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Kaira

Goddess of Loyalty

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

Description


God


God Name: Kaira
Title: Goddess of Loyalty and Oaths
Gender:Female
Alignment: Neutral
God Appearance:
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Kaira stands at 6'4 with modest curves. Her white hair falls to mid-back and is usually worn loose. Day to day, Kaira wears blue and white robes, and when the occasion calls for her to go to battle, Kaira wears a similar suit to Liv, but her's being light blue with silver adornments.
Personality: Kaira is something of a mothering character, she is kind, patient and nuturing, while not being above administering some tough love when it's needed. She is a very honest person, and takes great offence if anyone questions her honesty or her loyalty. Kaira generally sees the best in everyone, regardless of what others believe is true of a person.
Opinion of mortals: The mortals are like children, we must guide them as if they are, and one day we must send them into the world without us. Until then, we must do what we can for them.
Relationship with Gods
While she may not be the closest of friends with all the Gods, Kaira is at least civil with them. She is particularly close to Sargon and the two spar and study together. She is particularly respectful of Niueis, Mortom and Ulmo, although she does hold respect for all the Gods.
God’s Domain:
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Avatar Name: Liv
Avatar Appearance:
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Personality: Liv is very humble and driven. She follow's Kaira's orders to the letter, near blindly loyal to the goddess. She takes her duty to the people very seriously and refuses to let any harm come to them if she can help it.
Magic Abilities: Liv can form a number of weapons from bone, though she prefers to get by on forged weapons, using her somewhat painful skill as a last resort. Liv also has some basic healing abilities.

Hero: Tory
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Rank/Reason: Captain of the Guard
Personality: Tory is a skilled tactician and is more than adept at rallying the spirits of his fellow soldiers. He is a man more than willing to straddle the line of stupidity and bravery if he sees some greater good in the outcome. He can be brash and reckless but ultimately he has a good heart.

Hero: Adele
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Rank/Reason: Diplomat who is handy with a bow and arrow
Personality: Adele knows what she believes in and refuses to change her beliefs. While she is willing to go to great lengths to find an agreement that serves all parties, she does not suffer fools gladly and is generally aware when she is being taken for a ride.

Terrain Preference: The lands of Rinamel are surrounded by fertile farming land and are close to the sea.

Name of Kingdom/Empire: Rinamel
Capital: Cevenost- main market town, where the majority of the army are based. Vast library, generally more built up then the rest of Rinamel
Major Cities: Kadara- Rinamel's second city. slightly smaller than Cevenost. The rest of the army are based here and another library is here.
Glenomara- major fishing dock and trade route in and out of Rinamel

Society: The people of Rinamel are a hardworking race, dependent on the land for their livelihood. Many of the technological innovations in Rinamel are related to the land, constantly looking for new ways to make farming easier, so the people may disperse into new professions, all geared towards making Rinamel a stronger nation. The people are welcoming of outsiders, particularly traders who provide valuable income for the locals. They are by and large a loyal race of people, as with anywhere there are a few who do not follow the norm, and take any oaths made very seriously. A citizen of Rinamel will rarely go back on their word.
The economy is still very much based on agricultural production and artisan crafts, meaning that when the harvest has been good, Rinamel's economy is relatively secure, but when the harvest has been poor, the people suffer. The majority of the people in Rinamel are farmers or keep livestock although a shift is beginning to occur.
The Government of Rinamel is very keen to establish good trade links and form alliances with stronger nations and so tend to stay out of conflicts with other nations

So begins...

Kaira's Story

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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Braun found himself blessed by not one but two more beautiful sisters. One was very cheerful with hair as red as flame, the other was quiet and reserved with raven colored hair. Braun embraced them both, bringing one in with one massive arm and the other with his other.

"Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!"

With that he released them, as Sargon and Kaira began discussing the gods true purpose. When his wolf brother asked the Loyalty Goddess her opinion on the matter she replied wisely and made much sense to Braun as he listened.

"Guidance. Some of us create, some of us guide. I believe that our purpose is to guide the creations of our siblings the best we can,"

She turned back to Sargon and gave a shrug,

"I may be wrong but I think that is our purpose."

"I command the shadows, and all that they are"

Sargon replied as he looked to the forest where his creations lived

"Those wolves were the only beings I was able to breath life into, and I do not believe I have the strength to do so again"

Braun watched with pride as Sargon let his hand weave its fingers between Kairas', the God of Strength found himself made merry at the tenderness shown from his kin to one another.

"Perhaps we could guide it together?"

Sargon asked, his eyes looking into Kaira's.

"It would take more than you and I to guide the world. We would all need to work together to guide life to its fullest potential,"

She looked down at their interlinked hands,

"But we have to start somewhere, don't we?"

She said with a heartfelt smile. It was then that for the first time another of his siblings weighed in on the subject, Karkorthi in all her earthen splendor spoke up.

"It is as you say.. If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all. But much as we must be together... surely we can be separate? I cannot touch the waves, and would think He can do no more than that with my mountains... Cooperation may be best fostered if we might still have our own places to do with as we please."


Braun stepped forward, his arms crossed over his broad chest as for the first time since meeting his kin his smile faded not out of sadness or anger but mere pensiveness. Braun up until this point in his life had never set his mind to any great tasks. He had tested his body and will, his fortitude and might but his mind was slow in comparison. Because of this he was admittedly a slight bit concerned he would sound foolish around such thoughtful thinkers as the rest of his kin appeared to be. So Braun concentrated, he he thought dutifully about his response before speaking so when he stepped forward his words were carefully chosen.

"I think we all speak truths here. No one or two of us can lead this world alone, to shape it without the aid of each other would do poor justice to what could be created if we work together."

Braun gaze did not fall on one or two of his kin but drifted to each and every one of them.

"We're family, brothers and sisters, immortal siblings. We only have each other. I think it is no bad thing to want our own realms, a place to do with what we please. I'll tell all of you here though, my door will always be open."

Braun added with a chuckle at the end before continuing.

"I know not what power I have to create, I think I would prove clumsy of hand if I tried to create wolves like yours Sargon. Yet... I feel I can be of aid to whatever creations you all bring into the world. As my strength is yours I will lend to them. They need only ask it of me, should they be in need they need but call out and I will help them find the strength to endure and overcome any odds. I will tell your children and your children's children to go where the challenge is greatest, in that way they will find the strength that I offer."

Braun's words were impassioned and filled with pride and hope. What he saw in his future and the futures of his kin was a bright day with a sun ever shining.

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis
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"Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!"

She chuckled as this giant of man lifted her off the ground in greeting, smiling at the warm welcome both her and the other newcomer had received. After he placed them back on the ground she shook her shoulders slightly due to the hug having flared the stiffness she felt after being asleep for so long. Lifting her goggles up so that they nestle in her hair, just above her forehead and reveal her faintly glowing eyes.

”Name’s Nuri, and I suppose I’m yer Sister. Pleasure indeed.”

