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Nex

God of the Ambition and Power

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

Description

God Name: Nex
Title: God of the Ambition and Power
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Evil
God Appearance:

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Personality: Nex is cruel, violent, and ambitious. He prefers brute force, confrontation, intimidation, and violence in order to get what he wants. This is not to say that he is a mere brute. No. He is quite cunning and is known for his trickery and malice. However, his tricks are usually brutal and far beyond such notions as "civility" or "honor". Nex believes in doing whatever it takes to win and dominate those around him, though he does have a few rules not even he would cross such as pretending to be an ally in order to stab the other in the back. Nex despises those who would strike from the shadows, but would not fight in open battle.

Nex has few allies among the other deities and fewer still that he would call a "friend". However, he maintains a certain fondness for a few of them, some of whom he considers his enemies. Though he would deny it, Nex wouldn't know what to do without an enemy and, in the deepest part of his heart of hearts, he doesn't truly desire to kill any of his fellow gods. Conquer and enslave, yes, but never kill.

Opinion of mortals: "These mortals... So fragile and arrogant. I can crush any of them with my own fist should I choose, but there is potential."

God’s Domain: Nex's domain is that of a desert given that is where his people live in the mortal realm. There are shifting sands and animals such as jackals and other wild beasts that are the only ones that may survive in the desert. However, if you gain his favor or are strong enough to navigate the treacherous desert, you may arrive an oasis. It is the biggest oasis you would ever see with flowing, fresh water, figs and other fruits growing on trees, and plentiful vegetation. In the midst of this rises a gigantic palace that made of marble and sandstone decorated with silks and fabrics, mostly reds and golds, and surrounded with grand walls. Here lives Nex, in his own paradise. Within the Oasis and a few scattered throughout the desert here and there live the followers who have gained his favor and have proven resilient enough to cross the desert of his realm. For a desert dwelling people, the Oasis and Nex's palace is true paradise. And, in the midst of the desert, there is always war games for Nex's followers to participate in to hone their skills in combat as he never wants them to forget for an instant that they are a warrior people.

Avatar Name: Cain

Avatar Appearance: Image

Personality: Cain possesses a personality very similar to his deity. He desires riches, comfort, and power and is not afraid of using violence to get them. In his former life, he was a desert bandit who preyed on the weak and whatever other traveler he found. Now, he is a war leader and an immortal chieftain who will exorcise his violent tendencies and his greed in the service of his god.

Magic Abilities: Cain's swordsmanship and archery are superb and improves as he gains more experience. He is also a master at horsemanship as he knows well how to coax a horse for extra speed or endurance and how to fight upon horseback as well as or better than on foot. Within the desert, he has control of the sands and the winds and in battle, he has great endurance.

Hero(es): (One name and personality per hero; may be left blank initially as your Avatar builds a civilization;)
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Terrain Preference: Desert. Nex has no need for water in order to survive, but he does have a fondness for oasises. The largest settlements of his followers too are often found near oasises, or the River Iteru, which is the lifeblood of the Kingdom of Quarth.

Name of Kingdom/Empire: Empire of Qarth.
Capital: Iteru- The largest city in the Empire, Iteru is named for the great river that it is built beside. In its worse parts, it is crowded and dirty, but in its more luxurious sections, it contains the gold-encrusted Temple of Nex, Cain's Palace, the Tower of Alchemy, and the Tower of Magi among other grand buildings. Outside the walls, along the river, there is fertile farmland.
Major Cities:

Nekhen- A city near the middle of the Shifting Desert, it is not as large as Quarth but the oasis it is built around along with its deep wells make it a stopping point for trade caravans wishing to stop for refreshment. It also maintains a sizable garrison as it is where soldiers go to train.

Desouk- The City of the Dead, Desouk is a sacred place amidst the shifting sands of the Shifting Desert. It is here that the dead are buried in tombs, their detail and elaboration depending on the wealth or importance of the individual. It is here that the Alcoytes of Set reside, guarding the tombs and their construction, practicing combat, and spending time in contemplation of Nex's teachings.

Qus- A mining city near the mountains bordering the Shifting Desert, it is here that gold, silver, copper, iron, and other metals and mined and either shipped elsewhere or refined and used for goods.

