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Caylea

The Goddess of Day, Light and the Sun.

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

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ImageGod Name: Caylea.

Title: The Goddess of Day, Light and the Sun. She is the creator of day and the sun that brings it to light.

Gender: Female.

Alignment: Good | Neutral.

God Appearance: Caylea's new body takes on the appearance of a young girl, noticeably in her teenage years, estimated at an age of around sixteen to eighteen, with fair skin, dazzlingly big hazel-brown eyes and a complexion of youth. She does not see herself as anything about average because narcissism gets on her last nerve, but would not consider herself hideously unattractive either. Her features are in proportion, despite her eyes being too large for her own good, and her mouth being thing and strangely narrow. She has a thick head of golden-brown hair, reaching down to her neck and having a wispy fringe that falls over her eyes some, somewhat pinned back by two pale pink flower pins. She stands at a height of 5'0" with a weight of 90lbs, making her a decent weight for her height and giving her a sort of slender look, her legs considerably long. Overall, she has more of a cutesy and adorable look to her than being womanly beautiful.

Personality: She is an extremely optimistic young woman who is kind-hearted, soft-spoken and amazingly quirky. She surrounds herself in a bubble of positivity, so to speak, and while she does understand that outside of her little bubble negative things do happen in the world, but it is her refusal to accept such ideas that makes her so different from so many other people. If there is one thing she loves to do the most, it is to ask questions, find out information and act on her curiosity, making her an inquisitive person. She can be very social and always want to chat to people, asking them how their day has been or generally just meeting new people, making friends and forming relationships with both Mortals and Gods/Goddesses alike.

Being Goddess of the daylight, she will always try to 'shed light' on other people's days by doing things that she thinks will make other people happy, even if they upset her. She may be strictly positive but that does not mean she doesn't feel negative emotions in certain situations. She is an emotional girl and is hurt easily by the harsh words of other people, and feels that her bubble is sort of like protection. Under very exceptional circumstances, for example if her friends or people are in a position of danger, then and only then will she act violently towards another person.

Opinion of mortals: She favours her own people above the other mortals, but treats them all with as much respect as she would treat her own civilization and other Gods alike. Like stated above, she can be extremely defensive over the mortals, even if they are not her own, especially if they are in a position where they have no power to defend themselves. She has no problem sticking up for them.

God’s Domain: Naturally, her domain lies within the sky, where she feels protected and guarded by the blinding light of the sun. There she cocoons herself, so that no one may reach her whilst she is peacefully resting. To describe this domain would be an impossible task as no one has ever seen it and lived to tell the tale, either because they've been burnt to a crisp by the heat radiating from her body or her naturally territorial nature has caused her to act out against them. That or they've been grounded and can't possible reach her at such a height. Of a night time, she has no home in the sky as the sun disappears, which means that she will sleep within the confines of her Kingdom, Cerix, and inside of a room that is almost as bright and hot as the sun itself, making it impossible to enter.



Avatar Name: Yet to be chosen.

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Personality: --

Magic Abilities: --

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Hero(es): Yet to be chosen.

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ImageTerrain Preference: Areas where there is much light, preferably on the top of mountains, large hills, clearings in forests where the sun shines down upon them.

Name of Kingdom/Empire: Cecerixan.

Capital: Cerix (shown to the right), which is a large city that sits deep within the forest of Cecerixan, in the centre of an extremely large clearing. The city is very large, homing thousands and thousands of people, who bask in the glow of the sun. Of a night time they retreat to the thousands of buildings, holding an eternal light given to them by their Goddess. The entire city is covered in greenery, the buildings are taller than most modern skyscrapers and the city itself does not hold walls for protection but the forest around Cerix is heavily guarded with soldiers of the sun.

Major Cities: There are three major cities within Cecerixan, the first of which being Cece, a city up within the mountains, where they feel comfort in being closer to their Goddess and the thing that gives them light. They are where the richest and most privileged of Caylea's people live, purposely separating themselves from the poor and unfortunate. The second city is Yela, where the communists of Cecerixan situate themselves. Here they believe in the equality of men and women, and are proud to label themselves middle class. Their home lies out in large fields and meadows, where they farm for their food and materials. This city is much more of an extremely large village than an actual city. The third and most impoverished of the three major cities is Rixan, where those without wealth are pushed aside and left to suffer on their own. Their home is left without the gift of Caylea's light, mainly because only the purest of hearts have their fire burning for an eternity, and the people living with Rixan are thieves and crafty merchants.

Society: The attitude of the people of Cecerixan is solely dependent on which city the come from. Some can be territorial, other can be calm and collected, whilst the people of the poorer cities can be crafty and a bunch of liars and cheats. As a whole they are a fairly wealthy country, due to how much the people of Yela farm materials, food and other things. They also use their gift of light to trade certain items with other countries, crafted and enchanted by Caylea's sunlight. The most common weapon and armour sold are the ones made entirely of light energy, taking the form of a gold-like material, which is extremely hard to slice through and can blind enemies with its glow. The countries who rely on the sunlight and daylight in order to survive are also reliant on Cecerixan, earning them quite a few allies who help to protect them. Their army, what with the armour they craft, is fairly strong but are lacking in number as most soldiers work to defend the surrounding forest of Cerix.