She smiled at the large man but her attention was taken as she caught parts of the conversation between a few of the others about creating and shaping this world which intrigued her somewhat. Her face became slightly more animated as ideas began to spark till she heard the contribution of Karkothi ringing in her ears which hardened her features for a moment, her mind running the words over in her mind to interpret any hidden meanings.

"It is as you say… If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all."

Her eyes flared bright and glittering as the meaning spoke to her that the scorpion saw no promising outcome against them all together, but Nuri forced herself to calm because her own paranoia about this sibling was beginning to get the better of her. But before she could think much more on the subject the towering figure of Braun had turned towards them all and spoke deep and loudly.

"I know not what power I have to create, I think I would prove clumsy of hand if I tried to create wolves like yours Sargon. Yet... I feel I can be of aid to whatever creations you all bring into the world. As my strength is yours I will lend to them. They need only ask it of me, should they be in need they need but call out and I will help them find the strength to endure and overcome any odds. I will tell your children and your children's children to go where the challenge is greatest, in that way they will find the strength that I offer."

Nuri nodded slowly, her head tilted slightly as she rubbed her chin, before grinning to herself as she summoned forth blazing flames in the palms of her hands. The fires spread out and lengthened, growing hotter and sparking as she shaped them between her fingers into something resembling a long-handled maul of sorts, almost as tall as she was in fact. As its shape began to set she hammered the base of the shaft into the earth with a resounding thunk, cooling it almost instantly into its final temperament. Throughout the metal of the weapon were faint rivers of what appeared to be liquid fire, throbbing in time with the beat of her heart.

“Well said brother, well said. I’m with ya’ll in the task of shaping this world and such. But where ta begin?”

She looked up at her gathered siblingry as she waited for a response, then sticking her tongue out of the corner of her mouth she clicked it a couple of times in thought before gripping her maul tightly in her hands. She eyed up Braun carefully before running towards him her hammer planting hard into the ground to help propel her high up to land on his broad shoulders. Sitting herself there with the hammer resting across her lap she lightly ran her fingers through her erratically styled hair.

“Aye, like I were asking, where and when shall we be beginning our great works!?”

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: The Trinity
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The Trinity

The being turned to face them and it's lips turned upward into an amused smile. It introduced itself as Mortum, the God of Death, Knowledge, and Wisdom. 'A God?' Thought the first. What was that? Regardless, she knew that she liked it's presence. It felt older than them, older than the creatures around them, and even older than the entire world that they were living in. That meant that it had answers. Apparently, Mortum also had questions and posed a very important one.

Who were they? And what were they?
The first pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes, thinking over the query. Suddenly, the information came to her mind and forced it's way out of her mouth. "I am Amara, Goddess of Balance." Her eyes widened as she slowly put her fingertips to her lips. Amara. The word felt strange, but familiar. It belonged to her. It felt right. She looked back to her sisters and judging from their bewildered looks, they had experienced a similar epiphany. "I am Hellia." The youngest goddess giggled, skipping towards the death god and proceeding to dance around him, laughing a laugh that sounded like the jingling of bells and singing of birds. "That is my name and I came from the light!"

The dark one had a sharp smirk sheathed on her lips as she slowly took several steps towards Mortum. "I am Noctre. I was birthed by the darkness." Noctre seemed pleased, a strange sight, with her new name. She purred as stalked towards Hellia and Mortum, eventually joining her sister in the dance encircling him. "We have names now!" Hellia exclaimed, playfully caressing Mortum's shoulder, slowly feeling the fabric covering his skin. She ceased her dancing and pinched the material and tugged it, looking to the god. "What is this? Why do we not have this over our skin?" Noctre chuckled darkly as she rubbed herself against his arm. "Why do you care, Sister? I am curious to see the rest of his body. To view the flesh hidden from my sight." She smirked again, sneaking her hand up the front of his shirt and unhurriedly feeling the muscle underneath.

Amara smiled and shook her head at her siblings. "Mortum?" She called. "Have you been in this world long? Are there any sights you'd care to show us?" She took several steps towards him and her sisters, who resumed dancing around the wise god, singing and loudly laughing with joy. Dark and light, dancing in harmony. Amara's smile grew. Balance was truly their domain.


Espiri

"Come on! Come on! Look! They're all just lined up for us!" Espiri cackled with glee as he handed large, juicy yellow fruits to the several beings he created shortly after his birth. He decided that they'd be called spirits and they'd be like him. . . A blast of fun!

His body was bare and exposed, except for the turtle shell helmet he had recently crafted. He had a large childish smile on his face, exposing all of his pearly white teeth to his spirit subjects. They took a variety of forms, some appearing as large yellow-colored rabbits and others as silver wisps of wind. They lined up like soldiers, awaiting orders from their creator.

"Alright men!" He shouted, pacing down the line of his children. "The targets are on the sandy place next to the water." He turned on his hill and walked back up. "They are not expecting us, but once we make our move, they will be merciless. Most of you will not survive." Several of the spirits looked nervously at each other. Espiri smiled smugly and threw a fruit into the air, catching it and taking a bite.

"Mira!" He called and a spirit stepped forward. "Yes?" Espiri marched and stared at her intently. She had been his first and he had to say that he was proud of his work. He had crafted her from a dying tree, a dark cloud, and the corpse of a giant bird. "Prepare to attack." She smiled grimly and nodded, flapping her large wings and taking off into the sky.

The Seducer smiled at this and looked to his men. "Get ready for a war of fruit and juice!" They cheered loudly and rushed to take positions, some flying into the air, others hiding on land near the group of divine beings on the beach. Espiri took in a deep breath and when he exhaled, large blue wings sprouted from his shoulder blades and he took off into the air. He watched the gods below him and grinned. "ATTAAAAAACK!"

At his call, his spirits sprang from their positions and pelted their targets with the fruits.

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Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon
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The land paved on and on, an infinite distance the world did stretch. Everywhere untouched by him was of something new. The sight, the sound, the smell, every aspect of sense etched new information into his mind. Such was the way of a predator, but his prey was not of his making. The rapid succession of paws upon the ground, the inhaling of six lungs, the jet black fur of these canine-like creatures. Ragon was proud of these beasts, for they had proven far more enduring than he originally believed. Still they ran, till finally the scents grew stronger. More were here, more..... things wakening. Each new one that came forth made the Great Circle skip, as if unsure what this boded for the balance of all things. Ragon had to know what they were.

The pack of dire wolf-like creations neared the edge of the woods, taking in deep wiffs of the air. They were near, in the clearing not far off. Ragon had found his prey. Each massive beast took it's place in a circle, all facing each other, and then let loose a thunderous howl. The raw, seemingly unnatural intensity in their howl sliced through the air like sharpened bone. Out from their throats lingered a dark smoke, glowing with a vibrant red energy, the essence of savage rage. The creeping smoke swirled and gathered within the circle of beasts, slowly taking shape and form. A terrifying beast, made of ethereal flesh, roared out to the skies, and from it's chest formed a second head, which swallowed it's predecessor, and from it's chest was formed a third head. This cycle continued for several moments, with each form consuming the last before finally taking solid shape.