Society:
[People]
The Qarthians are a harsh people, as befits a mortal race that chooses to dwell in the desert and follow the God of Ambition and Power. Greatness is everything in this society and it is believed that it is the destiny of the strong to rule and the weak to bow down or be destroyed. What this will mean if the Qarthians are ever conquered is unknown. The Qarthians do believe, however, that conflict is what allows a society to evolve and adapt in order to grow stronger. War is inevitable and only the weak would fear it in their view. As such, their culture is very much dominated by a militaristic tradition. There are view other kingdoms/empires that they view as allies and none that they do not view with suspicion. However, they are willing to raid or conquer a foreign kingdom if they believe they could gain something from it. Slavery is also common in Qarth with their capital, Iteru, being a center in the slave trade. Despite their aggressive tendencies, however, they have some redeeming qualities. Qarthians rarely swear an oath, but should they be made to swear an oath by Nex, their tribe, and their kingdom, they will not go back on it, though some are more tricky than others in their oaths. They are also very loyal to their own people and tribe as well as their god and are known for being generous hosts. They take hospitality seriously and a host harming or killing his or her own guests once they have taken them under their own protection is beyond contempt in their view. To honor Nex and themselves, the Qarthians often build great monuments and tombs. Their dead are mummified with even the poorest family attempting to preserve their loved ones the best they can.

The Qarthians can be divided into three groups depending on where they live and what their occupation is. Only a third of them live in their cities with the rest making their living either as farmers or, as their people were originally, desert nomads, herding sheep, cows, goats, and especially horses. There are five principle tribes determined by ancestry and it is the nomadic tribes that have a reputation as the best horsement... and raiders.

[Economy]
The economy in the Qarthian Empire is a stable one. Finished goods are produced in their cities as their mines and farms produced surplus metals and food for export. The Qarthians are most famous for their horses, however. Originally a nomadic people, the horse, camel, and other steeds are valued by their society, though not to the extent they once were. The Shifting Desert is the center of a trade route that connects many different peoples from the Tenma Empire to the Avuvians along the Sea. Thus, the Empire of Qarth grows rich from trade along with exacting tolls and offering "protection" to trade caravans. However, there are other, more illicit means funding the economy. Plunder and slaves flood the Empire as many Qarthians have taken to making a living off plundering other peoples and abducting men, women, and children to serve as slaves, selling whoever is not brought in Qarth to other countries with the government denying involvement which is a partial truth. However, the government does not forbid it and grows rich taxing the sale of slaves and plundered goods. Entertainment is also a rich avenue in the economy from chariot races to gladiator fights to performing arts.

[Politics]
The Qarthian Empire is an absolute monarchy with the Avatar of Nex ruling by divine right. Moreover, they believe that Cain is partially divine and regard his every word as divine law, second to only Nex's. From their nomadic days, however, the Qarth still retain tribal divisions with each chieftain serving to advise the Avatar and make decisions regarding the appointment of government officials and laws in Cain's absence. They also retain the right to govern their own tribes in regard to internal disputes or lawbreaking.

So begins...

Nex's Story

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Sargon


”Greetings! Pleasure ta meet ya!” a female voice said

Sargon turned around to see an attractive red haired women, energetic as the others. Another of his kin he assumed, and he was sure there would be more of them. They were awaking from this world, or their domains, and coming together. Something was causing them to stir, and it had a plan for them. In Sargons mind however, he had his own plans.

Suddenly Sargons mind was no longer in the present. His eyes, naturally silver, faded to a pure almost demonic black. His muscles tightened holding his body erect, as if he was still in control. But in his mind, he drifted over the landscape, and what he saw pleased him.

Mountains.....Valleys.....
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Forests.....Rivers....
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Sargon saw a massive stone city rise forth from the earth, and out from the mountains. He saw beings much like himself, clad in armor and brandishing weapons, they gathered in massive numbers outside the mountain city...

Army

They cheered and roared his name, honored him with song and idols. He watched as they surged forth building more cities, rallying more men. He watched as they removed their helms, eyes glowing yellow, fangs took shape within their jaws and they became savage, they slaughtered all those who opposed them.

Sargons mind returned to his body "My children" he whispered

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

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

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

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

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Kaira


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

"I did not expect this..."

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

"Hush now."

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

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

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

"It's a boy."

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

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

"It's a girl."

