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Nuri Kementári

The Goddess of Fire, Artifice and Invention.

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

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God Name: Nuri Kementári

Titles: Lady of Fire and Forge, The Shaper, The Soul-Forger, Maiden under the Mountain.

Holy Sumbol: A hammer set in front of an anvil: The Sign of Nuri

Alignment: Lawful Neutral

Portfolio: Fire, Artifice and Invention.

Patron of: Blacksmiths, Crafters, Engineers, Inventors, Woodworkers

Gender: Female

God Appearance: Despite her small stature, as she stands at a little under five foot, she is still a confident Goddess with an imposing air about her; this can also be attributed to her broad shoulders and stocky build. Her eyes are bright and piercing, always inquisitive of her work and those around her. Her almost mane-like red hair seems to cascade down her back, highlighted with flickering flames as her temperament waxes and wanes; though she sometimes leaves it loose she normally has it kept back by her goggles strapped across her forehead. Her clothing is normally hardwearing and durable, since it is likely to be covered in oils, grime or flakes of wood and metal depending on her latest task.

Personality: Nuri is a rather distant goddess who cares only for the act of creation and paying little or no notice to the events that happens beyond her sphere of influence, preferring to focus on what she has made with her own hands or helped others to create. Possessed of an unflinching mind-set and once set upon a course is almost impossible to sway, though despite this somewhat blunt tone she can be quite jovial when she wants to be. Though at times this can come across as harsh due to her tendency to state things as they are and voice her opinions with little regard for tact, as she doesn't see the point in keeping ideas to herself where it’s of no benefit to anyone. Worshipers of more magical arts oppose her view of holding technology in higher regard and above what they perceive to be the better craft, when in truth it is because she simply views magic as another tool for her craft; one she uses to its full potential to shape and empower her creations.

Favoured Weapon:
“The Heart of the Mountain”
A long handled Maul that the goddess uses at her forge to craft and create, but is just as serviceable in combat if needed. Nuri is also able to reshape it to fit her needs, such as changing the type of hammer for working with lighter materials.

“The Tears of the Mountain”
A pair of lightly curved longswords that she keeps sheathed across her back; forged from a silvery blue metal which seems to ripple like the surface of a crystal clear pool. Also when they are wielded air rushes through grooves and marking set into the metal to recreate the faint howl of weeping.

“The Ironmonger”
A large Stillson wrench that Nuri uses when working with mechanisms and pipework within devices. Similar to how she shapes her Maul to fit her uses, she can modify the wrench to serve different purposes.

Opinion of mortals: “If tooled correctly, they can be put to use and indeed may even serve a purpose.”

God’s Domain: The Domain of Nuri is a dark landscape, seeming to be a barren wasteland covered in dense clouds of thick, cloying smoke which seems to engulf its entirety. The land itself is made of rolling hills and mountains of rough stone with rivers of molten lava running throughout from boiling volcanos which churn the earth and renew its shape almost daily. Resulting in an ever-changing mutable effect where nothing is cast the way it was the moment before, but each time it is remade strong and powerful. Across the landscape is several enclaves which rise high into the mountain ranges which strongholds buried deep within the earth.

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It is from these as well as the roaming rivers and roaring volcanos that the smoke which blankets the land comes from, as inside this hallowed halls the servants and creations of Nuri toil at a myriad of works; tooling weapons and firing clay for pottery to designing stained glass windows. The cities beneath the fiery domain are alight with the fruits of both their labour and hers, with wonders to stir both beauty and terror in the hearts of mortals. No dwelling is the same and each stronghold of master craftsmen attempts to outdo eachother in her name, as well as for their own gain. Great networks of tunnels with all manner of contraptions for navigating them from automatic conveyance to simple walkways, allow their inhabitants to traverse the hostile landscape in relative safety.
Though above land in the heart of the flaming lakes is where Nuri lives herself in the heart of the three-fold towers that encircle her Mountain forge of Auilanar. Here she is surrounded by great living constructs, giants of fire and elemental creatures. Where she works tirelessly at her forge to devise new tools, or methods of creation or simply for the enjoyment of the act.



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Avatar Name: Morden
Avatar Appearance: Morden is a man of seemly middle age with long silvery grey hair and beard which reaches down to his upper chest, and pale blue eyes behind half-moon glasses. He wears long green robe-like clothes over similar coloured workman’s pants, and a myriad of mechanisms and tools hang from pockets and holders around his waist and across his chest and arms. He uses these to store all the items that he needs for his experiments and inventions.