A short muzzle filled with sharp teeth, aided by a set of mighty jaws. His mane did sway ever so slightly in the breeze, and thickened muscle was clearly visible beneath his golden fur. A powerful claw clutched at his chest, as it felt like Ragon's heart stopped for a moment. Something... happened. Something was wrong with the Order. An imbalance had formed. He cupped his two pawed hands and breathed deeply into his claws. His essence lingered and hardened, his claws tracing the edges of the stone disk to behold a crack in the side. As he touched it, he felt all he needed and knew..... Something not his had killed what was his. His child, his Great Lion, had been slain. Ragon had yet to make any creature which could hunt it, and it's death was too violent to be from starvation. No, something had come, and that same something had killed it. Scavengers claimed what was left, the life of one beast sustaining the life of others. The crack in the Great Circle partially mended itself. He would hunt the being responsible for this, but later.

In the distance he heard them. Low noises of different tones and pitches. A great thump which made the Earth quiver slightly, and the clicking of stone and something hard. He could smell..... things, like his children beside him. He did not craft these new canines, but if they were like his own then they must have keen senses. The warg-beasts were great stalkers in the tall grass, and Ragon did not doubt that his were the stronger of the two, but still he felt it better to go alone. He turned his head and nodded at the creatures, as they scattered off into the dense and untamed wilds. His own form, mighty though it may be, was ill-suited to these new lands. The grass here was not brown and golden, but rich and green. His massive size would scarcely find cover within it, but this was of no worry to the Father of Beasts. He had made both those that hunt and those that hide, no creature nor being would know of his presence should he not wish it.

Ragon knelt down to the grass, and as his touch did meet it's blades his skin stole it's color. His fur faded into his flesh, his bones shrunk to a lesser form, his forelegs placed themselves down as padded paws, and his movements became that of the grass itself. With each wave of the coastal breeze did it's fields sway, and with each pulse Ragon kept pace. His scent was that of his surroundings, his moves left nigh the sound of a ghost. He slithered and circled the gathering of creatures till at last he came to a small rise in land mass. From this gentle hill he could spy them, and if only he could tell what in the world they were. They all looked alike, save for only two. These things were strange indeed. They walked upright, slightly similar to how Ragon did sometimes, but that's where the similarities ended. No.... no, that wasn't quite true. They had a scent to them. It was to each unique, but something all connected them. They smelled ever slightly as Ragon himself did. They were related? By what way could that even be?

They wore loose dangly things which draped over their bodies, all of brilliant and very noticeable colors. Though why? Would they not hinder movement? Would their colorations not be better as their surroundings? Could they not shift their skin as he had done? Where were their claws? Fur? Scales? The only one which made sense to Ragon was the being of pure stone, though she still defied his basic reasoning in standing out so abruptly. Her and this strange female with many legs, whose top portion looked so weak and vulnerable compared to the rest of her body. Still, they seemed to like looking as they did, else surely they would change. Ragon looked at himself and shed his skin into the form he recently took liking to. His hardened scales peeled out from under the dry green skin, his tail swaying low but freely. He looked to many of their clothing, deciding he too would take color, stealing the blue of the shallow waters. He did tussle with the thought of confronting these new beings, until his eyes fell on... him.

The large male, possibly their Alpha. He was draped not in clothing, but in fur. Golden fur, which once held powerful and predatory muscles. A glorious mane he had gifted to his newest and strongest child, of whose face did now decorate this murderer. Rage. A single word, born again with new meaning which pierced and sundered all knowings of it. A feeling of such raw and indescribable fury, of emotions no other may ever come to posses. Ragon was enraged. His fury manifesting itself into a sort of unseeable-yet-perceivable red haze which emanated from his very body. It was this lumbering creature which defied his Primal Order, who had taken the life of Ragon's child without the need to. He, who Ragon thought kin. He would be the first to know the Wrath of the Primordial. An Earth-shaking roar, the cacophony of all of his children's cries Ragon bellowed. Such sound bore his full anger, a deep and deafening sound which this world had not heard before. It was as the sort of noise which resonated within oneself, vibrating in a sort of sickening way. Had even the swiftest head turned to spy it's source, it would behold all-ten-feet of the God of Savage Fury, Rage-Incarnate in full-sprint on all four surging legs and already within lunging distance of it's target.

The large mountain of muscle barely had turned when Ragon impacted against him, the Lizard-God's skull thickening and sprouting horns in preparation for the collision. Surprise and momentum granted Ragon the force needed to plow the hulking God into the shallows as both forms disappeared underneath the foaming blue. There was no hesitation from the Beast-Father as he bore larger fangs than he previously owned and bit down on his prey's arm with all his Godly might. Pain. Arching, shooting pain radiated from his jaw, dissipating quickly into even more anger. Braun's skin had barely given at all from Ragon's bite, without so much as shedding blood. Before any retaliation could be made, claws furiously lashed out as the two stood above the waters. With serrated talons of steel, Ragon tried to rend this being into ribbons. His claws sparked off Braun's hide like a sword blade against solid granite, but never once did the Savage God let up. There was no moment where a claw was not leaving a fresh streak of sparks, a flurry of sheer ferocity which only Ragon could manifest. Finally did the God of Strength clasp onto Ragon's forearms, the impact sounding of a faint thunder clap.

A test of sheer might, and for a moment neither gave an inch. The divine and limitless strength of Braun contested with the savage and unending determination of Ragon. Slowly, though, the bones in the massive reptiles arm's did start to show signs of cracking under such force. A battle of physical strength alone Ragon could not win here, but Fury was not simple might alone. It was the will to never stop, to fight Tooth and Claw for victory, and so Ragon did. Snapping down his jaws at Braun's face, Ragon forced the God to back away and break his hold. Ragon's free claw brought down a thunderous slash across Braun's chest, leaving the first signs of damage inflicted. Small yet definable scratches which gave only a single drop of the God's blood. Both parties backed away for a moment, finding their way back to the sandy beach. Ragon's snarling continence staring down at what looked to be an amused grin. Was.... was this thing enjoying itself? Ragon had sought to remove a limb at least for Braun's crime, yet Braun himself seemed to be entertained by their conflict like it were some kind of game. This infuriated Ragon in ways even he himself thought unreachable.

