying the feel of it. Even if this was no afterlife, he would find happiness here, through the pain of others. He was certain that the goddess would feel the same as him.

Turning to the god of creation, H'taed stood up tall and straight, growing taller and taller as the bugs climbed on top of each other. His robe seemed to deflate as he grew thinner, and a mound of writhing bugs could be seen where the hem of his robe no longer reached below his form.
"What is the quickest path to the lands of Neviru?" His words were cold and precise. There was no hint of jest or insecurity, only resounding resolve.
"And what is it that you want?" He asked Artegal, growing shorter now. There was no need for such height when he wasn't speaking with the god.

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Character Portrait: Dorran Rahmni
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#, as written by Shpleem
Different was the word Dorran would use to describe the taste of the serline's meat, yet it was a pleasing flavor if one cared to comment of food in such terms. For the moment he wasn't wearing the cloth covering over his face, nor his armor. His dark skin seemed to blend into the tree he leaned against, his slender, athletically toned body was covered only by his pants and his boots, yet he oddly still wore his green hood, almost never removing it. His body was perfectly suited for what he had done in his previous life, he had been a warrior and his form catered to his fighting style better than a larger stronger frame that one after expected of a soldier. He said nothing, simply ate in silence, glancing occassionally at his parter.

The drake had stripped the serline clean of meat and the skin was hanging nearby and would eventually find use as a blanket or cold weather clothing should the need arise for such things. After discarding the bones, aside from the ones that could be used as tools the drake coiled his body tightly near the fire, hoping the heat would calm him. He could feel it stirring, ever since the Roc had passed overhead, the bloodlust was coming over him. He knew he had some time as long as nothing aggrevated him, he would have to distance himself from Dorran, though even within the midst of the blind primal rage he hadn't been able to arm the man, not even accidentally. However if the glow he had seen over the hill had meant Endrykas was greeting new comers he hoped that he could stay away from them and avoid a repeat of his greatest loss. His yellow eyes turned whistfully to the sky, wondering why the god had chosen to spare him of death and not his love? The innocent one who deserved to live more than he. He and his Bonded were soldiers, glorified killers, and his condition had resulted his love's death, why him and not her?

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How interesting that the god would bend his head to them, even in respect as their followers. Not even kings showed this courtesy. Not in her world, anyway. She looked to Neviru as she appeared closely to Endrykas, a low growl in her throat. Surely, this holy being would not stand for this!
And he certainly didn't. Chased away the woman, it seemed. These were his lands...
That made Fei feel much safer. They were in the hands of a tremendous, wonderful power.

The Ragatran witch tugged her blue hood down, which lengthened into a dress that fell right abover her knees. Not the most effective battle-gear, some would think, but it allowed flexibility and freedom of movement for Feila. It was also thin and light, something she needed for quick combat.
Plus, who needed armor when one had Gravity Points?

At the God paused, Fei gazed at him intently, orange eyes never veering from his flawless features. She clicked together the copper claws on her right hand, which extended over her fingers, made of her Great Grandfathers old gauntlet. It proved useful.

"Why are we here?" She asked. A simple question, one everyone wanted to know, she suspected.

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Sir Reinhart the True stayed where he was, despite looks from the others. The only reasons he knelt before Endrykas was because he had been given a second chance at life. For some unknown reason, he had been given one more chance. The second reason was a little more complicated. After being in a world torn apart by chaos, and being condemned for efforts he did not do, standing before a god of creation, and an embodiment of good, kneeling was the least he could do in return for another life.

And now he would not rise. He was bound by a knightly honor to uphold justice, and respect those above him. And Endrykas was definitely above him, and would kneel there until he was told to do otherwise. The others did just stand there, catching out of the corner of his eye, H'taed seemed to be ogling over Neviru, the Goddess of Destruction. She was not impressive, nor eye catching. His eyes closed again, and would continue kneeling before the God of Creation until told otherwise.

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#, as written by Prose
Ren was growing more and more exhausted by the second in which her presence remained amongst the gathering of 'people' and 'creatures'—whatever they may be. It was not that she disliked such beings, but that it was Ren was a loner. Trust was to not be found with any but herself and thus it would remain until a catalyst for this as well was found.

Arms slowly unwound from beneath her chest and she turned on heel to face away from the murder of crows. The Canthan was to leave this place now and discover where it was she found herself instead of having such questions answered for her. That was not the way to learn according to Ren. The only true way to learn was through the senses—to hear, to smell, to feel, to see, to touch. This the 'Gods' could not grant for her for experience was only had to that sole person.

Her footfalls were almost silent in the grass as Ren began to make her leave and would be successful if allowed to preform such of the 'Gods' will. Why keep such an insignificant creature as herself hostage? For information? To goad themselves and flaunt their power before her? Their knowledge? Tch. They would see nothing but a stoic stare and uncaring along every inch of her mortal coil.

Those footsteps continued growing further and further away ...