Personality: He is of an inquisitive nature, similar to his goddess, but seems to find ways of recreating the awe of magic through the means of science rather than just combining the two. As well as this he also sometimes wishes to help mortals beyond the scope of Nuri’s influence, feeling more compassionate about their suffering rather than seeing them as having brought it on themselves through lack of knowledge or technology.

Magic Abilities: Intuitive Aptitude instantly learn and understand the complexity and exactness of organisms, objects, and even powers without the need of long-term or special education.
He is possess of an Intuitive Aptitude, allowing him the ability to understand and learn the complexity of how organisms, objects and even magical abilities and skills work to an almost exact knowledge without the need of special education in their inner workings or dedicated research. This doesn’t stop him from still pursuing such to further his knowledge on things but at first glance he is capable of formulating a rather expansive evaluation of most mechanisms, including down to the complex nature of living creatures as well as those of more mundane systems.



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Terrain Preference: Where is it most likely to find your people?






Name of Empire: Ignarius

Empire Population: Estimated at 38.2million (19.1million Fire Giants (50%); 7.62million Half Giants (20%); 3.81million Constructs (10%); 3.81million Mountain Giants (10%); 1.90million Dwarves (5%); 1.90million Other (5%);)

Ruler: High-King Aberforth Undarus

City Government Pattern: Mercantile Oligarchy

Languages spoken in the empire: Common, Dwarven, Ignan, Draconic, Terran and Aquan.

Terrain Preference: Their homeland of Ungard is a heavily mountainous and rocky peninsula landmass in the northern corner of the world, with high cliffs ringing it and step drops into the ocean. They tend to delve deep below the earth and channel rivers of lava from the core of the world in order to mirror the Domain of their creator, Nuri; though another purpose of this is to help fuel their massive underground forge network that has slowly expanded across the mountainous land. They also siphon torrents of water from the sea in order to power their mechanics, as well binding elementals into powerful crystals into order to utilise them for their needs. Resulting in several plumes of steam rising from various points around the island almost constantly or alternating at different times of the day.

Capital: Tor’Ignartus - The hub of the Fire Giants small nation located at the heart of their nation to the north east of the main continent. It is affectionately termed ‘home under the mountain’ by them due to it being buried deep beneath the large cluster of mountains which makes up roughly 60% of their homeland.

Major Cities:

Ru’Ethar - This coastal trading city is placed on the north western edge of their empire and hosts the Ivory Spire, a gigantic towering structure at the heart of the fortress which acts as the primary airship trade hub for their nation. The city itself has great forges and docks that artisans work almost day and night in the care and maintenance of the airships that supply trade to the empire.

Kel’Mornar and Kel’Lartor - These are a pair of two cities nestled within the fertile highlands of the landmass’ southern half, it is primarily populated by Mountain giants with a mixture of half-giants


Society:

People
The population of Ignarius are made up primarily of craftsmen and inventors but there are also a great many of other walks of life which help sustain the empire. The majority of the empire is made up of the Fire Giants, the first children of Nuri, who are the masters of the forge cities and designers of the living rivers of flame that course through the empire. They usually live below ground but a few have been known to live in the more spacious areas and cities rather than their subterranean fortresses. On the other hand the half-giant descendants of their more elemental kin have a tendency to live closer to the sea down at the south eastern side within the cities like Ru’Ethar.

Many of the surface cities are freely travelled by all creatures who pass through the empire, since they are welcomed by the many traders and markets dotted across the land. The mountain giants are known for their vast pastures of heard animals, as well as the various milks, cheeses and meats that they supply to the rest of the empire.

Many of the more manual tasks, such as pulling carts or churning butter for example are performed by constructs of varying designs and systems. Many of the golems turned to the task of manual labour are simple tools, build strong and tough of either stone or earth where they are set to tilling of farms.

Economy
The business of Ignarius is in trade and craftsmanship, the infrastructure of the cities is formed around the forge and the art of the smith. Through several of the other branches of their populous they have since expanded their art to progressing technology as far as they can. They have so far been able to refine the production of metals beyond most known methods, and as such the export of their produce has become in high demand.

In the past hundred years they have advanced a development in binding elementals to power devices through charged shards of crystal and rings of energy bound to ships to allow flight. This has allowed for trade across vast distances to become easier and more reliable for the most part, with many of the ships controlled and manned by Half-Giants as well as members of other races with a rare few commanded by full blooded Fire Giants.