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

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

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

"Beautiful does not do them justice."

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

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

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

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

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Kaira


"Extend a hand for him to slap away?" Kaira echoed Tywin, her calm voice hiding the anger that flowed beneath the surface, "You know nothing of this God and yet you are so quick to condemn him."

Finally Sargon took it upon himself to speak " Stay your tongue of venom Tywin!" he spoke in a cool demanding tone "We are not each others enemy here, we are kin. You speak of Justice and Order, yet you carry yourself with the arrogance of a tyrant. You are not the King of the gods, you are apart of this council just as I am. Halt your poisonous words, born from your bruised ego, instead of carrying on like a child in a tantrum, carry yourself as the god I know you to be."

Sargon looked into the pool " This god has made himself our enemy" He looked to his kin "Both Kaira and Tywin speak truth" his words carried with the tone of a commander, collected and confident."Let me bring this god before us. Let me put him on trial before us and hear his story. Only then can we decide his fate. Only then can Justice be given."

Kaira looked to Sargon, releieved he had spoken to put Tywin in his place. She looked to her siblings, "I agree with Sargon. This God's crimes cannot go unpunished, but we must all decide what the future will bring for him. If Sargon is sent then at least there is some chance of a fair trial for our new brother. If we act too rashly or too harshly, we may make the situation even worse than it already is." Kaira kept a level gaze on Tywin for a moment, trying to gage his reaction before letting her sight travel to each of her siblings in turn, ending on Sargon.

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

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

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

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

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






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

He should be punished.

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

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

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

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

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

”Some dreams are stronger than others…”

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

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"Valiance?"

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

"Boy's got a grip!"

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

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

"This one's a fighter Ai."

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

"Greet thy sister son."

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"By what right?..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This council is a joke."

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

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Nex


"Perhaps I should answer for myself?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Anansi


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

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


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

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

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

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

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Nex stared at the where the crown had crashed at his feet and for the first time in his life, he was at a loss for words. He hadn't expected to encounter resistance. After all, every mortal he had run into soon bowed before him or were overwhelmed by his own power. For a second, he looked like a child as he glanced around at his siblings. He could sense power from Ulmo and from the others now that he wasn't marveling at his own. He blushed in shame, however, and glared at Nuri.

He glared over at her.

"And what have any of you done with your mortal children?! You just leave them to wander endlessly throughout the world, unaware of the purpose of their existence, ignorant of their own potential. Do you fear them?" he asked, regaining some of his bravado.

Ulmo glanced at Anansi, appearing to ignore the younger god, but thinking on what he had said, "What do you suggest? Interfering with our full power is dangerous."

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Noctre chuckled beside Baraku as she watched the other gods bicker. Tywin was truly a difficult god to like, even if he helped keep order and balance. He was too extreme and was, frankly put, an ass of a god. But the dark goddess could only smirk at his immovable resolve, his unwillingness to budge from his opinion. Kaira and Sargon were definitely not as entertained as she was, however. She tapped her finger against the table top and scoffed. "We're all going to kill each other."

There was a tip in the scales of balance. Noctre could feel it, as could her sisters. She could feel the sensation of darkness rising over the light, slowly beginning to smother it. She looked to her sisters, seeing a displeased look on both of their faces. Amara looked particularly vexed. The other gods were in a frenzy, frantically arguing about the drama created by a new god causing mischief in the mortal world. It wasn't long before that being decided to show himself to his elders.

A thin, wicked grin curled the edges of Noctre's lips. "Speak of the devil." She looked towards her sisters, Hellia's grip on her battle axe tightening at the sight of the new god. Amara's eyes narrowed and her look soured as he spoke of power and his right to rule the gods. Noctre scoffed, silently disappearing from her place by the Storm God. Suddenly, she was behind Nex, caressing his shoulder. "This young one does not lie, brothers and sisters." She purred to the other gods. "He does hold immense power, as his title implies. But his claim to kingship. . ." Her voice trailed off into a dark chuckle as she circled him, analyzing the form he took. "Men always seek to dominate, to seize what others have created and call it their own. You do not wish for what's best for your followers. You simply wish for glory to add to your own name." She smiled grimly.