Both sides let out a roar of challenge as they charged. Though surprise was to Braun when Ragon did not directly meet him, slipping instead to his side. Ragon spun and slammed the weight of his tail against Braun's back, lurching the giant of a man forward. Talons sunk into Braun's back, finding perch in the ripples of his muscles as if they were features on a cliff face. Ragon's fangs began to clamp down on the back of Braun's neck, when the titanic grip of the Indomitable One dug into the sides of the Beast-Father and slung him forward, spiking Ragon's back hard upon the ground. The grip of Braun did not let up, however, and despite Ragon's talon-bearing feet leaving a matching set of neat scratches on the tree-trunks Braun called forearms, Ragon was still pulled back-first into a bearhug. This hit ever possible wrong cord there was, and every deep-seeded primal instinct of Ragon's screamed one thing. Must Be Free! He let loose an Ungodly howl, more deafening than the first if that were even possible. It shook the air with such intensity that the sand around the two could be seen visibly vibrating. Ragon unleashed a primal might that for a moment matched Braun's own enough to loosen the Strength God's grip, and when that wasn't enough, Ragon adapted to survive. Long spikes of bone burst from his skin, one poking Braun right in his forehead while the others pushed his arms apart. Finally freed, Ragon spun with a deep hiss of sheer hate, a swear not known to human tongues. He spoke...

"No Right! No Right Have You! Kill What Is Your Own! You Do Not Hunt! Do Not Need To Hunt! Kill What You Make, Skin-Taker! Leave My Children Be!" Ragon bellowed out in a truly guttural voice, a sound like rocks grinding together mixed with several different animals growling in unison. It was a displacing voice for any with ears, even Ragon would admit to this. Speaking of any with ears, his rage had simmered down enough to remember there were others here as well. Others like the large one he fought. Maybe they were much like him. Maybe they too would do as he'd done. Maybe Ragon was wasting his time here with them. Returning to his wild lands sounded like the wisest idea here, for he had likely not made any allies within these strange beings. "Thought I That We Share Blood, That We Kin. But We Do Not, Are Not. Thought Wrong. I Try Make. You...." he hissed as his eyes hit Braun again. "You Break. Break What Is Mine. Do Not Break Again." Ragon uttered a low, throaty growl as he turned in preparation to make his leave......

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Kaira


Kaira watched, startled as this creature attacked Braun. As much as a part of her longed to help, she knew she would be little help as this two giants fought it out. The roars coming from them both seemed to come from their very cores, shaking the world around them as they challenged one another.

"No Right! No Right Have You! Kill What Is Your Own! You Do Not Hunt! Do Not Need To Hunt! Kill What You Make, Skin-Taker! Leave My Children Be!" The being cried out, "Thought I That We Share Blood, That We Kin. But We Do Not, Are Not. Thought Wrong. I Try Make. You...." he hissed at Braun, "You Break. Break What Is Mine. Do Not Break Again." The creature, her kin, began to leave.

"Surely Braun has made a mistake," Ai began to say, "But he is still kin. We all are," She smiled, "I am Ai, Goddess of Love," She placed a small hand on the creatures face, "What are you called, Brother?"

While Kaira was watching the scene before her unfold, she felt something soft hit the back of her head. She turned and saw a small fruit on the ground. Frowning, she picked it up and looked to the sky. She tilted her head and saw a group of beings in the sky, all with bundles of fruit in their arms. She bounced the fruit in her hand turning back to the group, "I'm sure that Braun meant no harm brother, we are all new to this world, we are yet to understand it's rules. Had Braun known his actions would upset you as greatly as they have, I'm sure he would have acted differently."

Kaira turned back to the scene in the sky, still bouncing the fruit in her hand. A smile formed on her face. She took a second to look back to the fruit then back to the sky before launching the fruit back where it came from.

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Braun's fist collided with the snout of the savage reptilian god. Such force in the charging punch there was that upon impact the very air rippled with power, the shock wave caused their smaller sister to stumble back as her dress was tossed about as if struck by great wind. The blow took Ragon clean off his feet and caused him to to go sailing back through the air only to tumble across the sand. Braun stepped forward, now standing beside his shocked sister, yet his eyes were alight with passionate fire.

"Nay sister, no mistake was made."

Braun said firmly as Ragon's ancient eye rose up with hatred and fury. A fury the likes of which knew no equal. The growl began as but a growl but grew into a vicious snarl of pure disdain and rage. His clawed hands tore the land asunder as he got to his feet his tail whipped about behind him angrily.

"And we have not finished our bout yet, brother!"

Braun bellowed with a wild grin on his face as he charged. He surged with such speed, his limitless strength spurring him forward at gale force speeds, powering him in his sprint. He dove for his brother, arms ready to grasp but his brother had little interest in matching strength with Braun a second time, a wise choice. Ragon twisted his reptilian body out of the path of Braun's charge at the last moment, while lashing out with his claws. Braun stumbled forward and may have regained his footing if not for his brother who leapt on his back bringing claw and fang to bear. The added weight toppled the Titan and Braun stumbled to the sand. His brother wrapped his massive maw around the back of Braun's neck hoping to snap his spine yet the fangs of the beast god could not pierce the flesh of the Man of Tomorrow. That is not to say Braun did not feel the pain of Ragon's fury. Braun growled and grit his teeth as he struggled to get his kin off of him. Rolling Ragon off was having no effect, his brother's footing was too sure so Braun lashed out. Swinging his elbow back he smashed it into the side of Ragon's head. The first blow dazed the second blow felled.

Ragon tumbled off Brauns back and stumbled long enough for Braun to get to his feet. No sooner had he risen had Ragon launched a second offensive. Swinging at Braun's neck with his hand full of razor sharp claws. Braun ducked the swing and slammed his mighty fist into Ragon's ribs. The sickening sound of bone under great strain sounded out and both heard it. Whether the bones broke was yet uncertain but his wild brother would feel that come tomorrow. Braun threw a follow up punch, aimed for his brother's jaw and found the jaw he did as Ragon bit down hard on Braun's fist. Braun laughed and winced all at the same time in surprise and pain. Ragon's fury was not sated with but a mouthful of godly fist as he now had Braun held in position. He lashed out with his claws and racked his claws against that unbreakable skin of the conquest god. Most of the furry swipes did nothing but those that did left tiny trickles of blood dripping down Braun's broad chest and the tips of Ragon's claws.

Braun needed to free himself and began rain left handed punches down on Ragon's skull until he released his fist. The second he did Braun brought up his foot and kicked his brother square in the gut giving the combatants a pace or so of added room as Ragon back peddled from the force. Braun was astounded and impressed despite all the punishment his brother never once flinched, never once yielded or showed any signs of pain or hesitation. This was truly becoming a fight worthy of song and Ragon was fast becoming a favorite of his kin. Ragon roared in fury as he spun, bringing his tail around like a mighty club. Braun stepped forward and caught the tail in his vice like grasp.

For the briefest of seconds their eyes met and Ragon knew what was coming. Ragon's stare was like the glare of death, Braun's looked like the gleeful child about to do that one thing he wasn't supposed to do. Braun cocked back and swung, hurling his brother through the air and across the sand. Ragon hit the ground a good distance away and tumbled through the sand, kicking up great amounts of it as he skidded across the surface. When he finally came to a stop, not but a few yards away from where the other gods were he got back to his feet yet neither god charged again. Ragon's eyes were fixed on Braun and more importantly the lion skin that he wore.