While the majority of elementals bound to ships are fire elementals of raw energy that have been tooled and controlled by powerful artificers there has been examples of binding lesser elementals of other elements as well which has allowed for elemental land carts as to move through the earth without disrupting it by its passage or a galleon with spirits of the air to lift it so it glides across the surface or the sea.

Sadly rumours of other powerful beings and elementals being bound and some have termed the act of Binding paramount to slavery on the part of the empire, but since the closeness of the Fire Giants and the fire elementals themselves it has never become an issue. But in recent years the claim of slavery has become more vocal and begun causing issues within the politics of the empire.

Despite the issues surrounding them the elemental bound airships have become quite sought after as a means of transporting goods long distances, and in the recent years plans for various trading hubs across the world to be fitted with towers designed specifically for the loading and off-loading of goods from these vessels, but so far only a few have been agreed on.

Politics
The people of Ignarius tend to keep themselves to themselves and avoid conflict with others if possible, usually being neutral ground in all issues. This has led to several problems due to their habit of trading with both sides in a war and supplying each army with food or weapons, the latter being the most sought after. While they are by and by a peaceful nation with little problems with other ones, there is always a slight tension in regards to the means by which their transports are powered as well as the secrecy surrounding the heart of their nation. Despite this they are by no means a weak nation, since they do keep and maintain a strong military. This is especially due to the fact that the majority their populace are hardworking, strong and well-built having spent much of their lives working forges, even if only during their youth or as a pastime. And of course few are willing to actively provoke Giants and rouse them from their home.

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So begins...

Nuri Kementári's Story

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There was nothing but silence, crushing empty darkness and unending cold. It permeated everything, filled it with a hardness and left it empty. It was an endless thing, so deep down within the dark; yet… a faint glimmer was growing down here alone. It has always been there, smothered and almost drowned out for an eternity by the roaring silence as its prison tried to end it before it could grow. The spark would not be put out, not now, not ever.



She opened her eyes, pain and tightness greeted her as she found herself trapped and locked in place. She screamed into the darkness which moved not, and the silence she had known for an eternity was not even broken by her own voice. Her body become more chilled as she was slowly becoming lost once more within this claustrophobic abyss as it somehow trapped her more as she doubted herself.

Calmly she closed her eyes, for all the difference it made. Breathing slowly she set her jaw firmly as her mid echoed her purpose. She didn’t know where she was or why she was but she would not be kept here. Not now, not ever. Her hands clenched into fists as she felt her bones creaking and cracking, eyes wide open the darkness melted away and shuddered in response to the flames that now engulfed her form; burning bright and deadly from her eyes and mouth as her hair ignited. The earth and rock that had trapped her here since her birth changed in moments, becoming liquid fire and retribution as she forced herself free; at last she was no one’s prisoner.

The earth was rumbling with the echoes of voices and struggles high above, but they barely registered for her. Right now she was vengeful and filled with a fury born from the darkness, forged bright in the flames of her own fears she let them overcome her and everything she touched as she rose faster and faster through the melting earth. Her flames spread and tore through the bedrock in all directions, the veins and arteries of a world seeking their first passage as the world itself seems to greet her with dislike and displeasure.

Her screams were now ringing her ears, as the fire lent its strength to her voice. She could feel the earth giving way as it offered less resistance to her flames, as she approached the very surface of the world above; and for a moment she suddenly calmed and was back in the cloying dark again. Her breathing slow and steady as time stopped inside her head, her thoughts flashing back and forth as she realised what was about to happen.

A faint smile curved her lips as she broke through to the open air, fire and lava pouring from the depths of the world as she broke free at last; and all across the world of Ashariel mountains and hills and the depths of the seas erupted in explosive volcanoes as her birth was made manifest. The northern chain of volcanoes which had been formed around her first glimpse of this world had long since ceased their pouring of smoke into the air to blacken the sky when she herself arose.



She knew not how long it had been since she had begun her journey to the surface but it was into this light that Nuri climbed, digging her way out of the piled ash and hardened lava, shaking her body loose of rivets of the liquid fire that still clung to her. Her face was darkened with soot and parts of her skin and hair were singed but the smile still remained, joyous and alive to be free of the stagnant earth below her. Her eyes glittered in the new light of the world, straining her eyes after darkness for so long. Shaking her head slightly so her hair covered her face, she knelt into one of the rivers of lava still flowing from the chain of volcanoes, reaching both hands in to her elbows and lifting out a pair of goggles that she strapped over her head and lowered slightly to help her ease into accustoming to the sunlight. Patting down her clothes, extinguishing the odd fire here and there, she slowly began to walk down the mountains towards these people.



