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Anwen

The secret is not to dream. The secret is to wake up and know that your journey has only just begun.

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a character in “The Gods: The Beginning”, as played by Fabricator

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God Name: Anwen the Dreamer

Titles: The Dreamweaver, Star-Kindler, Lady of the Stars, The Starsinger

Holy Sumbol: The Sign of Anwen

Alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Portfolio: Dreams, Stars and Travel

Patron of: Travellers, astronomers, musicians, dreamers, wanderers, explorers and stargazers

Gender: Female

God Appearance: Anwen is a tall woman, with long gold-white hair which cascades down her back and around her shoulders. Her eyes are deep and can draw others in further than they’d like, sometimes showing a faint reflection of a person’s inner dreams; but for the most part they remain a simple emerald green colour unless she has become angry and allowed them to become black holes. Her body looks as if there is a ghostly echo of her every movement which appears as a faint sparkle of glittering light. This somewhat ethereal look is further enhanced by the pair of sleek white wings that sprout from her back.

When she sees others in their dreams she tends to be perceived slightly differently by everyone depending on her mood as well as those of the person. Usually this doesn’t always translate into the rest of reality but as she sometimes blurs those lines she has a tendency to wear whatever appearance others may prefer instead of her natural form for the majority; which can vary from male to female or tall to short. Though throughout it all there is usually a common theme between each one, perhaps her golden-white hair or she has white feathers similar to her wings as decoration.

Personality: Anwen lives a mostly solitary life, and her personality is somewhat reserved and withdrawn. This is mainly due to her being rather hard to keep focused, resulting in a never-ending wanderlust as well as insatiable curiosity of people’s innermost dreams. She tends to come across as reserved due to her true existence residing in the dreaming world so she feels somewhat at odds when not in that realm. While she does greatly enjoy traversing the world below it is the heavens and void beyond that calls to her most of all, but some of the more dreamlike landscapes can keep her grounded, mostly those which seem to defy all logical reason or rhyme. While always helpful to those lost on their travels, mortals who remain static or close-minded find little love from her. She has a great love of the beauty to be found in dreams as well as the darkness inherent in their nightmares; be they those of gods or hose of all the mortal creatures. It is an odd thing to see everything through the eyes of the world’s dreamers as well as through her own, but it is what she does all the same.

Favoured Weapon: N/A

Opinion of mortals: “When they dream I see the darkness within their hearts, but I also see the hope in their souls for something better.”
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God’s Domain: Anwen lives primarily among the stars of the mortal realm, moving amongst them and cultivating their birth, death and rebirth throughout their long lives. Her home here is at the heart of the North Polar Star, Ilúvatar; a name she gave the star upon its birth as it was the first star to appear in the sky. The star itself rests at the heart of a spiral of several other stars which seem to shine different colours throughout the year and have been nicknamed the Pharasma by many mortals.

While this is her home, it is also one of the gateways to her domain in the material world as it is the realm beyond that truly belongs to her above all others. A domain that she knows completely and yet holds secrets untold. The realm of dreaming, a multiverse created and destroyed with every passing moment as all creatures who dream, be they mortal or immortal have their place here. She travels from reality to this land of imagination in the space of a heartbeat whenever she desires, exploring both the waking and sleeping world of Ashariel in her travels.

The domain itself can almost appear sentient due to how it reacts to events within its boundaries but many just brush it off as Anwen’s influence, which is partly true. But at the heart of the dreamscape is a part of who she is; a hidden aspect to her being which lives a life all its own yet not, a creature named Dream. While she governs the dreams of those who sleep and rest in her care it is he who brings their nightmares in an attempt to protect her. Sometimes a flicker of Dream can been seen when Anwen’s moods fluctuate but for the most part he resides in the minds of sleeping mortals, bringing a balance to their dreams that Anwen will not do so herself for he is little more than a manifestation of her powers given form.


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Avatar Name: Fiona
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Title(s)/Rank: The Wandering Star

Avatar Appearance: A slight and slender elfish girl, looking barely out of her teenage years by human reckoning yet agile and quick witted. She stands at 5’10” with silvery-white wavy hair which stops just above her shoulders and turquoise coloured eyes.

Real Age: Unknown

Visual Age: 19

Personality: A somewhat skittish and jittery girl, Fiona is always on the move and rarely stays in one place for too long as she feels haunted and hunted by the horrors of humanity. She has moments of calm in her storm of panic where she is relaxed enough to enjoy herself, which oddly enough she spends her time finding ways into places she shouldn’t and sometimes ‘borrowing’ items from others. This may well explain part of why she thinks people are after her.

Enemies: While she is somewhat fearful of rather a lot she doesn’t really have enemies, since many do not even know who she is, or what she is.

Allies: None.

Magic Abilities: Able to weave the very stuff of dreams itself, almost with an unnatural ease to enter the dreams of others and use the myriad of paths through them to travel great distances and return to reality near another dreamer. In addition to this gift she can use her weave of dreaming to mask herself and how others see her in an attempt to go unnoticed, as well as making it appear that she is accompanied by whatever she can imagine as a deterrent (though such things are little more than illusions they appear real till proven otherwise by direct contact).

Something she has been able to do but rarely does due to the unstable nature of it as well as it’s taxing and demanding nature is to alter her surroundings by bridging the gap between the dreamscape and reality itself. This can allow for the stuff of nightmares and dreams to be made real but at a great cost, making it little more than a last resort; though the more unstable reality is the easier it is to make it that little bit more unbalanced.
She has also been investigating the possibility of bridging reality the other way, thereby allowing her to bring waking creatures to the dream where altering reality would be as easy as breathing.

Favoured Weapon: A single staff of silvery metal, engraved with runic patterns and raised carvings. Near the orb at the top is a small lantern-like device in which is contained a living star taken from the heavens which helps to light her path.


So begins...

Anwen's Story

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Time had passed. How much time, Ulmo did not truly know. Time didn't really seem to matter to him as he worked to fill the Sea with life to match and even, in his view, surpass the life he had seen on dry land. The Beast-God, Ragon, had been particularly helpful in creating the predators that inhabited his real. It was fitting, in his view, to have fierce beasts to live beneath the Sea. They kept the numbers of the smaller creatures in check and the supply of prey kept their own numbers in check. Balance.

Of course, the world had many secrets that even he did not know of. There was the realm connected to the physical realm. The physical realm was the realm of mortals. What this word meant, he did not yet know, but he envisioned beings unable to change the world by their own will, but still shape great things with their bare hands. That was what he imagined. The mortal realm was stagnant. It stayed the way it was long after the gods were finished, but in the Realm of the Gods, only will mattered. Ulmo could shape anything simply by willing it, but he needed to maintain it with a portion of his attention, always, something he was finding easier and easier to do as time went on.

He had shared his discovery with the others, of course. They each claimed their own portion as the Realm of infinite, but together, they had created their own meeting place, The Hall of the Gods It was a magnificent place and in its center sat their thrones. Ulmo himself had carved a throne of silver and blue and white marbel, covering it with flora from the Sea which could live on dry land. That was not where they were meeting, though. Rather, in celebation of their efforts, the Gods had gathered together to celebrate with a feast. In a great feasting hall, the gods gathered to celebrate their works and Ulmo sat in his place of honor with a proud smile.

"Our labors are almost at an end, my bretheren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry," he announced, surveying the faces of the gods who had gathered together to celebrate.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Avis Character Portrait: Anwen
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Karkorthi


Karkorthi hadn't been idle in the eons that had passed, despite her oft-displayed penchant for simply sitting there like.. well, a stone. She had taken her piece of the realms and buried it. Covered it with a searing desert that gave a forbidding and harsh welcome to any who might think to intrude. But beneath it was a jewel open and inviting to any she might call guest. A vast cavern dripping with the hidden beauty of the earth; great pillars of rock that spiraled and twisted up to an arched ceiling that glistened as if graced by stars. Luminescent ores of her own crafting. More precious veins flowed like rivers across her floors, and jewels peaked from the stone like flowers waiting to bloom.

She had helped Sargon to craft his realm to his liking. Had given Braun stones of harder and harder density against which to test his strength. Had any others asked for her help, she would have given it freely in these early days of the Gods' finding themselves, in exchange only for entertaining tales or promises of future assistance to her own projects. On Ashariel's surface she carved a great mountainous ridge and the dry ravine-gouged desert on its rain shadow. It suited her nicely, tucked away from Ulmo's pounding waves, it was cool and not given to Nuri's firey erruptions or Baraku's unpredictable earthquakes. Quietly, Karkorthi had come to Nieuses as the rest had, and asked only for simple creatures suited to the land. She had no desire to craft a great and intelligent race of her own as some others had done; her ambitions were not so short-lived.

In this great hall of Gods, the Scorpion's throne was hardly recognizable as such until she settled her great inhuman mass upon it. It was a slope of smooth sandstone that rippled with warm colors, rising into gleaming sides that sparkled with natural flashes of mica rock and geode crystal. Add a colossal, jeweled scorpion carved from granite on top of it, and it was certainly a sight to behold.

"Our labors are almost at an end, my bretheren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry,"

Karkorthi coiled her tail slowly in acknowledgement of Ulmo's words, watching her fellows reach out for the bounty of food and drink while she, herself, remain settled just as she was. Despite not openly participating in the wine and meats, she radiated a pleased and pleasant mood.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Caelum Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Strach Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Mortum Character Portrait: Baraku Character Portrait: Zexilles Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Ereph Character Portrait: Elden Edderast Character Portrait: Cynn Character Portrait: Caylea Character Portrait: Avis Character Portrait: Anwen
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Ulmo


Ulmo frowned slightly, noticing Tywin slip away into a room after Sargon and Kaira. He felt for Saragon. To have your creations attempt to wipe out one another was a feeling he could not even begin to comprehend. The Merpeople which he and Niueis created lived in harmony with the Sea. True, they were small in number, but they were long-lived and their cities were something to behold. However, now he decided to check on a creation that each and every god had a hand in.

He left the feasting hall and entered the Throne Room. There, he found a pool of water that allowed the gods to view the Mortal Realm. On land, the gods had created the apex of their creations: Mortal Men. They had each put a part of themselves in these creatures, crafting them in the image of most of the gods save Karkothi and Strach. What Ulmo saw, however, did not please him. The world was in turmoil and there were new gods among them!