It was then that Braun realized the source of his brothers fury. The reason for his ire was simple. Braun had slain his beast, his creation. For that trespass his brother had been brought to action. Braun could understand that, even respect it yet did not see the cause for the level of fury he bore witness too.

"Is this it brother? Is this what brings you to such ire?"

Braun asked, his voice loud and bold. He stepped forward, arms extended at his side putting the lion skin on full display.

"I may have felled your beast and if that offends thee than I am truly sorry yet I see reason to find pride in that which I wear for your lion will forever be linked to the tale of the God of Strength, your brother! A story that shall pass down the ages! The first Conquest of Braun! Your lion will live forever in the stories and songs of the Gods, and that is reason to find solace is it not?"

Braun lowered his arms and approached his brother, closer still yet not yet within arms reach.

"If nothing else my wild brethren it has brought us together and given us a worthy battle! I honor you, great Ragon, master of the savage lands and yearn for the day we can battle once more."

Braun was overjoyed. He thought he was happy before, when he was meeting each of his kin. Handing out embraces like sweets to children. There were smiles and laughs, kisses and kind words yet this, this clash of brothers strength against brothers strength was truly grand. Ragon was angered sure enough yet the result of which, this battle was truly thrilling and one Braun thoroughly enjoyed. It made him love his brother all the more.

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Slowly Sargons mind returned to his body, and he returned to the surrounding of his kin. His hearing returned first, noting that they had gone deep into conversation without him being mentally present.

“Aye, like I were asking, where and when shall we be beginning our great works!?” Was the last words spoke by Nuri.

Sargon realized he would need to control these sudden out of body experiences, perhaps mold them so no time passed at all. His eyes cleared of their demonic blak glaze, their silver glow returning to normal. And with it, his sense of awareness, he caught the distant vibration of a charging animal.

Sargon turned in the direction of th vibrations, the hair on his neck stood up as he drew his blade. What he saw caught him off guard, it was a giant beast similar to Brauns size, but covered in scales and spikes. His surprise was replaced by worry when he realized it's target "Braun!"

Sargon went to step between them, but the two titans had already engaged in a battle of strength an pure primal power. For what seemed like hours they grappled one another, yet in a few short seconds it was over. Both opponents stood apart, starring the other down, finally Braun spoke.

"I may have felled your beast and if that offends thee than I am truly sorry yet I see reason to find pride in that which I wear for your lion will forever be linked to the tale of the God of Strength, your brother! A story that shall pass down the ages! The first Conquest of the Braun! Your lion will live forever in the stories and songs of the Gods, and that is reason to find solace is it not?" Braun stepped closer, "If nothing else my wild brethren it has brought us together and given us a worthy battle! I honor you, great Ragon, master of the savage lands and yearn for the day we can battle once more."

Sargon relaxed slightly, but kept his blade at the ready. Already his ethereal wolves could be seeming fading into reality from the forest, taking their mortal forms. Alerted by their masters heightened sense of self preservation, they came to his aid without his call.

"I'm sure that Braun meant no harm brother, we are all new to this world, we are yet to understand it's rules. Had Braun known his actions would upset you as greatly as they have, I'm sure he would have acted differently." Kaira said tossing a small fruit into the air.

It would seem that his kin had the current situation under control, and his interest in what Nuri had said occupied his mind. He looked down at his own being and remembered the dream " What if we could create life like ourselves" he reached out his hand over his own shadow, bending to his will.

The tendrils of shadow rose and fell upon one another. Slowly working their way to his height. His mind bent the very will of the shadows within, solidifying them as he had done to design his armor. As he felt it take shape, he extended his other arm pulling forth a second pillar. His mind strained and focused pushing an pulling the shadows, until finally he was satisfied.

Sargon lowered his hands, and allowed the shadows to fall. In their place stood two beings, one a male and the other female. From head to toe they were covered in armor similar to Sargons, yet more basic. Yet, nothing could be seen under the armor, only a strong presence felt.

The two wraiths knelt before Sargon, ready to do their creators will.

"Well that is a start" Sargon smiled.

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Nocte and the others were joined by a few more deities. A beautiful goddess with snow white hair approached her, smiling. She was embraced by the goddess, and she introduced herself as well. "Hello Nocte, I am Kaira, the Goddess of Loyalty, welcome to your family." Nocte was taken aback for a moment. Family? She was filled with a warm feeling, one she was unfamiliar with but liked, and she embraced Kaira back. She had a family now. As she released the goddess of loyalty, Nocte was drawn into yet another embrace by a large, broad hand. "Welcome sisters, welcome! I am your brother, Braun and I am most pleased to me you!" Ah, Braun, she liked him already, his charisma was contagious.

Nocte listened as Kaira, Braun, Sargon, and Karkothi discussed shaping the world. These gods and goddesses somehow seemed to be younger than her. It made some sense. Time started long before anything formed in the universe. Braun stepped forward with his arms crossed, and addressed them. "I think we all speak truths here. No one or two of us can lead this world alone, to shape it without the aid of each other would do poor justice to what could be created if we work together. We're family, brothers and sisters, immortal siblings. We only have each other. I think it is no bad thing to want our own realms, a place to do with what we please. I'll tell all of you here though, my door will always be open." "I agree, I believe us all to be parts of the same whole..." She looked over as Nuri spoke. “Aye, like I were asking, where and when shall we be beginning our great works!?” "Ah, that is a good question indeed--" She was interrupted as she felt something in the air.

A wave of something permeated the air, sending a light shockwave through Nocte. "I wonder what that could've been," she wondered. "It's not something I've ever known before... What ever it is, it's opened up whole new possibilities for this infant world," she thought to herself.

Nocte's attention was diverted once again as she turned to see a large beast throw itself at Braun, and the two started battling. "No Right! No Right Have You! Kill What Is Your Own! You Do Not Hunt! Do Not Need To Hunt! Kill What You Make, Skin-Taker! Leave My Children Be! Thought I That We Share Blood, That We Kin. But We Do Not, Are Not. Thought Wrong. I Try Make. You.... You Break. Break What Is Mine. Do Not Break Again." The beast seemed very distraught, and its words were filled with sadness and anger. Ai and a few others were clearly upset from the fight.

The concept of fighting was quite new to her. She had been alone, up in the black void of space for so long. Here, she was just introduced to the love and friendship of family and kin, but now there was fighting. It was obviously not good like love. No, it was brutal and hurtful. Whatever the reason for fighting, the two seemed too stubborn to stop and let one have the upper hand. Then suddenly, Braun embraced Ragon, and just like that it was over. This puzzled Nocte, seeing as they were going at it viciously a moment ago. "Well, I guess I have a lot left to learn."

She looked down at her feet, the ground partly covered in fine sand. She ran her foot through the course grains, drawing a line with her toe as she thought in silence. This land was full of possibilities.