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#, as written by Jehanne
Eirem’s actions clearly showed her concepts of the two natural Wills. The male force here was Maternal to Eirem: he owned the lands and gave them great care. Though kind, in a sense, there was exploitable weakness in the pride he took of his own work. The potential of his power did not seem to have the same impact on Eirem in as the Roc did as it turned into the form of the deathly lady. Hers was obviously the Paternal: she was harsh, she was cold, but she would use what there was to please. She was dangerous to those that strived for her, but she was an irreplaceable boon to those that may survive her.

In the face of such gods of that grew ever more important by their mere presence, Eirem might seem to be ill-mannered or disrespecting. This was not true: the culture and customs of her peoples were simple and natural: they applied when facing deities all the same any as to other being.

Instead of bowing or kneeling to the ground Eirem had not only stood her ground, but had raised herself with a straightened posture. In fact, she made a conscious decision to keep her eyes from gazing upon the face of either yet keeping constant track of their movement and made a deliberate point to keep her mouth shut. This had not to do with “who was above whom” but rather showing a healthy and respectful mixture of fear and grace: a low stance and watchful eyes were of one being predatory as they were used by the hunters; whereas a pose of submission and ignorance of sight brought insult, assuming them inconsequential to oneself and implying a refusal to acknowledge present company’s prowess and potential of strength.

She licked each of ulnar coverts, preening them. Her rib cage expanded out and upwards which, along with her chest foliage puffing up, gave great attention to her ‘assets.’ She wasn’t trying to seduce either the Gods, as she hardly would understand as such a concept [were it even explained to her, she may very well find it absurd by her standards]: In the presence of an important figure, it was an obvious courtesy to appear as pleasing to the eye as one could for them.

As her chest puffed, Eirem felt a wax twin-woven belt press against it. The javelin! Her verutum-style spear was still on her person. She heard the click-clacking of the dry nuts tied next to the point and was reassured of her safety for the moment.

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#, as written by Nevan
It had taken twelve years for them to finally get her, but get her they had...

Naomi Nebraska had been slumped back in a wooden chair, surrounded by a group of three; a woman, a man and a child. They were in a shack, a dark, wooden shack lit only by rays of sunlight bursting in through gaps between the planks that had been nailed over the windows. Those rays of light revealed just how awfully dusty the room was... It hadn't been used in years. But it was being used now.

The sound of a dozen of the walking dead, groaning and banging against the barricaded door from the outside, completely swamped the sounds of the other three, who were talking amongst themselves frantically. It didn't matter... All those sounds were incoherent and distant to her. So very, very distant. She was feeling horrible, ill, feverish, dizzy, as though the world was spinning around her, her body was breaking down and her sanity was fading. It took the man before her to lift up her eye-lid and examine her dilated pupils with the ray of a torch to finally bring her back to attention.

Oh yeah... She had been bitten. Her left arm was in a sling and already red stains were beginning to show on her forearm... She didn't have much time left.

"We have to go now, Naomi," the man before her said as he pushed the butt of a Colt Single Action Army revolver into her quivering right hand, then began to aid her in loading the six chambers. "... We know you can't speak and that aren't going to make it, so we've given you six rounds. Use them wisely... We're leaving now."

The man's stinging kiss against her forehead was the last she saw of him, before he and his companions disappeared down a hatch in the floor to a cavern system below. So this was how it would end, huh? The first grey, bloody sign of a hand tore through a weaker part of the door in line to her front, adding yet another ray of light to burst into the room and a glance at those angry, undead souls gathering outside. They longed for her flesh... But would she give it them? She didn't want to become one of them... No. Not in a million years. To fight for so long, only to succumb to the horde when those she had come to respect and love needed her the most? It would be betrayal.

The sounds of growling then drowned out completely as he shaky gaze fell down to the gun in her hand... It echoed; the sound of her thumb pulling the hammer back. A sound that became so distant, but refused to leave her. A haunting, monotone note that reapplied itself to her ears over and over again until her hand had managed to lift the tip of the Revolver to the inside of her mouth. She bit down on it, hard, and for the first time in so long, Naomi Nebraska began to cry as her finger finally squeezed the trigger.

Then there she was... Terces. She was lying against the soft grass with her face buried into the sea of softly swaying green. Her tears fell to the ground below her and her eyes were shut tightly in fear; her fists clenched and hidden under her body. She could hear voices nearby, muffled, yet slowly becoming clear... It didn't matter. She had no idea what was going on and the way she silently whimpered behind the discussion made it clear she didn't want to. She was in so much shock she had yet to realize what had even happened.

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#, as written by Raize
[color=navy]Neviru, was disappointed. The others seemed to stick with Endrykas..She was not happy with the way things have turned out. With a flick of her wrist she tossed this out of her thoughts, flinging a hand through her long black locks with a beauty that was unknown to the common eye. The person that had followed her was a good entity to have though, no matter how disgusting he was, which he wasn't too disgusting, just a bit, abnormal perhaps. She heaved a breathe of air out of her lungs, her breast rising with it, a sigh, an exhalation. As she walked, she could hear the person follow, she did not know his name, but she had a feeling that this would be an interesting person to control..That is if he was willing..The long walk they had ventured on would have been quite easy, almost a short and brisk jog, for Neviru's realm bordered Endrykas' land to the point if the Mountainst collapsed they would merge easily...Neviru was happy. She couldn't stand it there long.