Nex


"Good, Cain. Very good. You have wrested control of your tribe from your brother. You have proven your strength and power," Nex announced, dressed in black, red, and golden armor. Before him, the human inhabitants of the desert bowed to him with his chosen the only one standing. Cain glared at him from behind his hood.

"I had to kill half my tribe on my own, including my own brother. You forbade my supporters from helping me. You refused to help me yourself! Why?!" he hissed. Nex glared at his chosen and had half a mind to smack him before chuckling. He allowed himself to laugh for a full minute until his chosen interrupted him.

"Answer me!"

"You would do well to remember that a god does not take orders from his follower," Nex told him coldly, causing a little fear to run down Cain's spine. He continued, "I gave you a portion of my own power. I wanted to see if it was a good investment. You did not disappoint. Not at all. I will be the God of Men and you will be their King."

Ulmo

Ulmo reached out with his mind, to every deity, known or unknown. He was furious.

"What is the meaning of this! We agreed to leave mortal men alone!"

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She floated through the infinite reaches that stretched between each of the tiny pin-pricks of endless light that dotted her domain. She smiled softly to herself as she caresses each one, enjoying the feeling of their lives trickling through her fingers. It was somewhat lonely out here in the void, but the dreams had kept her company; dreams of a world filled with all manner of creatures and beings. A world she vaguely remembered, but could not place.

A tang of loss echoed in her heart as she remembered a falling star in times long past, one of her perfect children crying out as she went silent. Anwen drifted for a while, lost in the reverie of the pain. She never found out what became of the star, though many of the dreams had filtered in with a sky lit up with a fireball of otherworldly beauty. Others had been lost but none had she felt as keenly nor did she miss them nearly as much.

Suddenly her eyes snapped open as she turned towards the world which spin endlessly in the garden of her glittering stars. Another celestial body this one, but different. This was where the dreams had been coming from, always had they been coming from. How could she have not noticed this before?

It does not matter.

She frowned as she looked at the world, it seemed strange yet not without a beauty that almost rivalled those of the heavens. A faint echo of a voice was coming from this world; calling her, almost summoning her. That had been what had finally allowed her to see that which she always knew existed… Ashariel. Their world… But who were they?

They are not important.

Her frown deepened as she gazed down through the clouds, her slender fingers reaching out to touch this blue and while globe. Her wings spread out behind her, exemplifying her intense intreset as her face slowly became lit up. It took her a few moments to realise that she was no longer suspended within the void of space but descending. Not drifting as she had been before but now dropping, faster and faster. Her face contorted into pure panic as she scrabbled through the burning, tearing fire and air. Her wings curled around her body as she cried out. All around her was the rushing and howling wind of the world that now dragged her down into its embrace. Her only thought as she fell was of the summons that she now heard again, clear and bright.

"Our labours are almost at an end, my brethren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry,"

As she fell she wondered what could be so merry about falling to her death, out of control and lost in an unknown place which had haunted her for time untold. A world she was blind to was now to be her grave. Opening her eyes she noticed the pain and the howling winds had grown softer but she was still falling. Crashing down towards what appeared to be a magnificent hall of glittering spires and perfect design and purpose. She smiled slightly at the irony as she veered towards it, seeing something so wondrous and being smashed across it.

What use are wings if you can’t fly?

She turned her body, shaking out her wings slightly which jolted her sharply backwards. The drag lifted her for a moment thus giving her a flicker of hope that she would survive which soured slightly as she noticed that while flying somewhat she was still hurtling downwards at an incredible pace. Much too quickly to stop herself entirely but not enough to end her travels prematurely; or at least she hoped not. Raising her hands to cover her face and bringing her wings in tight around her she crashed through one of the stained glass windows, bursting into a hallway and slamming hard into a walking wall of gold and white metal.

”ugh… I’m sorry…”

She mumbled to the figure before sinking to the floor in tears, her long fingers scrabbling slightly against his armour as she glimpsed him through blurry eyes.

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Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Tywin *WIP* Character Portrait: Anwen
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Tywin grit his teeth in frustration as he passed through the hall. The ridiculousness of his kin, the short sightedness of them, the hypocrisy of them all. It was enough to drive him mad. Fortunately Tywin had learned long ago to suppress his urges, to exert an unimaginable level of self control. Despite whatever was plaguing him be that pain, or anger or doubt he could set it aside, internalize it and soldier on. It was his duty to set his own personal desires and passions aside for his duty to Order, his responsibility to The Law.

Tywin passed by the singing and drinking, the laughing and cheering out the door and right into Anansai. The spider goddess in her bipedal form, a much more appealing form in Tywin's opinion, but one she rarely took.

"Is it every bit as useless and time wasting as I thought it would be, is it, Brother?"

Her tone put her distaste for this so called gathering on full display. Tywin couldn't help but let loss a subtle and rueful chuckle.

"Does the spider spin a web?"

Tywin replied with a euphemism perfectly chosen for his sister. He stopped beside her and cast a baleful glance bat at the hall before turning back to Anansai.

Before his sister could respond the stained glass window erupted as a something winged, and beautiful crashed into him. The Lord of Justice managed to hold his ground but just barely. Sliding back his armored boots scraping across the floor as the winged woman fell to her knees in tears. Tywin's had was on his blade and was prepared to rip his sword from it's sheathe and strike this invader down yet something stayed his blade from leaving its scabbard. Beyond the wings, which alone was a massive clue, the woman had an aura to her that only a God would recognize. Her essence was that of the minds fantasies as one slept, the stars in the night sky and to power to wander the world and experience it's bounty.

"A new Goddess..."

Tywin uttered almost in shock. He stared now at his new sibling, and oddly enough he stepped forward and offered her his hand.

"Rise, a Goddess should not weep."

Tywin was almost surprised at how soft his voice was, how tender it seemed and warm.


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"Tywin, he is the problem here. I know his realm is more than respectable, that justice and order are needed, but that does not give him a valid reason to treat us as he does. He demands our respect but does nothing to be worthy of it,"

Braun set his jaw in mild frustration, this was something he'd heard before from many of his kin. His brother Tywin marched about as if he was king at times, lording over the others. Braun felt that he meant well but his means and methods left a chill in Braun's heart. He watched as Kaira scowled merely speaking of him.

"He is my brother and I love him dearly for that, but he makes it so difficult. He behaves little better than a petty tyrant. He believes that respect can be garnered from fear and will not hear that he just might be wrong."

Kaira pause to breathe out a calming sigh as Braun stepped forward and put an understanding hand on her shoulder.

"He is so blinded and so convinced of his own truth, I fear it could be dangerous."

"Peace sister, be at peace. There now."

Braun said trying to comfort her. He knew his words were not something he was particularly skilled with but knew at times they could do more than tearing mountains from the earth.

"To ponder why our brother does the things he does are questions for wise men with skinny arms. We can but only hope our fears are for naught. He is our brother, I cannot think of him as anything less than that. I have reached out a hand to him in the past and each time he has cast my hand aside. I know he..."

Braun paused for a moment and for the briefest moment sorrow flashed on his face and embarrassment.

"I know he thinks me weak of mind but I am wise enough to know that family cannot turn their back on one another."

It was then obvious that He who was Indomitable, He whose skin could resit molten lava or the strike of lightning was indeed vulnerable. His heart bore no shield and his kin could cut him deeper than any foe. His loved, when scorned, pained Braun greatly. The idea that his kin thought poorly of him wounded the large God.

"Perhaps if we were to reach out to our brother together, show him his family bears love for him? That his family stands beside him in and that we need not be at odds. Maybe we will learn more of our Lawful kin and in so doing he will learn more of us."

It was then the voice of Ulmo erupted of the minds of all the gods summoning them to him in the throne room.

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Anansi


[font=serif]Anansi's eyes fell on her brother as he spoke. Does a Spider spin a web?” He asked and Anansi gave a small scoff like laugh. “Indeed it does.” She said. She understood his frustrations with his siblings. They were a rowdy bunch. Braun and Ai specifically, Sargon and Kaira not so much his quarrels with them she didn't quite understand yet but she'd figure it out soon enough.
Tywain was Order and there was nothing but lawlessness in that room.

She felt for him, despite the impassiveness her expression gave. “They are our Kin, Tywain, and as much as we do not wish to admit it, it is true. Be Patient, and I'm sure they will show their worth.”
She said and with that she heard Ulmo's voice boom. What is the meaning of this! We agreed to leave mortal men alone!"
She frowned and looked at her brother with a confused frown. “ What is he going on about?”

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Baraku Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Tywin *WIP* Character Portrait: Anwen
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Numenor


The first thing to return to Dragonmiir was his sense of being, for hours it seemed as though he was doing little more than drifting within a dream world, and suddenly he realized he was alive. Yet his body did not feel as it always had, it felt large and cumbersome, yet agile. He slowly opened his eyes, blurred still from being closed to the sun light, as they adjusted he soon realized that they were not what they once were. Everything he saw was crisper, sharper, and far brighter than he had seen before. Yet the sight he beheld was far worse than he could imagine.

Around him he expected to find his fallen kin, the other villagers that had died in defense of their home. In their place, beasts never before seen lay scattered in their place. They looked like wolves, a mass of alphas by their size. Yet they were different, they had an almost humanistic nature to their forms.
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Dragonmiir slowly began to rise, his hearing returning to him first with a ring, then the sound of heavy breathing. He reached out for his blade, but instead of the hand of a man, it was the hand of a beast. Immediately he recoiled from the sight, with a roar unheard of before.

Slowly the others began to rise, startled by the roar from one of their own. They all were startled just the same by the sights the saw, and their reactions to their own forms. As they all rose, they became aware that not a single human body, each find awareness that the wolves that had attacked were not their to kill them. They looked around attempting to gain a sense of what they had become.