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Ragon felt the touch of Ai upon his features. A soft caress that seemed to be that of trust, a sudden surprise of possible understanding he hadn't expected. It held a care to it, a calm which quelled his anger and cleared his mind. The adrenaline high from the battle settled, and his vision began to blur. No longer in combat, Ragon was just now feeling the concussion from ramming head-first into what may as well been a damn mountain. A mountain which he successfully moved, but a mountain none the less. His senses dulled down a fair bit now, which would promptly explain how Braun got the drop on him. One second enjoying the soft touch of his sister, the next Ragon found himself leveled by the hammer that was Braun's fist. A cheap blow to say the least, and from the peaceful stupor the God of Savage Fury was roused to the fight again. Two forces of nature clashed yet again, climaxing in mainly more broken ribs and several more fractures to Ragon's skull.

Truly, this fight would go on for ages, for as Ragon could scarcely harm his brother, every blow that Braun landed was not weakening the Primordial. Rather the opposite, with Ragon adapting slowly-thickening bones in an attempt to evolve to his needs for survival. Still, this only meant a battle that may take a lifetime to end, spared only by the small miracle that Braun finally put two-and-two together. The God of Brotherhood stayed in his good spirit, justifying what he'd done as best he knew. To him, no harm had been done. Ragon did not see it as he did, for Ragon looked at only needs as relative. Also, he had the tendency to be a spiteful bastard. Under the faux impression of simply walking past him, Ragon lashed out with his tail to take out the legs of Braun. Only fair in the end, one dishonorable strike for another. Though this wasn't meant to be the continuation of the fight, a thought soon quelled by the glare Ragon shot Braun as he moved to stand. It wasn't a snarl, a challenging roar. It was cold, serious, and completely deadpan.

"Don't." One word, passed on in both silence and crystal clarity. "Why I Care About Pride? Conquest? These Are Stupid Things, Useless. They Not Needed, Not Help One Live. Don't Need Them. Don't Care About Them." Ragon pointed directly at the face of the Lion on Braun's armor. "And Neither Would He." He spat his words in complete disdain, his tone caring the bitter tinge which now began to pool on his tongue. Blood, gently flowing from a broken tooth. Ragon's tongue snaked and scanned each until he found it, the one fang which had broken from catching Braun's fist in his teeth. His claws pinched down on each side, and with one powerful yank and a sickening sound it pulled free. The small trickle dribbled down his jaw, his tongue curiously searching the soft pulpy flesh within the void until it found the tip of a new fang eager to take it's place. He held the removed tooth up to Braun before casting it into the sand at his feet. "You Want Trophy? There. Take. The Take No More.


Ragon turned to his fellow Gods here, content on gaining their insight. Or he was.... "We Do Not Need To Kill. Animals Kill, Must To.....Live?" Ragon trailed off as he felt the strangest sensation along his foot. The gentle ripple of a wave cast itself over his skin, and Ragon hadn't known this before. Even after his bout with Braun in the shallows, his rage-blanked mind didn't even register any of it. For him, this was the very first time he even noticed the water. He lifted his foot up, before plonking it down slightly deeper. His other foot soon followed straight down with a definable spaloosh! Slowly wading in a little deeper, all thought as to what he was saying completely left him the first time he caught glimpse of movement. His predatory eyes immediately zeroed in on the one glint of silver darting under the waves, his head tracing it's every sudden twitch like a big cat. Slowly he crept forward, leaning in ever so cautiously..... He lunged, a less-than-graceful splash in the deep blue of the ocean waters. Ragon must have been quite the scene, once the mighty and savage beast who parted the clouds with his roars, now thrashing wildly as he struggled to stand with his prize.

His hands cupped together, trapping a small pool within as well as the tiny little silvery minnow he'd caught. His eyes examined it with utter amaze and bewilderment as it darted about in it's limited space. Finally Ragon began trudging back to the shore with the little fish, presenting him of to the one who smelled strongly of the sea. Ulmo, with his hair and robes of the deepest blue, Ragon could really guess no other to be responsible for the oceans and their bounties. "You.... You Make This? You Make Life In Water?"

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Braun crouched down casually and plucked his brothers tooth from the sand. As he rose he tossed it up in the air like a child playfully tossing a stone only to catch it again. He eyed his wild brother with a slightly arched eyebrow and a smirk. He'd have to remember that leg sweeping trick in his next bout, it was a fine move indeed. Braun would have told Ragon as such but he did seem truly upset about the death of his lion and did not want to push him further. Whether Ragon was angry with him or not Braun loved him as a brother and the last thing he wanted was to cause him harm. An odd sentiment given the violent battle they'd just been engaged in but for Braun that fight was just a sporting test of strength and skill between brothers. Blood flows and muscles ache but in the end no true harm should ever come from brother to brother.

Braun took a few steps forward standing beside his sister Niuesis yet his gaze drifted over to his brother Sargon and his sister Kiara and took notice of their closeness. The sight made Braun joyful proud of his siblings for they were attempting to conquer that which Braun himself had yet to conquer, the conquest of passion. He wanted to give his brother a sign, some wordless show of support of Sargon's and Kiara's budding conquest of heart and body. Their union or at least the prospect of such a union was something to be celebrated but Braun did not wish to speak on it and upset the tenderness of their moment. So he set his mind to the task. It was then Braun forged a symbol of support between brothers, a sign of agreement and joy for the actions of another.

Braun's eyes met Sargon's and he gave his brother a knowing smile as he extended his fist and lifted his thumb. That look of approval and joy, framed perfectly with the waves behind him, would be one that would always be remembered and linked to the God of Strength and his followers. In the centuries to come his followers, his acolytes and devotees would use this thumbs up as sign of well intended to support to friends, brothers and allies.

He folded his thick arms across his broad chest and turned his gaze to Ragon as the savage god began splashing about in Ulmo's waves. It was actually quite pleasant to see. Braun had been concerned with his brothers mood after his harsh words yet to see him now, pouncing like a playful kitten in the shallow waters, trying to capture that which he saw was heart warming. Braun chuckled warmly as he watched and even went so far as to nudge Niuesis gently as if to tell her to look.

It was then his brother pulled fourth from the shinning blue waters his prize. In cupped hands there was but a tiny pool of water and in it, a single minnow. He crossed the sand and came to stand before the master of the seas and all it held, Ulmo. Ragon presented the small fish to his brother with posed question.

"You.... You Make This? You Make Life In Water?"

Braun's gaze flicked to his brother, curious as to his answer.

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Sargon had taken note of his siblings, and suddenly felt alone. They talked and joked with one another like old friends meeting after years of separation. They fought and argued as young children. He knew not how he knew these comparisons, but he did. The fact that he was the only one whose mind worked out these plans and strategies so quickly, pushed him away from his kin.

*I must make this vision a reality* Sargon knew his kin would spend a great deal more time "connecting". Sargon however knew this time would have to wait for him. He looked to his wraiths who wait obediently for him to command them. They were beautiful, and would be the second step to his race.