So begins...

Caylea's Story

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


Valiance bowed "May I?"

"Come" Sylvanas said gesturing with her finger, she strutted past Valiance without a second thought, making her way out of Throne Room. After a few minutes of walking through corridors, she came to the Training Room; a simple barren and empty room in which the gods and goddess would train with one another. This room was unique however, as it would mold and shape itself to the desired setting the trainees wished.

Sylvanas smiled, as the room began to shift and mold, a heavily forested grove birthed into being. She reached over her shoulders, gripping the hilts of her blades. With a graceful and quick pull, they were released from their sheaths, and with a quick twirl of her wrist the spun around to mimic her turn to face Valiance.

"I do hope your ready dear cousin" Sylvanas said lowering the tips of her swords. Her grace mirrored that of her mother, the fluidity in which she moved. The determination in her eyes however would strike unease in any god, for it was the same look that the god of shadows had. A look that let the opponent knew, regardless of their strengths and skills, they would fail.

Numenor


Cal Azroth

The Council gathered in the War Chamber, a place of power from which much of the Empires decisions had been made after Numenor had been secured. This room held the ruling class of the Empire, the "elite"; military officials, masters, and nobles as well as the ruling clan. The War Chamber was designed in an rectangular shape with rounded ends. This allowed the council members to see and speak to one another evenly, as well as give a complete view of the World Map, the enchanted floor at the center of the chamber. The floor itself had been molded to represent the whole of Ashariel, and enchanted by the Black Tower to change as the mortals of the world moved across its face.

High King Lucius Dragonstone sat at northern end of the War room, where the royal family resided, the stain glass wall behind letting in the warm glow of the morning air. The council members were present, all that could be mustered as many were dispatched to different regions or currently occupied by urgent assignments. Upon the floor walked the upper class of the military officials; High General Marrok Darkfang, High Admiral Darius Ironforge, High Marshall Alyssia Thunderstorm, High Guardian Blake Lightsheild, and High Ranger Elizabeth Silverwind.

"What issues are facing us currently warriors" Lucius said gesturing to the officials

Darkfang was the first to speak, moving to a small gap in the Spine of the World, there two armies clashed; one a solid wall of formidable men and women, the other a rabble of creatures from the depths of darkness "Your sons' troops have halted the orc advance sir" he watched as the rabble fled to the trees, and was met by mage fire "They have routed the army and killed most of the leadership. All that remains is securing the pass"

Lightsheild spoke next, kneeling in the icy snow of the north western spine "Troubling reports from the Howling Tundra my lord" he gestured to the tiny figures stumbling across the tundra, and the thick fog "The Stonehides report creatures of the undead attempting to claw their way up the mountians' cliff, some even attempting to pass the Ice Gate"she pointed to the fog "I have sent a detachment of Warden to this area" He looked to Lucius "Strong magic is at work he, dark and powerful magic"

"If they find anything, and I mean anything. Deal with it appropriately, should they need the Guardians or Stormguard they shall have it" Lucius said standing

Ironforge spoke next stepping lightly across the waters "The Crystal Sea is proving far more treacherous past the Isle of the Huntress. But out marines have proven stalwart, there are far more island chains for our people to expand"

"No challenge from Ulmo?" Lucius asked. They all knew of the unstable peace between Sargon and Ulmo. Sargon had raised Numenor from the seas, there for shrinking the domain of the God of Water. Her towering mountains shielded much of the land, also diminishing Ulmos' power and influence in the land. Sargon had tried to quell his brothers anger by agreeing that his mortals would not interfere with Ulmos', this however could be contained for only so long.

Ironforge shook his head "No challenge sir, but our ships have spotted strange vessels on the horizons. We do not know my lord"

"Find out" Lucius ordered stepping onto the floor and walking across the map "Silverwind"

"Yes my liege" The Ranger said stepping forward "The forests are quiet upon our side of the Danius River. But rangers report an increase in activity from the north of Faderlan"

Lucius rubbed his chin, most of the issues in activity were stirring in the north. Though he was not worried, the great mountains of the north were almost unnavigable by anyone but the lycans. That is assuming they were able to cross the breadth of the Danius river that flowed out to sea. "Have Seekers sent to the north, watch for anything that may come from the Tainted lands" those lands belonged to the beings of Baraku, and were known well for testing the other mortals.

"Yes my lord" Silverwind spoke

Lucius turned to Marshall Thunderstorm "Have your agents incerase their numbers, and strengthen reports"

"Yes my lord" Thunderstorm replied