Suddenly a light burst forth from the sky, and a winged figure lowered itself to the village. The instinct of the lycans was to crouch low and prepare for whatever was to come. Yet as the being lowered itself, a sense of calm and comfort came over the lycans. As the shadow dissipated, the Valkyrie Lisa appeared before them.
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"Calm yourselves children of Sargon" Lisa held out her hand as a silver glow fell from her upon the lycans, and slowly their bodies began to change "Be at peace, and know that your future is guided by he who rules the shadows. Devote yourselves to his embrace and forge an empire worthy of your gifts." With those few words the Valkyrie left, and the lycans returned to their human forms.

Across the Everlasting Forest, more villages that had received the same fate were awakening, and each was gifted the same as the last. The Rise of the Lycans, had come.
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Sargon

Hall of Immortals


Within the throne room, Sargons seat erupted in a pillar of shadow fire, the call of wolves erupted from the void. From it the lord of the nether stepped forward. Concern and worry gripped his face as he stepped down to the central level, "My brother" he said approaching Ulmo "What ails you?"

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"A new Goddess..."

A voice whispered above her, it sounded almost shocked at its own words which confused her. Not only was she unsure where she was but it was as if here was unsure why she was as well. She was shaking slightly as she tried to mentally check herself, her wings had remained curled around her protectively as she noted other than slight bruising she appeared otherwise unhurt. Her crying and self-assessment had her lost in her own world for a moment or so till a shadow towered over her, light glinting off its armour as she stared up at the wall of metal she’d crashed into moments before. He spoke softly, kindly to her as he reached down, offering her his hand to help her up.

"Rise, a Goddess should not weep."

She smiled slightly, almost sheepishly and rubbed her tears away before accepting his hand.

”Thank you… I’m a little lost; I’ve spent so long lost in my own realm, I thought I was alone in the void till I heard a call, something about our labours being at an end? ”

She shook her head slightly, her shoulders making an almost unnoticeable shrug to accompany her words while her wings stretched behind her.

”I saw this world for the first time with my own eyes and fell… I… I couldn’t stop myself…”

She shivered slightly and hugged herself close as if to ward off a chill, her smile crooking a little as she looked up at Tywin. Before she could say more of how she came to be here the halls around them echoed with a roaring voice of anger and fury.

"What is the meaning of this! We agreed to leave mortal men alone!"

Anwen jumped back down the corridor a little, her wings carrying her along so she seemed to float. Her eyes dart around as if trying to place its source and work out if it signifies a danger, before noticing that Tywin doesn’t appear phased by the voice.






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"What is the meaning of this! We agreed to leave mortal men alone!"

The voice rang out, causing small rockslides down the side of its many mountains as well as small fractures to form on the surface of its fiery rivers. While the sound itself was strong enough to be heard here it was soon lost again in the roar of a thousand voices at toil, with the heavy sound of hammer on anvils mixing with the growl of molten metal.

Nuri looked up from her forge, ceasing her work for a moment. It was as if a stone had been dropped into a lake, a ripple of silence spreading out from her as all those who worked here noticed her pause. It did not last long, as foreman called for order and redirected the smiths to their task again. Very carefully she placed her current work, a simple band at first glance, with a faint inlay of mother of pearl and a central jewel the colour of a deep ocean set in a circle of sapphires and emeralds. The central gem seemed to ripple slightly as her fingers brushed it, almost in time with her heartbeat. While almost wasn’t good enough she stopped it bothering her too much since there was time still.

Stepping back from the forge, leaving her tools lying in their hollowed rests beside it, she closed her eyes slowly and took a deep breath. When her eyes opened it was to show the entrance hall to the great chamber, many were the hours she had spent in these halls trying to improve what was already beautiful. Shaking her head she strolled through the gateway, smiling that it had already opened in preparation for her arrival; after all what was the point in having magical doors such as these which didn’t know when to allow entry.

As she entered the great hall she noticed many of their kin were absent save for one she’d rather see as little of as possible and a few others. Though Ulmo seemed to draw her attention most of all since he appeared to be raging and furious. Exactly what had caused such she did not know but that was why she was here after all. She nodded a greeting towards the god and slowly climbed her throne.

The throne itself was of an intricate design; made of clockwork mechanisms that ran throughout, causing an endless ticking as it whirred; fine inlaid patterns and symbols in silver set against the carved oak of the chair itself. As she sat down she crossed one leg over the other and nestled a large tankard of ale between her hands, lightly tapping her fingers against it while she waited to see what had bothered Ulmo so.

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Ulmo's voiced erupted into Tywin's mind. Where some were startled and others still concerned Tywin merely found himself perturbed at his brothers tone. Never the less all the immortals had been agreement about the mortals below. They would guide, they would lead but direct intervention was forbidden. Someone had broken that truce. Tywin sighed as he remembered requesting that laws be set down to govern all the gods but his request was refused. None trusted him to enforce laws upon other immortals, none were willing to give him the position of such esteem, fools.

Tywin turned the terrified young winged goddess, so startled by Ulmo's rage.

"Fret not young Goddess, yet another of our kin. The Sea King is no one to fear."

Tywin ushered the winged Goddess toward the throne room of the gods, an odd title for a room with no purpose as their was no king to sit in the grand hall. Nevertheless The Lord Justice entered the room after his sister the Spider Goddess led his wailing whore sister out of the hall. Reaching the throne room Tywin gave a gentle nod to Anwen before marching up to his Oceanic Kin. It was there he found most of his other brothers and sisters. Surprisingly his oafish brother Braun was no where to be seen. Odd for one such as he, normally when a brother calls Braun is the first to arrive. Tywin figured it best not to question his good fortune and enjoy the momentary reprieve from his brutish brothers idiocy.

"Speak the name of the fool that has incurred our wrath brother and see them brought to justice."

Tywin said with deadly finality as he approached.

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Braun had left kaira to see to Ulmo as he raced across the realms of men and Gods. His powerful legs spurring him to unimaginable speeds as he crossed continents in moments, seas in a single bound. With a mighty THOOM he landed outside the cove of his union with Ai and stepped inside. The little information he had been given had told him only that his sister was in dire need of her brother and Braun answered the call. He stepped into his sisters love cove to find her moaning in pain as she clutched her swollen belly. Anansai at her side tending to her as best she could. Braun was shocked and terrified for his sister.

"Ai, sister, tell me what has happened?"

He asked as he came to kneel at her side, taking her hand and putting a loving hand on her forehead. The beaded sweat on her brow wet his large hand.

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Ulmo had sense calmed down. He noticed the arrival of several of his siblings but he said nothing until, at last, he stepped away from the pool, showing them the images of what was happening on earth. Someone they had never seen before was interacting with humans personally and lent his power to a particular one. He replayed the images of the slaughter of the tribe of humans by a single mortal wielding this new god's power with a frown on his face.

"This is a new deity. Perhaps he is not at fault. However, he seems to take perverse pleasure in watching this slaughter," the Sea God noted, tapping the water again, only to see the new god smirking at them, perfectly aware of the others now and daring them to punish him.

"Perhaps he was born with the humans," he mused. He looked up, noticing an unfamiliar deity.

"Oh, I apologize for my outburst, milady," he told her, inclining his head slightly. He was calm now, which was typical of him. His moods could change in a heartbeat, after all.

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Kaira took her throne and watched as Ulmo replayed the scenes of slaughter. A mortal laid waste to his tribe, but there was something different about this mortal. He was neither completely mortal nor completely God, an unnerving hybrid of the two.

"This is a new deity. Perhaps he is not at fault. However, he seems to take perverse pleasure in watching this slaughter," Ulmo tapped the water again, showing a new God to them. A man dressed in the colour of fire, smirking at them. An issue of a challenge if Kaira had ever seen one. "Perhaps he was born with the humans," Ulmo mused. He looked up, looking to a new being in the room. Kaira looked too. Another Goddess, this one with wings and distant aura surrounding her. Ulmo apologised to her.

"Speak the name of the fool that has incurred our wrath brother and see them brought to justice," Tywin spoke up. Kaira suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. The God had just been born into this world and already he faced the prospect of Tywin's wrath.

"If he is new to this world, then he may not be as much at fault if it were one of us committing these crimes," Kaira spoke up, trying to verbalize her thoughts, "you remember how we were when we were first born. None of us understood the rules of this realm and we learned along side one another. This God has had none of that guidance, that may be all he lacks; an understanding of how the world works and how we as Gods should conduct ourselves."

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Tywin turned to look at his sister, his critical gaze studying her carefully. Her disdain bubbled just below the surface but the fact that she was even attempting to hide her scorn for him was a miracle in and of itself. Kaira spoke, giving voice to her minds concerns with all the honor and nobility expected of a goddess of her realm. Now it was Tywin who had to stifle a scoff. To think a bleeding heart like Kaira thought to tell him, to tell anyone how best to deal justice.

"A noble sentiment for certain sister yet I fear a slap on the wrist is hardly the proper choice in dealing with our worlds first true antagonist. Young or not, ignorant or not if this being is truly a god then they sensed our presence. They could have tracked us down with ease as yet did not. No, instead they set to their bloody work without care. Then when the gods hear of such a slight we are too what?..."

Tywin asked, his question almost stinging as he took a step towards the magical pool in which the gods viewed their nefarious brother.

"Extend our hand to him so he can slap it away? No sister, I think not. We would only appear weak for future generations. How long do the mortals bend the knee to the gods who are unwilling to enforce their own laws? Their absentee gods? Their weak gods? Action must be taken."

Now it was Ulmo who received Tywin's baleful glare.

"If you all would have allowed me to set down a book of laws to govern us all with clearly defined punishments and penalties for transgressions and crimes we would not even be having this conversation. No, instead you voted against my proposal and look what your kind hearts have won you. The worlds first anarchist."

Tywin was frustrated and spiteful but he was not wrong. He Braun shook his head in disgust before turning away from Ulmo and moving his gaze back to the wayward god in question.


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Braun's entire world had slowed as Anansai's words struck him like a bucket of ice water.

She is with child, Braun, Two of them, They belong to you.

The words were all he could hear, all he could fathom. Two children, his children were to be born. He was to be a father. The worlds first father. He knew not what that meant. Knew not how to be a father to a child. He had no father of his own to look to for guidance. He knew strength and pride, he knew to conquer all and how to call brothers together. He was but a man. It was that realization that slowed his racing heart. He was a man. A man to protect and love, a man to teach and cherish, a man to guide and support. He was a man and he was a father.