"Kaira" Sargon whispered to himself. This women would always have a special place in his heart. For now though, he had work to do. Sargon turned to the east, motioning his wraiths to follow "Come"

He walked away, quickly, quietly. He did not want to distract or worry his kin. He stopped and turned to look at Kaira one last time, his mind felt the shadows within her robe, they brushed gently against her arm. A note left on her arm, a shadow mark similar to ink, that would wash off as if it had never been.

*I have gone east. There is much I must do. If you ever need me, call to the shadows. Or I will see you in east at your own time.*

With that he left, gone within the forest before his kin could notice he was missing.

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Kaira looked to the sea, momentarily distracted by her fruit throwing kin, watching Ragon splash about like a small child. Kaira smiled, somewhat bemused by the God' sudden change in temperament. He splashed about in the shallows of the water, stumbling as he struggled to stand. Ragon emerged from the water with something cupped in his hands. He walked to Ulmo, "You... you make this? You make life in water?"

Kaira felt something brush her wrist. Thinking it was Sargon, she turned to look at him, grateful for a distraction from Braun and Ai's painfully obvious flirting. All she saw was the shadows swirling behind him as he walked away. Kaira frowned, feeling troubled by Sargon's sudden departure. Kaira lifted her hand, wondering what it was that had brushed her arm. Her sleeve fell down slightly and Kaira saw a dark mark on her arm that had not been there before. Curious, Kaira rolled her sleeve further down.

"I have gone east," Kaira whispered, reading the marks on her arm, "There is much I must do. If you ever need me, call to the shadows.Or I will see you in the east at your own time." Kaira looked up, watching her friend as he left them. Part of her wanted to give chase and try to catch up with him but somehow she knew that Sargon needed to be alone to complete his work.

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Having been knocked to the ground during the appearance of their bestial sibling, her earlier question appeared to have gone unanswered and on the whole so had she for the most part. With the exception of the largest of them, who made a rather passable seat at best (something she had planned to rectify had she not been so rudely expelled and hammered into the earth), they'd nodded at her and little more.

Despite her passing grumbling at this she waved it off at events being complex, after all they were family, apparently, and perhaps this was how those things worked. Anyways that sounded about right, especially with everyone's attention focused on the brawl going on between the two across this beach. Having dusted herself down again, she picked up a few grains of sand and rubbed them between her fingers, smiling as the slightly oval marble she now held. Placing her hammer on the ground next to her she drew a small circle in the sand around her and filled it with liquid fire, swirling and spiralling around her as she scooped up handfuls of sand in one hand and fire in the other.

She slowly began to shape more marbles, warping their insides into different patterns and images. She glanced over at Ragon and Braun every so often to make sure that their path didn't seem to be in her direction. Scratching her chin for a moment she reached into the fires and pulled out a small chisel and hammer, still glowing warm and sparking slightly before applying them to a small chunk of growing glass by her feet. Her tongue slowly slipped out of the corner of her mouth as she worked, feeling an odd tingle seeming to permeate the world around her, oddly magical though it didn't appear to offer much difference for her work. Once she was satisfied by the sculpture's she'd awoken from the glass she let the tools melt back into the ring of fire, absorbing the flames back into her skin.

Before her on the sand stood the likeness' of Ragon and Braun, each about six inches tall. Almost every detail was there down to the very very faint lines of their skin marred across otherwise smooth surfaces of the glass. Nuri slowly reached down and ran her fingers over them, causing them to glow slightly as she filled them with her flames. As she withdrew her hands the two statues began to re-enact the combat that had resulted in her being thrown here, but where she'd noted they paused these continued instead.

Looking up she noticed that Ragon was now saying something to Ulmo about creatures in the sea while several of their other kin appeared to be wandering off in different directions. Was this meeting truly so brief? She assumed it must be the way of things and was wondering what to do next when she saw the other Goddess who Braun had grabbed when she arrived toying with the sand nearby. Getting to her feet she walked towards Nocte and leaned on the shaft of her hammer as she spoke.

"What were your name again? I diven't remember catching it when he" She paused and nodded towards Braun before continuing "tried to crush us in greeting. But pleasure to meet you all the same" She beamed up at the raven-haired woman.

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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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So much time had passed since the Lord of Shadows had been birthed into this world. What would be centuries to mortals, had come and passed in the blink of an eye to the god. The immortals had discovered much about themselves and this world they called Ashariel. They had learned that not only was there the world of the mortals, the solid and consistent world where there creations roamed. There was also the world of the infinity, a boundless plain which the gods could shape and mold to their whim.

So each god had done, created their own realm. The Twisting Nether, Sargons realm and home, was an ethereal realm of immense beauty. It is filled with lush forests, towering mountains, crisp rivers and clear water lakes. Wild animals roam free, and great wolves are the guardians of its doors. It is here that Sargon rules over the spirits of their werebeast and champions. Yet they had all come to the conclusion that they needed a neutral ground, free of mortals, and thus the Hall of Immortals was born. It was a magnificent place and in its center sat their thrones, where the gods would meet and govern the mortal plain.

Sargons throne, a simple and strong construct of pure obsidian. Through it silver veins flowed, a metal Sargon had become particularly fond of. Etched upon its surface, and carved into its face rested runes and sigils, and the depictions of the great wolves, his favored creations. It rested in the eastern circle of thrones, just as his mortal realm rested in the east of Ashariel.

Sargon sat here now, his obsidian armor and throne reflecting the lights of the Hall. His sword, Retribution, rested against the side of his throne.

"Our labors are almost at an end, my bretheren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry," Ulmo said in joy to his kin.

Sargon looked to his right where Kaira sat in her throne "Ladies first my dear"

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As the centuries passed, Kaira had tended to her realm, creating a haven for herself surrounded by water. While having no influence over the seas, Kaira had come to find the presence of water calming and she had surrounded herself with it, the crystal pools giving way to rich, fertile land where life flourished. She took great pride and pleasure in tending to the creatures that roamed the realm, careful not to interfere too much in the natural order of things.

She sat now in the Great Hall, surrounded once again by her closest friends. It was here, in their company that she was happiest. Her throne had been created from a tree that had once stood in her realm, the great structure feeling somewhat out of place there. Rather than letting the tree be destroyed, Kaira had modeled it into her throne. It stood, proud as any throne in that room, the smooth wood engraved with ivy and alstroemerias.

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

"Ladies first my dear," Sargon looked to her, waiting for Kaira to take part in the merriment before he did.

She reached for a flagon of wine, filling her goblet. She raised it to Ulmo, "Well said Brother," She smiled before taking a sip. She turned to Sargon, holding up the flagon, "Wine, Sargon?"

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The gods had long since left the days of their infancy behind. Centuries passed by in the blink of an eye to the great immortals. The Titan Braun was no exception. While his his brothers and sisters set to create great realms and leagues of faithful followers Braun set instead to the business of conquest. He pit himself against the greatest challenges he could find. From beasts, natural disasters and even his fellow gods. The fight he'd had with Ragon on the day of his birth now seemed tame in comparison to the battles he'd had since then with multiple of his kin. Though like that first conflict Braun never sought to bring true harm to his kin, no matter how cataclysmic the battle may have seemed he never allowed himself to harm his brothers and sisters. His greatest adversary during what in legend is called The Journey's of Braun or Braun's Trails was his brother Baraku.