Hellia stepped forward, slinging her axe over her shoulder. "We do not fear the mortals, Brother. We love them like any mother or father loves their children." She gulped, gathering her strength to speak. She usually left Amara and Noctre to tear into those who threatened the balance. "We love them, so we've chosen to allow them to choose their own paths." She sighed, but winced at a wave of pain that washed over her stomach and her loins. Amara placed her hand on her sister's shoulder and stepped passed her, staring coldly at Nex.

"Nex." Her voice was cold and calm like icy water. "You are a strong god, that is undeniable, but where there is strength," Her silver eyes narrowed. "There is weakness. For every skill and power you posses, there is a flaw just large. Do not think you are invincible, for you are not. We are not the mortals you have intimidated and awed into worshiping you. We were here in the beginning of the world." She took another terrifyingly graceful step forward, a cold gust of air following her. "And we will be here at the end. If you threaten the balance again, my godling, I will not hesitate to make sure you discover how truly weak and feeble you can be." She turned her back to him, gently grabbing Hellia's hand. "Hellia, Noctre, we have business to attend to. Let us take our leave. Ulmo, brothers, sisters, it has been a pleasure." Noctre grinned at Nex, placing a kiss on his cheek as she followed her sisters.

The Trinity soon arrived in the realm of Ai, the goddess of Love. "Sister!" Hellia exclaimed with an excited grin. "We come bearing gifts to welcome you to motherhood!" They found her resting on her bed, an image of beauty and tragedy. "Oh Sister! Do not cry." The War Maiden frowned rushing to Ai's side, gently holding her hand with the purest love and care. Amara watched their fellow goddess, a sad smile marking her lips. "Ai, we are here to celebrate a miracle. You are a mother now. We could feel it." Noctre nodded slowly. "This is something to be happy about. Not all women have the ability to do what you have done." There was a hint of resentment in the voice of the Mistress, but she was happy for the new mother.

Hellia grinned at Ai and held out her free hand to the love goddess. A ball of light shone brightly in her palm and it soon dimmed, leaving behind a beautiful doll. "This is my gift. Her name is Purity and she will remind you what is important. She will not judge and she will remind you that innocence never leaves you. She'll remind you of your own goodness." The Dreamer handed the doll to Ai. Noctre stepped closer, a cloak of black fur and raven feathers materializing in her hands. "I give you a cloak of darkness. This will remind of your power, for you know that love is a two edged sword and nothing to be underestimated. It will also bring you warmth and comfort through any and every hard time." She walked towards the bed, draping the cloak over Ai's shoulders.

Amara smiled gently and stuck out her hands, a white dove in one and a black one in the other. "These are my gifts. They are Love and Heartbreak. They will serve you and remind you of your duality as a woman. They will teach you of the dark and the light, allowing you to own every aspect of yourself. You are strong, yet you are vulnerable. You are innocent, yet you can be deviant. You are civilized, yet you can be wild. No coin is one sided." The two bird flew out of the Mother's hands and they danced around Ai's head, brushing her cheeks with their wings.

"These are our gifts to help you as you go forward on life's journey and continue on the cycle of womanhood. You are a mother now-" Noctre laughed. "Next thing you know, you'll be the Crone."

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"The Road to Discovery"


As Nex entered and proclaimed dominion, his fellow Gods obviously met it with resistance. Yet, he felt they didn't take Nex too seriously. They never seem to take the more sinister deities with any serious. At least from what he can see. Still Baraku hasn't shown much serious to Nex either. After all words can only carry one so far...where is this power he commands? That's something Baraku would like to witness. But the situation was becoming routine as always. The Good analyzes and dismisses the Bad, and were left here wondering what might have been?

No doubt something may occur, Nex doesn't seem the type to mill about. Still if he is to readily claim dominion, Baraku's chances are being threatened. Though he knows he didn't even believe there was a chance. It was through the actions of this newest God that acted as a call to arms of sort. He can't let Nex get the drop on the race for supremacy. Baraku must enter. His desire to be the strongest is beginning to get the better of him. As the Trinity left so too did he. He would disappear in bolt of lightning leaving the Throne Room behind him. He cut his attendance short and left for his realm.