Braun returned his focus as Ai screamed in pain, gripping his hand with all the strength he could muster. She turned to him in pain and sorrow.

"I did not expect this..."

She said with tears in her eyes. He reached out a hand and slowly brushed her hair back and as he did so his hand slowly began to radiate golden light.

"Hush now."

Braun said kindly. The God of Strength gave unto his sister the strength to endure, the strength to overcome, the strength to conquer the pain of childbirth.

"There now, that's it. Push dearests sister. Push."

Braun spoke softly but with a strength in his voice that spurred Ai ever onward. The first child entered the world into the hands of his aunt.

"It's a boy."

Anansai said and her words made Braun's big heart swell with pride. A boy, a son, his son, the son of the God of Strength. Braun would teach him how to hunt and how to fish. He would teach him how to wrestle and fight, how to climb mountains and swim across oceans. He would teach him a warriors strength and a warriors patience. He will teach him not just how to exert his great power but how to know when to use it. His son, will be a great man, a man that will change the world.

The spiders wove for his son a blanket to swaddle him in as his mother set to the task of birthing his sibling.

"It's a girl."

Anansai said and Braun's hearts soared as his eyes fell upon her. His daughter, his little girl. So small and fragile. She would need his protection, she would need her father's might and she would always have it. He would be there for her always. As her partner the first time she learned to dance. As her shoulder to cry on after her first heart break. As her guide and example of what kind of man was good enough for her. Like her brother, his daughter was no mere child. For her might, her power, would change the world.

"Look, Aren't they beautiful? A boy and a girl, What shall we name them?"

Their mother asked while she held her newly born children. Braun could not be happier as his face shone a warmth and joy unbound. With unmatched gentility Braun extended his hand and caressed both childrens faces. The infant's cooed happily at the touch of their father.

"Beautiful does not do them justice."

Braun said proudly before he looked at Ai. He bent over and gave her a tender kiss on her forehead.

"You amazing woman. You have given me the greatest gift possible to give. I will love them, protect them and guide them with all that I have and all that I am."

Turning back to the infants Braun ran his hand over his daughters head and smiled as a name popped into his mind.

"What about Nigriv, I think that is a fine name for a girl."

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She’d sat listening to the arguments of her siblings concerning this new addition to their already dysfunctional family, and by the sounds of it one that was unlikely to improve matters. Though the winged one intrigued her, especially her means of transportation; certainly something to investigate in the future. She drained her mug before placing it on the arm of her throne, which clicked slightly as it lowered the tankard deep within in order to refill it for her, and hopped down onto the marbled floor as her sister spoke.

”If we act too rashly or too harshly, we may make the situation even worse than it already is"

”True enough. But who’s to say that he isn’t simply covering his domains? Also when did we decide to keep out of the affairs of mortals? Not that it bothers me but if my children ask for help at the forge I’m going to give it.”

She rests her hammer on the ground next to the pool with her arms folded over the top of it as she looks at each of her siblings, shrugging her shoulders slightly.

”I’m not defending the lad, I mean we do need to talk to him and find out what’s been going on. But is bringing him here in chains going to further that?”






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Anwen had stood near Tywin while this argument had been going on, watching as his words became more heated at the discussion of this new god who had been toying with mortals. She could feel the dreams of the mortal world pressing behind her eyes; flashes of their hopes and wants, desires and needs all crashing together into a tumultuous sea of chaos.

He should be punished.

She caught glimpses of darker dreams, twisted a vile things that swirled amongst the brighter flashes of hope; though she was concerned that the mention of this god’s name seemed to twist the dreaming more than usual. As if his very nature was causing the darker dreams to surface with more frequency. Anwen hugged herself tighter as she glances around the room, the air seems to be darkening, almost as if the pool is foaming up and vomiting emptiness.

I see his soul; it seeks more till there is nothing left.

Her head twitches slightly as she comes back to reality, a frown spreading across her lips as she reaches out to sense the dreams of this god in an attempt to understand him and perhaps garner some logic behind his actions, something to explain his cruel treatment of mortals. But all she could feel was ambition, burning bright enough to blind; and a lust for wealth and power as well.

”He is strange… I feel his desires and they’re strong. His dreams are for more and more power and control and every act is filled with ambition. I fear for his ultimate goal. Tywin may be right about him…”

Her voice trails off slightly as she smiles nervously at the other gods.

”Some dreams are stronger than others…”

She mumbles as if to explain her sudden insight, and almost unconsciously takes a half step back from the group, as if fearing retaliation for her comments.

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"Valiance?"

Braun said softly, testing the name and measuring it's worth. Valiance would be courage and might, pride and selflessness but above all it would be a hope for a greater man even than Braun. Braun could not help but smile and reach out a hand to his infant son. The baby stretched out his tiny hand and gripped the finger of his father. Braun let loose a hearty laugh as proud tears welled up in his happy eyes.

"Boy's got a grip!"

He said as he reached out and lifted his son who cooed and giggled excitedly. Braun cradled the boy in his massive arms, swelling with the muscles with enough might to tear this world asunder or bring it together. Here in the moment Braun held a title greater than any. Greater than the God of Strength, Greater than the God of Conquest or even than Brotherhood for now he was a father with all the responsibilities and joy that brought with it. Something changed in Braun in that moment, holding his son. He could see the boy's potential for greatness, the promise he held in his future. Braun would do everything he could to help his son find that future. A future so bright it would shine out all others like the sun.

The baby let loose a tiny and admittedly adorable growl as he bit down on Braun's knuckle.

"This one's a fighter Ai."

He said with a deep, rolling chuckled as he allowed his boy to chew on his finger. It was then the whimper from his daughter caught Bran's attention. She looked up at her father in wanting. Braun smiled warmly and knelt beside mother and child. Valiance squirmed in his arms fighting for freedom as if the infant could run off already which only made his parents smile yet Nigriv was silent, and only barely moved yet her wide curious eyes watched all. She was the gentle one, the quiet one, the precious one.

"Greet thy sister son."

Braun said as he rocked Valiance gently whose daring gaze finally looked down at his smaller sister. Valiance reached out his tiny, chunky little hands and swung at his sisters, pawing at her begging for a fight. Nigriv whimpered and nuzzled deeper into her mother's breast while Braun pulled Valiance back gently. The God of Strength took a knee allowing Valiance and Nigriv to look at each other while in their parents arms.

"You cannot strike thy sister son. She is yours to protect and shield from any and all harm. You are her brother, she will need your strength and you must give it to her readily. Her enemies are your enemies, her pains are your pains. A man must protect his family."

Braun's words were oddly wise yet coming from a place of such warmth and belief it was fitting. It was in moments like this that the intelligence of the Strength God was on full display. He may not have been the great thinker of the likes of Mortum or Sargon yet his was a wisdom to value for he saw the truth in things. He knew what was to be cherished and what was to be defended.

Valiance gurgled out a bubble of spit that popped before he reached out a hand again to his sister. This time Braun slowly brought him closer and his infant son gently patted the head of his sister, lovingly. Braun looked up to Ai with a smile of pride.


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Tywin turned and stared at Anwen in obvious shock. She agreed with him, no one ever agreed with him. Was she different? different from the others? This one showed a wisdom and intelligence light years beyond the rest of his kin for she was not wrapped up in her own self grandiose that she could not see the logical solution that sat right before her.

"Hear the wisdom of the youngest of us..."

Tywin said respectfully to Anwen but for all to hear. He turned slowly and locked his gaze with Kaira and Sargon.

"She sees what must be done for she sees into the truth of his desires through his dreams."

Tywin took a daring step towards the lovers, his rage boiling just below the surface as the wickedness of Kaira's suggestion sparked his fury.

"I wonder though... What justice is there in having the wolf pursue him over me? Me? He who is The Law, He who is Order, who is Justice itself."

Twyin clenched his fist as the anger at being treated in such a way burned him from within.

"By what right?..."

Tywin growled viciously his hatred for Kaira was seething as he neared her.

"By what right do you put the wolf above me in my own realm? You do not replace Braun for Ulmo when the tides must come in. You do not replace Nuri for Mortum when there are souls to reap. Nay but you think to replace me? Who are you to judge me and pass sentence?"

Images flashed in Tywin mind of him drawing his sword and letting her blood coat the walls yet he suppressed his urge and merely came to a stop but a pace away, dangerously glaring at her.

"Loyalty is your realm and you are loyal aren't you? The obedient she wolf...."

His gaze flicked to Sargon and almost laughed at the canine fool before his eyes went back to Kaira.

"Yet Loyalty is not Justice. Stand beside your bed mate if you will but do not think to know more of justice than I."

Tywin's jaw clenched. He hated her, he hated them all to a point. The hypocrisy of them. There were times he wished he was more like Braun, the blissful idiot. He wished he could love them, he wished he could understand them. A part of him considered seeking Braun out when this was done, a small part.

"This council is a joke."

Tywin spat in hatred before storming out of the hall wishing for the damnation of all he left behind.

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Ai watched as Braun admired their son, with a gently smile on her face. Soon the little boy reached up and gripped his father's finger.
"Boy's got a grip!" Braun cheered and Ai laughed as she watched the two of them, then Little Valiance let off a growl and bit down on his father's knuckle. Ai let off a small gasp of surprise as she laughed, holding little Nigriv in her arms. "This one's a fighter, Ai." Braun said and she laughed. "It is to be expected." She said with a giggle. Her eyes then fell on her little girl. She was so small and so quiet, despite her parentage. She let off a small peep, wanting her father's attention as well. Ai smiled softly. "Greet thy sister, son." He told the little boy and Valiance, much like his father had with his sibling, was looking for a fight with his sister. He pawed at her and Nigriv turned her head, whimpering. "Oh shh shh, It is alright little one, he means you no harm." She cooed to ease the little girl, while Braun knelled so that Valiance and Nigriv could look at one another face to face.


"You cannot strike thy sister son. She is yours to protect and shield from any and all harm. You are her brother, she will need your strength and you must give it to her readily. Her enemies are your enemies, her pains are your pains. A man must protect his family." He told the little boy and Ai watched Braun's expression as he spoke. There were a wisdom there that Ai had not expected from him. She just smiled softly, smoothing down the hair of her little girl with the side of her finger. With that, Valiance gurgled and reached for his sister, patting her head gently. He pat her head and Nigriv giggled lightly in response as Braun looked up at Ai with pride glinting his eyes.