Ever his adversary in all things Baraku was calamity and constantly sought to test the great God of Strength. From their battles whole peninsula had fallen into the sea, mountains crumbled and forests were flattened. Baraku was determined to prove himself stronger than the God of Strength. While normally Braun would welcome the constant challenge Baraku's motivations troubled him. His beliefs gave him pause and the hatred in his brothers eye wounded The Titan. Braun loved all of his kin but it was only Baraku who brought him true sorrow.

Seated now in the Great Hall that was so alike his own Jorrvaskr, forged in the heart of The Throat of The World. A mountain that was gifted unto Braun by his sister, Karkorthi Braun had torn the mountain asunder with his bare hands and crafted his mighty mead hall and home. He now sat in the mead hall to all the Gods seated a top a massive throne of stone. Within the throne was countless carvings and etchings of Braun's past heroic exploits. Depictions of his battle with the Lion of Nymea, his first Battle with Ragon, The bedding of Ai, The slaying of the Mad Hydra, The first battle beside his sister Kaira, The End of the Easter Coast of Essos where Braun tore the land mass off the main land and hurled it at his brother Baraku, The defense of Niueis when she had called upon him to protect her from an unwanted suitor, and many more legendary deeds of the God of Strength.

In his hand was a Iron Flagon of foaming ale and beside him was several barrels of the finest gods brew. He had began drinking long before arriving at the hall and was thrilled once his kin began enjoying themselves. He had a massive leg of some finely roasted bird in his hand that he was savagely tearing into, bite after hungry bite. After swallowing a mouthful he would wash his meal down with a few thirsty gulps of his brew, a good deal of which would drip into his beard and down his broad chest.

Beside him his sister Kaira offered Sargon some of the fine red God wine she was about to taste but Braun figured his Wolf Kin would savor the strength of Gods Ale instead, in fact they both may. He poured his brother and sister large pints of foaming ale and lumbered over with the flagons.

"While wine is fine, beer brings great cheer!"

Braun said happily as he slid the drinks across the table to his kin with a broad smile.

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Ai.


Finally, Ai's palace was completed. With the help of Anansi's progeny, she was able to create a beautiful palace out of her Cove.Fine silk drapery stained with vibrant colors, hung down from the walls, and upon the floor, hiding the bleak black walls of the cave and the soft of colorless sand below. Small pillows lining the floor as well, so that no matter where she may end up, she would be protected. In the deepest part of the Cove, sat a large bed, large enough that even someone as large as Braun could lay and still have room for others, created with the help of her siblings of course.

Ai lay upon the bed, admiring her work, a mischievous grin on her face as she imagined the next person she should take to bed. She rose, her dress now stained blue and cut into two pieces, covering her lower half, a skirt with a split up the side and embroidered with silver hung her hips, and covering her top, was a matching blue and silver brazier. leaving her flat bronze midriff bare. She enjoyed dressing herself, so she had the spider create for her a royal blue silk shaw, that connected around her head,, that the Love Goddess a more ethereal look as she move against the wind. She emerged from her Cove and met with her siblings in the mead hall. She smiled brightly as her sisters and flirtatiously at her brothers. Our labors are almost at an end, my bretheren. Let us feast, drink, and be merry," Ulmo exclaimed and she smiled at him. She took a seat, just as Braun came around with Ale. She grinned a rose her glass to him. “ I have something to show you, Brother.” She said with a smile as she took a sip of her warm ale. She could feel already this night shall end, with one or more in her bed.



OOC: I'm drawing a blank for Anansi, right now, I'll think of something later/

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Before Sargon could answer, Braun offered his advice, "While wine is fine, beer brings great cheer!" He grinned while sliding two flagons of ale to herself and Sargon. Kaira eyed the flagons, an eyebrow raised, then looked to her brother, shaking her head.

"Braun, my dear dear brother, what trouble you will get me into one day," Kaira drained her goblet, "But I fear this time you may be right. Tonight is a night to be merry, we can return to serious business in the morning." She raised her ale to her brother, dipping her head slightly before taking a drink.

Kaira watched Ai as she slinked over to Braun. "I have something to show you, Brother," She smiled at him, taking a sip of her ale. Kaira shared a knowing look with Sargon. They were all well aware of what it was Ai had to show Braun. Kaira smiled warmly at her, "Ai, sister," Kaira rose from her throne and embraced Ai warmly, "It is wonderful to see you again."

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Sargon

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Sargon watched as Kaira smiled before taking a sip. She turned to Sargon, holding up the flagon, "Wine, Sargon?" Yet before he could respond, his brother Braun interrupted with cheer and excitement.

"While wine is fine, beer brings great cheer!" Braun said happily as he slid the drinks across the table to his kin with a broad smile.

"Braun, my dear dear brother, what trouble you will get me into one day," Kaira drained her goblet, "But I fear this time you may be right. Tonight is a night to be merry, we can return to serious business in the morning"

Sargon was appeased that his kin were enjoying themselves. He had few dealings with his kin since he first met them. Yet they still seemed to act like children, which only made Sargon feel more distant.

Karkorthi, she had helped him to raise Numenor from the sea, and shaped it into his mortal domain. Vast mountain ranges encircled Numenor, opening in two points; the first was the Gap of Numenor which rested between the Highland Mountains and the Crystal Sea giving access to Kairas lands to the south. The second was the Wolves Maw, a narrow valley between the Highland Mountains and the Misty Mountains giving access to the Everlasting Forest, and west into Ashariel. She had helped him to shape the inner mountains and valleys, the river beds and plains. Finally she had gifted his land with infinite and abundance of minerals.

Nieuses, had gifted life into his domain in the form of forests. Lush trees covered the mountains and plains, and made up the bulk of Numenors western front, the Everlasting Forest. Finally she had gifted life in small animals that roamed the forests and plains of Numenor.

Ulmo had helped little, granting fresh waters into Numenor. The massive rivers and falls, lakes and streams. His major gift had been the River Danius which separated Numenor from Ashariel.

His other siblings he had sparse dealings with, nothing more and nothing less


Sargon gently moved the flagon of ale to his side, reaching for his silver goblet of wine "I will have to pass on this merriment" he took a swig from his goblet "I had been pulled away from my work for business, not play" he had become cold in the past years, and solitary from much of his kin.

Only Kaira could truly tell what was on his mind. A war had erupted in Numenor between his creations, the wraiths and Valkyrie. The wraiths were numerous, and commanded the shadows, going as far as to ally themselves with daemons. Yet his Valkyrie, gifted and immortal warrior women had held the tide of evil his wraiths had become. Yet something still needed done to end this war.

"If you need me" Sargon said rising from his seat "I will be in the Hall of Knowledge" he patted his thigh walking out, and his hound Kiara rose to her feet and trotted after her master.