Contrary to what the others say of Baraku, his realm isn't chaotic. No it was quite a serene and peaceful realm. Known as Heiwatani, it would serve as a paradise itself. Baraku has spent many a time training here. But now he would begin his journey, he will discover how far his powers of creation can go. Taking in the sites and the architecture of his realm, he wanted his people to live in a similar land. Though not entirely duplicated. He traveled to the Realm of Mortals. He began to create. Many of his kin have made Humans as the staple of their creations. Though many the Gods have made their own special races added in. Baraku decided to use a Human form as a template. From there he modified to fit his standards. He created his own variant of a human, but even so he felt unsatisfied.

Humans behaved so...dependently. He saw the Human as feeble, definitely not the sort of creature that should represent Baraku. He wanted something stronger, something imposing that it's very appearance invokes thought. Humans were too plain. His mind racked to change it, something ferocious like Sargon's Lycans, but even more brutal. Something like the predators of Ragon, yet more sophisticated than primitive. Something with a warrior's spirit like Braun's creations, but with less inhibitions. It was then a spark, like lightning, surged in his mind. A vision of great beast appeared. It looked dark with teeth as sharp as fangs, with claws like lizards. Horns like a bull and skin like hides. It was this vision that transformed his human template into a frightful beast.

It's body humanoid, but it exuded something far more dark. The aura was vicious, chaotic, and frankly, evil. It was grand. Though when Baraku first released the demonic creature. It was savage it destroyed without reason or control. That would simply not do. While he was uncertain on how the human transformed it was clear it needed it more substance. He bestowed intellect and reason upon the creature. It calmed down and began to speak like a human, though retained the same fearsome shape and aura. It still could give way to such dark intents. Baraku smiled at his creature, the perfect mix of ferocity and civility. It will be a force to be reckoned with for sure. A war-like race with a thirst for blood unseen in this realm. They will surely grow to become even more powerful, as he instilled the values of strength and becoming stronger. It became a virtue amongst this race to be. He also instilled other values such a honor and combat. Finally he gave them the drive and reason for governance.

Once finished he made more. These creatures came in other shapes, sizes, color, from hair to horns, to skin to eyes. He transported them to land far to the east. An approximation close to where he determines his realm to be. There were fast forests and fields. Hills and mountains. Bamboo and rivers. The land was misty and somewhat dark. It was here Baraku allowed the creatures to roam. It wasn't before long the creatures were self-aware and aware of others. Everything from names to genders. The Males naturally mingled with the females. The males naturally sought combat with other males. Even the Female population understood strength and occasionally combated other females. Baraku allowed them to spread across this land as he left for his own realm.

He created more of the same creatures to inhabit his realms. Though they were made much more different than the ones on the mortal realm. They were given free reign to create and destroy as they saw fit. The ones here in Heiwatani, were made strictly to obey. They were to cater to Baraku's whims and to maintain his palace and grounds. Servitude they were taught, noticeably more docile than the ones on Ashariel. Yet, been given the skills to be violent and combative. For a long while, Baraku was happy as a smile etched on his face. He created what he would name the Oni. Demonic creatures that serve him or worship him. Quickly they named Baraku the Onigami. Meaning Demon God, feeling Baraku's true name should be sacred. Therefor they developed this holy moniker for him. Baraku did not care. However they may address him as, they knew respect. Baraku will forever be respected by them. A virtue like Strength, that should never be disregarded.

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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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The pass of Kal'Thundgar, one of eight mountain passes to the north of Numenor, cutting through the towering and impassible Spine of the World. It was the narrower of the eight, and only allowed for small columns to navigate its treacherous paths. Long had each pass been protected by the Frostback clan (center armor) a clan of rugged and hardy lycans who had sworn an oath to protect the mountains of the north from invaders. Such an oath as was being fulfilled this day...

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lack of magic" Khali asked raising her brow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"A Mockery"


The Storm God was quite displeased by Arthas's silence. Even more so by Sargon's intervention. This infuriated him even more. The electricity made the air a feel stagnated. As energy began to spark of his body. The sounds of a storm brewing again. He looked towards Sargon with rage. "So the Lord of Shadows finally speaks." He spat. "Only to deny me even more!" He shouted. He witnessed Arthas's testament and only spat again. "This whole display is sickening." He then turned and began to exit the Hall of Immortals. But not without some last words.