Ai smiled down at her small children, Her little boy, proud and strong like his father, loud like his mother, yet the small one, her little girl, quiet as a mouse, gentle and calm was unlike her parents in a way that Ai did not understand. Perhaps she was truly...innocent. Then it struck her. Nigriv, her little girl was what Ai lacked. She knew how majority of her fellow gods and goddess felt about her, Twyain all but called her a whore but it didn't bother her until now. As she looked upon the little face of her child, her daughter, who would look to her, use her as a model for herself and Ai did not want her to be anything like her. She wanted her to keep her innocence, her purity. She would teach her how NOT to be, All the things Ai was, she would make sure her daughter wasn't. It was quite the paradox but she knew it was for the best.

"They should stay in your realm, I will see them, everyday but they should be with you." She said, quietly to Braun. She knew she would but unable to resist her urges, it was in her and she did not want her children to witness it, even though at the very same time, she did not want to more then an arm's length from her children, she knew it was for the best.

Even as sad tears crawled down her face, she knew it was for the best.

Nigriv looked up at her mother, she reached up, her small fingers batting away the tears that had fallen and Valiance, seemingly in the same moment, noticed his mother's sadness as well. He looked almost...angry. He babbled on and on, reaching for her and Ai smiled, brushing her fingers against his soft face. How empathetic they were for ones so small. Ai sighed. "It is for the best..."



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Anansi had long left the dotting parents and their children. She felt as if that was what she was suppose to do. Bring help bring life into this world. Not create the life, but guide it. Interweaving the fates of two souls, mother and child. It felt amazing, she didn't feel so long anymore, but now proved a bigger problem.

They agreed mortals would be left to their own devices but mortals... they needed guidance, they would surely destroy the world if let unchecked.
Someone had already come to this conclusion, well perhaps not this exact conclusion but they felt the need to involve themselves in the affairs of mortals. Probably for some egotistical reason.

Anansi made her way back to the hall, just as Tywain boomed. "By what right do you put the wolf above me in my own realm? You do not replace Braun for Ulmo when the tides must come in. You do not replace Nuri for Mortum when there are souls to reap. Nay but you think to replace me? Who are you to judge me and pass sentence?"

What's this now? She'd missed all of this and had no idea what had happened prior but apparently, Kaira said something much to the distaste of their brother. Anansi leaned against the wall as Tywian continued his tongue lashing continued.


"Loyalty is your realm and you are loyal aren't you? The obedient she wolf...."

Anansi's eyes fell on Kaira, She could see the rage boiling inside of her.

"Yet Loyalty is not Justice. Stand beside your bed mate if you will but do not think to know more of justice than I."
Anansi arched an eyebrow at that. Bed Mate? Tywain knew not how to hold back, did he?
She looked to Kaira and then Sargon. There were something there, without a doubt, only person that would know for sure was tending to her children.

"This council is a joke."
He said and stormed right passed her and out the door, she stood beside. Anansi just shook her head, her arms folding and a leg propped against the wall.

"When you have brought the new God here, summon me again,"

Kaira said and she took left the hall.

Anansi sighed. Her siblings were something else, that was for certain. "Well for all that care, Ai had given birth to two children. A boy and a girl. I thought you all ought to know." She said, her voice impassive even though she was actually quite happy for them.

With that, she walked out and found Twyain. " Bed Mate, interesting choice of words." She said, her eyebrow still arched. As much as she hated to admit it, she knew that she had to be reasonable. The last thing they all needed was discord amongst the Gods when they had someone breaking the agreement they all had come to. They would need each and every one of the gods to handle this properly, Specifically the god of Justice.

"I don't know, nor to I care very much what was said between you all, but You are the God of Justice and a law has been broken, This is your domain, so you must handle this, handle it rationally." She said, and expected to be verbally and...possibly physically attacked but Anansi could handle herself just fine.

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"Perhaps I should answer for myself?"

Ulmo had been watching the argument between the gods with a contemplative expression on his face. Tywin was making a good point and he was about to intercede on his behalf when the god in question appeared in a flash of light. Ulmo frowned. He had gotten quite used to his own power. The god himself was smirking arrogantly at his brethren.

"Truthfully, I confess I did not know about your agreement. After all, I only came into existence with mortal men. However, even if I did know about the law, I would have broken it regardless," Nex stated, fingering his sword with a smirk should he be attacked. He regarded his brothers and sisters, his expression almost hungry.

"I am Nex. God of Power and Ambition. I am more powerful than any one of you. Power dominates the sea, the air, and the earth. Power is what dominates all who walk upon the mortal earth. Power is what caused the mortals I appeared before to serve me and only me. I am the King of the Gods by right," he announced arrogantly.

Ulmo glared at the young upstart and it seemed he glowed silvery blue from his anger.

"You are a younger god and you overestimate your own abilities, Nex."

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Ai watched as Braun stood, placing a kiss on her forehead. She sighed heavily, having a hard time, as he gently took Nigriv from her arms. She didn’t want them to go, She didn’t. It was breaking her heart to let them go but she knew they belonged some place more stable, and not in her Cove. She knew that it was for the best. Even as her children squirmed for her, all she could to was place a gentle kiss to their small foreheads.
"The home of our children is always open to you. Jorrvaskr is now as much your home as it is theirs."

Braun said and with a nod farewell, They were gone.
Ai felt empty. She stared at the entrance where Braun and her children had gone and she cried. Tears streaming down her face, Her hand clutching at her heart as it broke for the lost of her children.
Somewhere deep down she knew they weren’t truly lost and now she had a more permenant home in Jorrvaskr, rather then wherever she lay her head but she’d only just given birth to them, and already they were gone from her.
She lay against her pillow and sobbed. She knew they were to grow up there with their father instead of with their –in Tywain’s words- whore of a mother.
It was her nature, something she could not resist, a fate she could not change but deal with and she would...later, for now, she will release her sadness, recover from childbirth and then she would see her children.



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Anansi merely scoffed. His temper did not bother her in the least,
"Law? A LAW?... Tell me sister, what is The Law when no Laws are written because those would would follow the law are too fearful and ignorant of he who would enforce it they deny his very existence?"
Anansi just sighed as he continued. "No... there is no Law for the Gods. No rules they won't break, no Order to maintain. We are cursed things you and I sister, our whole misbegotten race. The difference is I am starting to realize that fact, I'm starting to see us all for the macabre punchline we all are." He said and Anansi shook her head but her amusing shifted as he spat in her direction. That was uncalled for. “Fool, You are Justice...You make the laws...” She said knowing full well he was long gone. She turned back in to the Hall, taking her postion against the wall, her arms folded and her leg propped against the wall, just as Nex spoke.
"I am Nex. God of Power and Ambition. I am more powerful than any one of you. Power dominates the sea, the air, and the earth. Power is what dominates all who walk upon the mortal earth. Power is what caused the mortals I appeared before to serve me and only me. I am the King of the Gods by right,"
Anansi laughed bitterly. She knew it was for some egotistical reason,
"You are a younger god and you overestimate your own abilities, Nex."
Ulmo said and Anansi looked up. “ You know brother, A thought occurred to me. We all hold a power directly realted to mortals, if we wanted to we could guide them.”She said, her voice was strong but not loud, still commanding attention. “ We call ourselves Gods but if we do not guide the mortals then what are we really?” She asked.
“ By no means, is our foolish brother correct in his actions but he does have a point, Don’t you agree?” [/font]

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"...Power...Ambition..."


Baraku stood in silence as he watched and listened to the events unfold. Tywin continues to annoy him with his notions that he should govern all without proving himself. So what if he could write a book? What good is that? A book cannot force anyone to it's will, without people first behaving it. An behavior for such things often is forced. Also the words from the young Goddess, whom he is unfamiliar, doesn't help to stave Tywin's ego. Besides his strong words, Baraku has seen nothing forceful from Tywin. He has come to disregard his words as nothing more than temperament. The Gods say he demonstrates tantrums...then what is the name of the act Tywin constantly commits?

Though he can agree with Tywin on one subject, his kin are irritating. As the room began to dwindle more and more, it would seem it's becoming incredibly personal between Ulmo and this Nex. Nex has his interest. His brazen act of committing a crime, then laughing about it. His claims he feels is backed by power, something Baraku is coming to believe. He sees it from Ragon's children. The beasts need power or else they are nothing. Even Ragon himself knows the Order of things, being the one who invented it. Unlike Tywin's Order, where one just simply states an opinion as if it were fact. Followed by writing exorbitant amounts of papers and literature. True, he see the value in written works, but in all honesty it has no power unless your willing to follow them. And what sort of person would want that type of power? Power is best when it can be directly taken...not given.

Nex is exemplifying the kind of power that one must respect. One that asserts power but takes it and wields it without consent. Unbridled power. Still his arrogance is a bit, testing. While he can respect him using his power to dominate others, Baraku isn't keen on being lorded over. No less is he comfortable conforming to Tywin's laws; if the Gods ever decided to give that pompous braggart power. In the meantime it would seem Sargon would meet him. Though Baraku is curious on why it's taking him so long. Oh well, at least it gives him more time to observe. Baraku is quite curious of Nex. His rebellious display has inspired Baraku some what. Proving that making prominent displays garner notice and infamy. Both very useful in claiming power. Reputation alone can submit others, so long as it is consistent.

Perhaps Baraku should attempt to walk his path of power. Though despite his apparent rivals, he believes could achieve this ambition as well. Though he would first need to demonstrate power but first he must have power. Taking a number of things in consideration, he should first exercise his power of a God. Create a race of his own. He has yet to do such things, more concerned with training his body and mind. If he could have a successfully powerful race, it reflects on him. They can even spread his reputation around as well. Then next would be to test his strength. Yet how? He has much to consider. With people like Nex and Tywin working towards these goals he would have to act quickly. Soon he would leave.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Caelum Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Strach Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Mortum Character Portrait: Baraku Character Portrait: Zexilles Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Ereph Character Portrait: Elden Edderast Character Portrait: Urgael Character Portrait: Cynn Character Portrait: Tywin *WIP* Character Portrait: Caylea Character Portrait: Avis Character Portrait: Anwen Character Portrait: Nigriv Character Portrait: Valiance Character Portrait: Kalel Character Portrait: Arthas
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The Age of Avatars and Mortals

In which Avatars are chosen by the Gods to represent them to the mortal races and guide their followers' kingdoms.