The goddess would have sneered at this as the mountains began to loom, their huge shadows shying away from the sun in a horrible beauty. Sharp cracks of lightning and thunder shook the earth as they came closer, the ozone seemed to sting the air as the sulfur went about, heavy as it was. The mysterious beauty that it held wold have been...Disastrous to the unobservant eye as Neviru drew close, her skirts becoming soiled as the dirt and grime beheld it. The dark and sharp slabs of rock would have been razor sharp and keen as she slid her hands over them, applauding slightly at this in her mind. She was never comfortable in the green grasslands of the fields of Endrykas' land, and she wouldn't go back there for quite some time. Slowly, she pivoted on her heel, the mountains in the backround as she turned to the strange cloaked figure that had followed her this way, he was a ways away from her to be sure, but Neviru's biting voice would have stung his hearing anyway.

"Welcome to your new hom

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e, my dear."

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The celestial being was not at all shocked by the gruesome creature's obvious liking for Neviru. Let her have him then, he could be of no use to him anyways. Covered in squirming magots and not at all pleasing to the eye, maybe the young Goddess could have some use for him. In her lands, and not his. To answer his question he would wave a hand toward where Neviru had begun to walk, his facial features remaining calm and collected, while every fiber of his being rebelled against having this thing on his land. Though, not all creatures were beautiful, they all had to be respected. "Follow her."

Two simple words, and then he would turn toward the remaining who stood before him. Emerald orbs scanning those who stood before him. "Rise, faithful knight." the words would be filled with kindness once more, a smile easing across godly lips as he then turned toward the blue-cloaked woman, to answer her question. "To be given another chance at life. Terces is not filled with a life such as yourselves." with this he would sweep his gaze across those who had remained. "You all are being given a chance to create your own city, to rise to greatness or even fall to darkness." emerald orbs would point directly at Neviru who was nearing her own border.

With a sigh and renewing his smile he would continue "I will be near when you need me most, but far when you must choose for yourselves. For now, I welcome you to my gifts." the roar of hooves would rumble through the clearing as a herd of serline danced around behind him, all of their eyes trained on the God as he lifted his great wings and rose a few feet above the ground. Covering the other side of the small river with his wings he would nod to each of them in turn, his smile disappearing as he looked up to the sky, disappearing in a flash of white light.

All that was left remaining of the God was a single white feather, which seemed to dance with different colors at all times like that of an opal. It drifted slowly to the ground in front of the small group, resting in the grass without a sound. If one was to touch it, they would be met by razor sharp edges, though soft if you touched its middle. However, gazing back upon the other side of the river, a small cottage could be found nestled into the forest. Made of wood and stone, it had no rooms inside, but rather could be considered a shack of sorts. A chimney rested atop its shingled roof, smoke already swarming the skies above it. That would be all that could be found of the house though, besides a wooden door of course, its nob made of a white metal.

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Neviru's Realm

Neviru's Realm by RolePlayGateway

Where only the Goddess of Destruction rules.

Terces

Terces by Symphony

Welcome to the wide-word of Terces! Upon entering, you are dropped into a grassy clearing, with a forest near by and the rushing sound of a river can be heard close by.

Endrykas's Realm

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Where only the God of Creation rules.

Celestial Forest

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Every glimpse of life here is marked by the eerie glow that radiates off the trees here at an alarming rate.

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Canthan Assassin born and raised in the Shing Monastery where Master Togo has always watched and cultured the girl from childhood. Her skills are deadly, and sometimes even more so her charm.

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"Only one will come out on top, to be Crowned the King of Terces"

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For there to be life, there has to be death.

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I shall forge a legacy, even in death

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"Only one will come out on top, to be Crowned the King of Terces"

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Endrykas

"Only one will come out on top, to be Crowned the King of Terces"

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Rolav Falender

I shall forge a legacy, even in death

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H'taed

For there to be life, there has to be death.


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Neviru's Realm

Neviru's Realm by RolePlayGateway

Where only the Goddess of Destruction rules.

Terces

Terces by Symphony

Welcome to the wide-word of Terces! Upon entering, you are dropped into a grassy clearing, with a forest near by and the rushing sound of a river can be heard close by.

Endrykas's Realm

Endrykas's Realm by RolePlayGateway

Where only the God of Creation rules.

Celestial Forest

Celestial Forest by RolePlayGateway

Every glimpse of life here is marked by the eerie glow that radiates off the trees here at an alarming rate.

Crystaline Cave

Crystaline Cave by RolePlayGateway

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Endrykas's Realm

Terces Endrykas's Realm Owner: RolePlayGateway

Where only the God of Creation rules.

Neviru's Realm

Terces Neviru's Realm Owner: RolePlayGateway

Where only the Goddess of Destruction rules.

Terces

Welcome to the wide-word of Terces! Upon entering, you are dropped into a grassy clearing, with a forest near by and the rushing sound of a river can be heard close by.

Celestial Forest

Every glimpse of life here is marked by the eerie glow that radiates off the trees here at an alarming rate.

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