"I hope that pleases you Sargon!" "It looks like you have another hound at your command." He spoke. "Why do you fancy yourself a ruler?" "Do you wish to be like Ulmo!?" Baraku spoke directing his anger to Sargon. "If you all feel so threatened by me, then at least do me the honor of challenge." "If you seek to imprison me as well, I assure you, it will not be as easy as with Nex!" He spat. He drew his attention back to the others. "This Council...it's a mockery!" "Led by nothing more than a bunch of arrogant, hypocritical fools!" Baraku spat. "There is no unity, no fellowship, no kinship!" "You say I challenge you then so shall I have!" "I have my victory this day." "You have shown all I needed to know!" He then began to storm out of the Halls.

Then he paused refusing to turn to look at any of them. "Arthas!" "Keep steadfast to your vow!" "It will be challenged one day!" "One day....," He paused as his voice quietened to a whisper, "...this Council will fall." "Making that happen, is my personal mission in life." With that Baraku exited the halls not looking back. The time of being a tool to the system is over, his Path to Power has begun. He soon disappeared back into his personal realm.

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The Land of Heiwatani. He sought recluse into his Garden, where life and peace was abundant. He looked upon his fountain he then fell to his knees and he cried. Frustration welled over him, mixed with pain, confusion, and anger. All-consuming anger. The skies over Heiwatani darkened and the rain fell. The heaviest rain fall the valley has ever seen. The Guardians of the Monastery gathered around and felt sorry for their beloved Onigami. The Onis of the realm were far more peaceful and understanding than the ones on Ashariel. Unintentional, Baraku perhaps created a safe haven for himself. He would not be judged here as the Onis went back to their business and left their Lord alone. He then looked at his reflection. "They will pay for this pain...they will pay." He spoke to himself. Soon the rain stopped as he hanged his head dejectedly. He retired to his quarters to contemplate his next moves.

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Anansi


Anansi had long left the bickering of her siblings. She understood both sides of the argument but neither required her opinion so she left them to it.

She had bigger problems at the moment.

"You are to stay here. I told you. You've been with the mortals much to long, I told you explicitly to stay here yet you neglect to listen and What do you do? You play tricks non-stop? Do you think that is enjoyable for anyone but you? Hm?" She said pacing back and forth. "Why can you not be like your cousin, Valiance? Obedient." She said shaking her head. "I makes me wonder who I angered, to be punished with such insolence." She said exasperatedly. It took a lot to make Anansi angry and it seemed her son, to whom thread she'd woven, rather then birthed herself, managed to do just. She did want to be so cross with him but boy did he do it.

"I will have no more of your tricks. You are to stay in Anansai, You will have your own realm within it but you are not to leave for more then a day, Lividum." She said and plucked his thread from her Web and binded it to those in Anansai. "I hate to do this but you've left me no choice." SHe said and now he was unable to leave his realm in Anansai for more then a day
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Nigriv and Valiance


Nigriv watched sadly as Baraku departed and she frowned sadly. "I am so confused, Arthur." She said. "He is right, I do not understand hatred, especially his." She said softly, playing with the automaton's silver fingers, smoothing her fingers over it's hard metal. "It just makes me sad now." She said and no sooner then she said that did her brother take a seat by her side. " That was very brave of you, Little Mouse."
"But I was afriad."
"You still spoke up. I am proud of you, Little Mouse." He said with a smile. She knew what her brother was doing, trying to make her feel better.
"I understand he all but called me a fool but excused it by my being a child."
"You are not a fool, There are things that you will not understand but it matters not, Do not let our sour uncle upset you." He said and Nigriv nodded. " I will try."
"That is all I ask." He said and ruffled her hair, upsetting a few curls.

"Now, There is a very pretty woman over there, I wonder if she would be willing to spar with me." Valiance said, his eyes falling on Sylvana from afar.

Nigriv giggled. "I do not know how well that will turn out for you, Brother." She said, " She is Aunt Kaira and Uncle Sargon's daughter. She might hurt you."

"I know."He said and with a wink he made his way over to her.

Nigriv shook her head. " My brother...He takes more after mother then he likes to think." She said with a smile.


Valiance approached the Goddess and took a knee. " Greetings, Cousin. I don't believe we've had the pleasure. " He said and stood up. "I am Valiance." He said but that was all. He didn't want to sound smug by announcing his title. He wanted to just be Valiance...who ever that was.

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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