Nex and Cain's punishment for their transgression was lenient, given the circumstances. As selfish and arrogant as the god was, Nex had revealed a new innovation which could be used by the gods to guide and protect their mortal followers without worrying about the threat of destruction inherent in the divinities directly interfering with mortals: the Avatar. The Avatar was an unique being: not quite divine, but not quite mortal either. He or she was connected to their patron deity in a way no mortal could hope to comprehend, gifted with divine power, knowledge, and wisdom. The Avatars were the few mortals who could travel to the Realm of the Gods at will. This innovation went far beyond what Nex had originally envisioned. The Avatar was not just a tool for a deity to enforce his or her will upon their followers, he or she was their advocate. Through them, the gods learned more about their own creations.

Thus, Nex and Cain were sentenced to a slumber that lasted until every deity had chosen his or her own Avatar or chose not to select one. Nex's followers, however, did not forget their god or their semi-divine leader. Nex's teachings were remembered and spread throughout the humans who made their home in the Shifting Desert. Thus, when Cain returned and proved his claim of kingship and identity as the Avatar of Nex by conquering the Qarthian Tribes.

The Gods were not untouched by Time, however. Despite mortal perceptions of the agelessness of the gods, the deities knew times of great joy and great. The birth of Nigriv and Valiance were occasions of great joy for the gods, but the death and fading away of their siblings took its toll. Tywin's death in particular was a shock to the gods. He had seemed so strong, but his mental state was unstable. Braun himself had taken charge of Tywin's funeral and like all the acts of the God of Strength and Brotherhood, it was immortalized in song both in the Realm of the Gods and in the Realm of Men.




Caspian

Atalantae... Truly, in Caspian's opinion, it was the greatest city in the world. It lacked the famous Academy at Icharus, it was nowhere near as opulent as Gela, and the dour grimness of Jukta, but it remained the largest and greatest of the cities of the Avuvians. Only the walls of Jukta rivaled the great concentric fortifications of Atalantae. Though all Avuvian cities were trade hubs, no other city had the sheer quantity and quality of goods pouring into it as Atalantae. Today, only he remembered its humble beginnings.

He was born a fisherman like his father and his father before him all the way back to the time Ulmo first made himself known to the mortal men who were drawn to the Sea. Today, his 16th birthday, was the day he would finally be allowed to take his father's ship out to Sea on his own.

"Son, please be careful," his mother warned him worriedly, "Remember the first thing Lord Ulmo revealed to us: Neither the Sea's nor his moods are fixed. The Sea can turn violent when you least expect it."

"Do not worry, Mother. I will be fine," he told her in a placating tone, the type that young men used when they wanted their parents reminded them of a piece of wisdom that they had heard countless times before. His mother sighed even as his father spoke, placing a big, callused hand on his shoulder.

"Do not sail beyond sight of land, Caspian. You do not know what it is to be on the open Sea."

"I won't. I promise," he told them.

Of course, he did not keep his promise. The wind was behind his back and the Sea air was in his lungs. The Sun was shining without a cloud ins sight. He cast his nets in the shallows, but found nothing. So, he sailed further and further, recasting his nets as he did so until, finally, he was indeed out of sight from land and had nothing to show for it. He grimaced and cursed and did not notice how the sky darkened as the day went on until, finally, it was as though the sky was thrust open as water poured from above and the waves shook and crashed against his vessel. He plunged put all his strength into maintaining course with his rudder, desperately sailing back to whence he came. Lightning flashed and he cursed at Ulmo.

"Damn you, I will not die like this! I'm going home and there's nothing you can do to stop me!" he roared. Almost in answer, a great wave crashed against his boat and he cried out in fear. He tried to drain his vessel with a bucket, but failed. His boat fell apart and he sank into the abyss.

It was beautiful he had noticed, in a grim sort of way. Despite his pride, he prayed to Ulmo to care for his parents and that they would somehow know that he was sorry for disobeying them. In that instant, he water around him seemed to glow in an ethereal blue and silver light. "Am I dead?" he asked himself. His lungs no longer burned from the salt water filling them. Then, he saw him. He was like a man, but more than a man. His hair was an unnatural blue color and his blue and silver robe did not seem wet, though they were both submerged in the Sea. In fact, he did not seem to be swimming at all. He just moved, as though he was simply willing it.

"You are a proud young man," the man said and his words seemed to acho around him, like the song of a whale and it was then Caspian recognized him, his eyes daring to the trident he carried.

"Are you here to lead me to the Land of the Dead, Lord Ulmo. Or are you here to punish me?" he asked, trying to conceal his fear. The god simply smiled.

"Neither. Normally, I do not rescue foolish boys who chose to test the Sea, but I see something special in you. You have a hidden strength beyond most mortals," the god told him. Then, Ulmo approached him and pressed their foreheads together as light shined around them and Caspian almost screamed at the multitude of sensations he felt. He felt far older than his 16 years and far more powerful. He gasped as Ulmo pulled away.

"We are bonded forever," the Sea God told him, "Come. Return to our people. You are my gift to them, my Avatar."

Without knowing how he was able to, Caspian willed the water around him to propel him forward. Caspian smiled and laughed in euphoria, not questioning what this meant, simply reveling in it. He almost didn't here Ulmo's words in his mind.

"Good luck, Caspian."


The Avatar of Ulmo smiled from his place in the highest part of Atalante at the top of the highest tower of the Citadel. He had not known what it meant then, but he did not regret it now, even as he mourned the friends and family he watched grow old and die. He knew better than most that death wasn't the end.

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Caelum Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Baraku Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Ereph Character Portrait: Elden Edderast Character Portrait: Cynn Character Portrait: Caylea Character Portrait: Avis Character Portrait: Anwen Character Portrait: Arthas
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Karkorthi


It wasn't that she thought herself above the others, but Karkorthi had quietly withdrawn into her realm in the eons to follow Nex's fall. When she crafted at all, she released simple, hidden things that more than likely escaped the notice of her siblings entirely. When the peoples of the races of the other Gods started scrambling after the little treasures in her rock, she bid them not hollow carelessly. Those that did not listen, who let their greed outweigh their caution and respect, were met with those hidden terrors.

For the most part, she sat in her cave and lived apart from the passion and the rage that routinely shook Ulmo's court; attending only when directly invited, and even then mostly just reclining on her throne with the occasional wise word of neutrality.

But she wasn't entirely detatched from Ashariel. When craftsmen began to emerge out of the primal tribesmen to hew stone into building and statue, she was delighted at the creativity. When miners carved niche shrines to Her in their lonely tunnels and prayed for their safety with bawdy working songs, she laughed (Now wouldn't THAT sound strike her siblings dead with shock that she was capable of humor!).

Patiently and slowly, her worshipers grew by word of mouth and simple layman need to call to the soil and mountain for succor. Disenchanted members of the other Gods' races gathered in Her mountains and carved for themselves great stone cities of beauty and function. Stone masons flocked to these high-quality quarries and made Her temples things of lasting beauty even while their craft began bringing coin and trade to her high rocky roads.

As always when these things happen, there were those who attempted to corrupt Her ideals. Especially as Humankind evolved and their ever-present greed for the shiny and valuable turned their eyes to the treasures she offered. It caused her no end of simmering resentment when -they- came to her fledgling kingdom.

And so, rather than suffer their slow destruction of what she had watched so carefully grow, Karkorthi stirred from her darkness and reached out.

They were such small things, really. A leftover from her bargain with Ragon. They lived in her ravines and craggy foothills, embraced in snug earthen burrows and sunning themselves as if they were one with the rocks they lounged on. They had repaid her shelter with care for every generation that passed - carving stones with sand and talon until great spires were riddled with holes that sang to her in the wind.

She had mostly left them alone, as she had done everything else. But when the cities began arriving, a surprising thing happened. They had forgone the Beast God's primal bloodlust and bid peacefully to be allowed to worship at Her temples and live in Her cities. Ragon had dismissed them as weak and unfit. Their numbers dwindled in slow, agonizing patterns. It only made them all the more reverent of their second Creator, and with every tribal song and newhatched heart had they begged her to spare them.

Ebis'en had been Touched by the Goddess in his very egg. It'd been slate grey, and hard as a stone - unheard of in the soft-shelled clutch of brothers. When he hatched, he was as dark grey as the granite of the mountains, and grew into adulthood as a strange creature by the measure of all who came to know him.

When he first arrived in the city and approached temple elders quietly claiming to hear Karkorthi's will, he was all but stoned for heresy. That didn't last long. Karkorthi buried the laughing priests in their own stone towers with an angry quake. It took years longer, but it couldn't be denied Ebis'en was Her Avatar. His reptilian people rejoiced that She might be earing their pleas, after all, and the other myriad races praised that She saw them all as fit for her protection and guidance.

Ebis'en settled stoicly into his responsibilities on Ashariel, and in the Realm of Gods, Karkorthi finally stirred and made her presence known in the great Halls of her siblings.

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Character Portrait: [NPC] Bartender Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Mask Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Caelum Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Strach Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Mortum Character Portrait: Baraku Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai Character Portrait: Elden Edderast Character Portrait: Urgael Character Portrait: Avis Character Portrait: Anwen Character Portrait: Nigriv Character Portrait: Valiance
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The pass of Kal'Thundgar, one of eight mountain passes to the north of Numenor, cutting through the towering and impassible Spine of the World. It was the narrower of the eight, and only allowed for small columns to navigate its treacherous paths. Long had each pass been protected by the Frostback clan (center armor) a clan of rugged and hardy lycans who had sworn an oath to protect the mountains of the north from invaders. Such an oath as was being fulfilled this day...

The orcs of the Varish Marshes to the north west of the spine had surged out of their territory. If they were fleeing, or simply seeking to extend their lands was unknown to the lycans. However what was evident, was that they butchered and raided everything in their paths. Scouts had reported other villages outside of Numenor torched and put to the sword, and soon after their filth was crawling over the hills of Kal'Thundgar. The Frostbacks fought valiantly, holding the line and keeping the hordes from pushing to far in, but they proved to many....

Finally after months of fighting had brought renewed hope as the First Legion, had reinforced the Frostbacks and pushed the hordes back out of Numenor. The threat however was not over, as instead of route and flee, the monsters simply gathered their forces and waited to attack....


The clouds began to slowly and sporadically block the heavens above, and with it the all to familiar rains of Numenor. On most given days, the lycans would be joyed at the blessing of their god, but now it was only adding to the tension growing between the two armies that made this field their home this day.

The lycans (right armor), a race of beings considered legend by most men and mer, had gathered under the banner of the First Legion. A renowned and famed veteran army within the Empire, whos' history dated back to the founding of the Empire and the Wraith Wars. The army condensed around the opening of a narrow pass, Kal'Thundgar.

Across the field, a wide and filth infested horde of orcs had crawled from the swamps to challenge them. Their hisses and shrikes were meant to intimidate the stalwart defenders, but instead made them seem only that much more barbaric. The rain pattered against the armor of both lines, and the slow rise of steam from the heated bodies. This was an all to familiar sight to the legionaries of the Empire.

Across the lycan lines men and women (left armor) could be seen shouting orders and giving commands. They were the elite of the Empire, the third tier of military leaders. From young and brash lieutenants to seasoned and grizzled field marshals, each had the task of carrying for the men and women under them, and each was willing to risk their lives for the Empire.

"Skirmish formations" A strong and commanding voice said riding through the lines

Immediately orders were being give and the legions were shifting. Where before the infantry had made a solid line, they now split and flanked their archers.

"I was beginning to think you would not show" Khali, a hero amongst the lycans and famed sorceress, spoke as her brother trotted up beside her.

Dragonmiir removed his helmet, "What and miss another battle" he smirked "Nonsense"

A third figure rode up beside the heros, this ones blonde hair bounced softly over her shoulders "I suspect this to be short, though the lack of mages will simply draw out the inevitable" Katharine said

"Lack of magic" Khali asked raising her brow

Dragonmiir brushed the comment aside "The mages are present sisters"

"Really?" Katharine leaned forward in her saddle "Because I didn't notice a single witcher or battle mage when I rode up"

"They are here" Sargon pointed to the western forest, where a distinct hawk could be seen flying above "When we route these beasts they will head for the forest, thinking they are protected from our arrows. They will be met with far worse"

"A sure way to ensure victory" Selena said walking up "My rangers and duailsts have merged into our lines, if any orc of caliber attempts to rally or inspire this horde" she smiled and cocked her head "Well it will not last long"

Dragonmiir nodded his head, he raised his hand, and gave the signal to march. Across the lycan lines the horns of battle could be heard, and the army surged forward.

"I thought Arewan was to accompany you" Selena said to Dragonmiir

He looked to the forest where the hawk still circled "We will see her soon enough"

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Her domain had ever been an unceasing hive of activity as elementals, constructs and more laboured into eternity to bring life to the visions of creation that Nuri desired. This was somewhat mirrored in the mortal realm as forge-temples had begun to appear across Ashariel as both holy sites of worship for the goddess and innovative hubs within many communities that welcomed her patronage; fast becoming a place for many who sought her blessing . From time to time Nuri had wandered these temples, teaching her priesthood new skills and methods as a traveling member of her clergy as she rarely wished her presence to be known. It had been on one of these visits that she’d met him, a young boy then he had been a natural at working metal, gifted with an unnatural insight into how the world worked that rivalled that of the gods who’d helped piece it together. She had been impressed and had taken the boy into her care at one of the major temples at the heart of Ignarius. They spent many decades working together and at times the boy offered a great challenge to her skills, though often paling in comparison he was certainly one of the rare few, be they mortal or immortal who had achieved such. In time she bestowed a gift to the boy, naming him her Avatar within the mortal realm and herald of her wisdom.

Her children were fast becoming one of the world’s major cultures, with a nation of their own that was able to stand tall on its own strengths, their fervour and dedication to craft and invention had impressed her greatly but it was only to be expected, and they had not failed in her expectations. Their holding in the north had been advancing more and more to the point where they had risen to become a nation in their own and were trading with other races across the world. This pleased Nuri to note that they were fast becoming self-sufficient and practical warriors of the forge, especially since their craft was something to protect from those too close minded to understand it and share it with those who could benefit from its advancement. While she knew many saw the Fire Giants with a hint of fear at first the time when they were seen as evil creatures simply because of their appearance was ebbing more and more, especially with the benefits they were introducing to irrigation and transport of goods. Their fervour and dedication to craft and invention had impressed her greatly but it was only to be expected; though, she had to concede, that it was probably due to the fact that the giants themselves were seen less and less these days due to their work taking them below the earth and leaving their half-breed children to govern affairs with other nations that had aided in relations for the most part. Even so this pleased Nuri to note that they were fast becoming self-sufficient and practical warriors of the forge, especially since their craft was something to protect from those too close minded to understand it and share it with those who could benefit from its advancement.

She smiled as she thought about her children’s development and continued growth into what she always hoped was an honourable and stalwart race of beings. Though there were still many challenges ahead of them she knew they would survive them, her mind thinking back to when they had awoken dark creatures hidden beneath the earth and drowned them in fire or tamed them as beasts of burden before creating machines to replace their role. Her thoughts were broken as the sound of footsteps caused her to pause in her work at the forge before her and turn towards the newcomer. A tall figure whose silvery hair flowed down around his shoulders, merging with his beard as it did so. His clothing was clearly designed for dealing with volatile materials and tools of a similar design, with leather guards and pockets dotted across it. A belt ran around his middle, with some straps trailing up his torso and down his legs, with every available surface of the belt covered in more pockets, satchels, and containers which looked akin to quiver;. Into each of these were a multitude of items ranging from vials of multi-coloured liquids, to tools, to scrolls with spider-like writing scrawled across them.

”Aye? What is it?”

He smiled for a moment, his hands fiddling with a small contraption of interlocking bronze tubing.

”It would appear that your family has gathered again, just wondering if you’d be asked to go or if it was simply an impromptu arrangement?”

Nuri cocked her head for a moment, lightly clicking her tongue.

”There be a storm a brewin’ in the halls so my guess is the latter. Sounding like Baraku be stirring the pot. Canny lad but troubled from what I can see.”

She shrugged half to herself and with that Nuri’s body shifted to be entirely made of living flames for a moment before vanishing to reappear outside the great doors to the Halls. It had been a long time since she’d last been in the company of more than a handful of her siblings; in fact it had actually been an age since she’d spent much time with any of her kin.

Pausing for a moment before she entered she gently laid a gloved hand onto the smooth surface of Tywin’s statue, half chuckling to herself as it left a soot-covered handprint on the stone. While not her proudest work the statue itself had been a worthy creation and something she’d hoped would honour the memory of the god who had felt rejected by them all. Gently patting the stone so that the soot drifted away she smiled up at the dead god’s regal features and sighed to herself that for all the pretty words of their so call council there was very little unity or cooperation between the individual deities themselves.

As she pushed open the door she heard the last heated words echoing like caged thunder around the great room before a small, timid child who could have been no other than Braun’s girl give the thunder god his answer. Having heard a reasonable amount of the exchange as she'd paused outside, she nodded approvingly at the little goddess’ words and smiled mostly to herself as she awaited Baraku’s retort.






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She was lost in darkness. It felt familiar. Comforting almost.

Opening her eyes she saw the vivid clash of dreams being born and dying across her realm. Oddly it filled her with a sense of detachment but she couldn’t fathom why exactly. She stretched her muscles and flexed her wings before soaring across the multiverse of the mortal’s hopes and desires made manifest. It almost made her smile for a moment, rekindling her true enjoyment. She couldn’t remember why that felt strange and what reason there was for her to feel such sadness instead.

”Hello. My Sweet dreamer.”

The voice was low and hinted at a smile curving the speakers lips. Anwen turned to see the armoured figure of Tywin smiling at her, his shining gauntlet reaching out to her, wishing to hold her hand in his. His smile warmed her for a moment, causing her to smile in return as the mis-matched void around them shifted to that of the mortal realm.

”I missed you.”

As she took his hand in hers she looked upon his features, remembering the smile he’d given her when they first met. Such a warm smile for such a dark being, she thought but it didn’t feel right to think that. Shaking her head slightly she laughed slightly as his hand squeezed hers.

”What ails you?”

He asked quizzically, his dark eyes staring down at her, the skin around them creasing in concern for her. Yet his eyes didn’t seem to hold that concern, or did they? She couldn’t be sure. Why couldn’t she be sure?

”No matter my dear, it is something we can resolve.”

His eyes… They were just dark. Nothing at all. Just empty voids where his eyes should be. Voids filled with never-ending swirling stars.

”No… This..”

Anwen’s grip began to slacken as her body jerked ever so slightly and her brow furrowed in confusion; whereas Tywin’s expression seemed to harden a little and his grip tightened.

”Don’t. Everything is perfectly fine.”

His smile which had seemed lovely and sweet appeared to be expanding a little more than his mouth should have allowed.

”Don’t leave me again...”

She looked down at her hand, where the gauntlet was rippling slightly, a wave running through liquated material which should not have been possible. Her free hand reached down to try and prise her other free, her body jerking again as she became more aware of her surroundings.

”It’s your fault…”

His voice was bitter and accusing now, blood pooling at the corners of his mouth as he stared down at her. His skin was becoming pale, almost pure white in fact.

”Why do you reject me lover?”

The rippling wove its way through the entirety of Tywin before shattering and sending shards of the warrior of Justice into the void, leaving in its place a figure in a torn and tattered suit with pale, alabaster looking skin and a shock of ebony black hair. His cold eyes remaining the same as they bore into her. She stared back for a moment before bringing her once trapped hand up, her manner calm and collected, as she placed It squarely across his chest. And in a soft whisper she replied.

”Because seek only to control your other half and bring ruin to all that I am. I’m sorry Dream but I cannot be your lover because I do not love you.”

Her eyes were sad as she finished, pushing the man away even as he howled and tried to tear and claw at her. His face a mask of anguish and hate.

”BUT WE ARE ONE!!!”

She turned and flew beyond the dreaming world and re-entered Ashariel where she had left it all those years before, and despite having returned in that time she rarely stayed for long. The snow-covered mountain-top had changed somewhat and upon which was now built a complex of temples and shrines of the Wanderers; a place for those who travelled the world to bring back their tales and rest and record what was happening in the world of mortals. It was a neutral home for those caught in the throes of wanderlust and a collective of like-minded individuals who wished to travel for the sake of the journey. The mountains were ringed with clouds and had often given the place an appearance of being kept aloft by the clouds themselves and detached from the world below.

Smiling to her as the songs and dreams and thoughts of travel drifted up from the hundreds gathering below her she slowly soared across the skies. Her destination unknown and her cause for returning vague she wandered with the hope that the journey would reveal itself.

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Baraku's baiting question went unanswered as the displeasure of the Wolf Lord howled out like a hunter in the night. Sargon put an end to the debate on the merit's of Baraku's supposed mistreatment as he addressed Arthas. Arthas was honestly grateful Sargon commanded the respect he did from his peers. His ability to command the room kept things from escalating further. Baraku seemed immune to Arthas' aura, perhaps it was merely out of his counter aura, perhaps his tempest heart could simply not be tempered. Whatever the reason Baraku seemed intent on causing mayhem wherever he went yet it was his words of mistreatment that truly struck a cord with Arthas. As the newly made Justice God had stated he had all of Tywin's memories. He beyond any knew where Baraku was coming from. He knew the anger in his heart, the lingering sting of a families ire.

Yet before Arthas could speak his peace Sargon put an end to the conversation between the Demon and the Knight.

"Arthas, What Baraku speaks is true. We have imprisoned one brother for crimes against the council. Do not make me imprison another. Prove to me that you are a just heir to my brothers throne."

Arthas turned to his elder brother with respect.

"I have no way to prove my worth to thee but my own solemn vow and oath on my honor to serve the will of the council. If I may..."

Arthas said with a slight pause as he slowly drew his sword. He stepped back and took a knee, placing the tip of the blade on the floor and gripped the pommel as he bowed his head in reverence to all the gods in attendance. The instant Arthas knelt his legion of White Cloaks followed suit, the sound of their metallic bodies bowing in unison rung out through the hall of immortals. Arthas took a moment to collect his thought before speaking.

"I, Arthas, first of my name and heir to the throne of Tywin, ask only for the honor to serve the will of the council and all of it's members from this day unto my last day. The laws of the council will be mine to uphold, the realms of it's members will be mine to protect and all those within it I shall defend. I pledge my sword and my life to the pursuit of justice and the defense of the weak. I shall serve honorably and faithfully in all aspects of my duties. If I am granted this honor my pledge shall be as such."

Arthas for the first time rose his head to look into the eyes of his elder brother Sargon. His gaze was courageous and strong, full of promise and truth. As he rose his head so too did all the White Cloak automatons kneeling behind him. As he spoke out his pledge they echoed out his words in angelic unison.

"Neither in brightest day nor blackest night shall any evil escape my sight, for those that worship evil's might shall beware my power and holy light."

Braun folded his arms across his broad chest as he listened to the passionate vow spoken by his youngest brother. He was impressed by the young gods courage, honesty and nobility of spirit. There were none of his kin besides maybe Karia that had such a presence of utter truth and honor. Braun flicked his gaze to his brother Sargon, curious to his judgement on Arthas' oath. Braun would have honestly preferred his test come in the form of combat or quest yet Arthas seemed to be a man who saw little point in proving his metal physically and instead seemed more willing to deal with matters peacefully as proven by his way of skillfully dealing with Baraku's unkind words with words of his own. Braun was still feeling raw at not only Baraku's harsh words about Tywin and then the way he tried to pass the blame to everyone else. Braun loved Baraku but there were times when he just couldn't understand him just like...

Braun turned to Baraku horrified of what he'd just come to realize. He understood Baraku no better than he understood Tywin before his death. This lack of understanding served only to strengthen the wall Tywin built up around himself. It further isolated him from his kin. Braun knew he could have done more to make Tywin feel more at ease among the family but failed to do so. he would not fail Baraku as he failed Tywin. He would make things right with him, he would not fail another brother.

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Once again it appeared that the gathering of gods had simply sparked more trouble than would have been had it not occurred; though this time as the lord of Thunder strode past Nuri was tempted to halt him because this discord was beginning to bother her, especially since it usually required her to be pulled from her craft which always agitated the goddess. But in a moment he was gone and the hall seemed brighter for it, with what appeared to be the children of Braun and Sargon making small talk in a corner and other deities milling around.

We really don't work as a family do we? Nuri thought to herself before shaking her head and walking out of the halls. I don't know why I even turn up for these things. They never seek me save when they require a weapon unlike any other or a new device of beauty to woo a mortal or another deity.

She sighed to herself as her melancholy thoughts began to get the better of her once more, before stretching her muscles and returning to the welcoming glow of her forges. She smiled to herself and took it all in, the roaring fires and hunched figures as far as the eye could see and hers were exceptional. Morden had went about his business so her chamber was empty save for her creations and current works. On a rig nearby was a device raised up so it was possible to work under it, so she knelt down and lay on her back, pulling herself beneath the contraption. It was a great beast of metal with hundreds of crystals and focusing points of magical energies which seemed to thrum with power as she worked new runes into them. It was directly on the base of this creation that several pyramid shapes of sharp blue rested, each sparking lightning between them and causing the rest to shake and jerk slightly till Nuri tightened the locks holding it in place with a gesture.

It had been something she'd worked on for some time now and would most likely continue to do so. A marvel some would have called it in the mortal world but she wasn't sure if the world was ready for it. Perhaps her own people would do best to have it as an aid then in time introduce it at their own pace. Nodding to herself she decided that was best and brushing several crystal shavings from her cheeks she continued calibrating the power of the device.






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The world seemed peaceful from up here as she stared at the rolling hills, patchwork of farmland and winding rivers which seemed to go on forever across the world. Though it had been an age since she'd last been able to bask in the wonder of the world, her distant view of events around her shifted as she caught sight of the Hall of the Gods. The place where she had fallen so long ago and met the only one of her kin to have enjoyed her company. The memory of Tywin caused her to smile and note that it had been too long since she'd seen him.

In fact after their first meeting he seemed to have all but vanished... though she did remember times when he had came to see her since she had withdrawn back to the heavens. She had never visited him however and seeing the halls made her sad at that and so she flew towards them.

Landing lightly at the doors she caught sight of what appeared to be a statue of Tywin, certainly odd given that it was the only statue out here and no more existed for any other of the pantheon. A little perplexed she wondered if it were simply a deterent for others like Nex, the memory of him gave her cause to shiver and she decided it would have no other purpose but to ward against such as he.

Pushing open the doors slowly she entered the halls and smiled to herself as she saw an armoured figure in regal gold. Tywin looked just as she remembered him. He was kind and just. The protector of the gods that they needed, but perhaps not the one they deserved. Her smile broadening yet at the same time the corners of her mouth twitched as uncertainty sparked in her mind, urging her to turn back; yet instead she simply ran, half flying towards Tywin. Her arms wrapping around his broad shoulders and clinging tightly.


”Tywin, I've missed you. Why has it been so long sin-” Her voice faltered as his head turned, her eyes locking with his and wandering his features. She suddenly looked lost and confused, her grip tightening somewhat as she felt herself pulling within moment by moment.

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The sudden embrace had caught Arthas off guard. Around his shoulders someone had lovingly tossed their arms around him and squeezed tightly as if finally finding a long lost loved one. Arthas stiffened for a moment as he turned his head to the melodious voice speaking to him from behind.

”Tywin, I've missed you. Why has it been so long sin-”

The eyes of the God of Justice, blue and shinning like the finest crystal or the wealth of the sea fell upon the winged beauty for the first time. Her hair was golden like the rays of the sun and her skin was soft as silk. Drifting down her back was the most magnificent set of feathered wings of the purest white. Arthas was captivated by her and found him wishing for the briefest of moments that he was the one she sought so he may remain in her embrace.

Alas as her words trailed off and her eyes fixed on his the truth was revealed. He was not the man she thought him to be and the loving warmth she had first exhibited slowly transformed into confusion. Worst still to not be holding he whom she sought in her arms saddened the beautiful winged Goddess and that brought pain to the kindly heart of the noble Knight God. Looking in her eyes and observing her demeanor something struck Arthas as strange. She called him Tywin, not that odd considering their similarities in attire yet Tywin was dead and has been for some time. If by chance this Goddess was not aware of his death the news of his loss and Arthas' very existence as his heir may be difficult for her to handle.

"I'm sorry My Lady but I am not Twyin. Perhaps if you would do me the honor of taking air with me we may speak on him."

Arthas said respectively and with more than a little charm. He offered her his arm before turning to Nigriv and excusing himself.

"If you would excuse me."

He said with a short bow before he led Anwen outside. Tywin's memories began flooding into him, memories of his first meeting with the goddess. Memories from just before the end. One of the few moments of light in his dark world. She crashed into him, flying through one of the windows in the Hall of the Gods. He had been kind to her, and helped her up. As Tywin Arthas could remember him being impressed by her wisdom as well as grateful for her kind nature for unlike the rest of his kin she did not view him negatively but instead with good favor. She judged him not for his past but what he did in the present and for that she was special to him.

Now Tywin was gone, perhaps the only one Anwen truly knew and Arthas took it upon his shoulders the burden of breaking such difficult news. It was his responsibility as Tywin's heir yet he did not lament the thought of bringing her pain. Such a beautiful being, one so kind and gentle should not have to bear such pain but life and death was not gentle to the kind or the righteous. It's pains came to all in time yet if it was at all possible Arthas would soften the blow as much as he could. As they walked, her arm linked with his the cool breeze began to kick about, causing Arthas' cloak to whip around behind him. In the distance he could see the statue of Tywin, it would be there he would give her the news and allow her to mourn.