As she approached she could slowly discern voices being carried on the wind towards her but was unable to make them out, bar one which seemed to echo heartily across the world. Something about getting him into trouble which seemed odd to her, causing her brow to furrow slightly in confusion before she shrugs her shoulders and approached them not long after another did so as well.

”Greetings! Pleasure ta meet ya!”

She called out to them, eying each of them in turn and wondering to herself that she seemed somewhat shorter than them all, but waving it off to herself as of little import. However her thoughts lingered for a moment or two on the great creature that stood nearby, a elemental force like herself and one she felt she knew… her mind returning to the place she had escaped as she tried her best to not let her eyes narrow in recognition of the other she had felt nearby in her torment.

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Nex Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Strach Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Ragon Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai
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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...

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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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Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai
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Karkothi


Braun's affection was an unexpected thing, as he squeezed her massive claw in rough embrace. And then Anansi revealed that she, too, was not all pink skin and soft hair, but hard chitin and hidden fangs. Karkorthi discovered the unexpected delighted her, and thus did she decide to stay amongst these strange others, rather than withdraw back underneath her mountains.

Their group was joined by others. Many others. They came now as if drawn to the place. A woman naked and flirtatious, another clad in starlight and calling herself Goddess. And then the Fire. Karkothi's eyes could not narrow, nor did they give the impression that they would have if they could. She knew that one with the red hair. Her heat and writhing had woken Karkorthi first.

Where Nuri was prisoner, Karkorthi was home, and Nuri's firey ravages had shaken the Scorpion-Goddess to a wakefulness she had not welcomed. Even now, that fire burned deep at the core, and so long as it did, Karkorthi would not sleep. It was meant to be that way for the people that would come later, of course. All things fit just so. Without that Fire, the Earth would slumber in dead silence. Without the Earth, the Seas would run rampant over all and there would be nowhere to be safe and steady. Without the Seas, the Wind would be a dry and dead thing, bringing only heat and dust. And in full circle, without the Wind, the Fire would smother and die.

But understanding the necessity did not mean Karkorthi treasured this fiery Other, and she carefully filed the presence of Nuri next to that of Ulmo in her heart.

She watched Life spring into Ulmo's realm, and recalled the beasts of Ragon that walked above. Contemplatively, Karkorthi dragged one of her claws in a scoop of the glittering sand, feeling for the power that had been with her since birth. The tumbling grains grew into sandy miniatures of herself, waving their tails menacingly at each other as they burrowed away to safety. They skittered away from the gathered Gods not out of cowardice - for they each brandished the same armament she did - but simply out of a desire to remain unseen and safe.

Proving that she wasn't all terrible beast and menacing insect, she turned in curiosity as one of Ragon's predators chased furry prey in the grass nearby. With a tentative thought that curled her tail, that silky-furred creature disappeared in a flash of burrowing paws, granted safety within the loamy reaches of Her power. Already, however, she thought of ways the predator might continue its chase.

Karkorthi imagined the dark places beneath her mountains where even grander creations could find silence and safety... and it pleased her.

"It is as you say.." She remarked to Kaira thoughtfully, "If we can create, we can destroy... I have no desire to batter myself against you all." At least not without purpose. Though unspoken, it hung at the end of her peace offering much like the wicked tip of her tail hung above the pristine and beautiful jewels on her back. This would-be keeper of stone and earth was passive, not pacifist.

"But much as we must be together... surely we can be separate? I cannot touch the waves," She turned her attention to Ulmo in that calm acknowledgement of his element's opposition to her own, "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."

Her words made perfect sense to her, even if she had no idea from where her calm, logical observations came from. It was simply her nature to be observant.

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Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai
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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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"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: Ulmo Character Portrait: Kaira Character Portrait: Sargon Character Portrait: Espiri Character Portrait: Niueis Character Portrait: Braun Character Portrait: Mortum Character Portrait: Karkorthi Character Portrait: Nuri Kementári Character Portrait: The Trinity Character Portrait: Nocte Character Portrait: Anansi, The Spider Goddess. Character Portrait: Ai
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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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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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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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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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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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She nodded slowly to herself at Nocte's somewhat distant but utterly silent reaction to her greeting. While as much a fan of thought as any and methodical approaches to the ways of life, it didn't sit right with Nuri to let such things get in the way of being friendly and talkative to those you were with. Though who was she to judge them, and the topic of creating seemed to have wormed its way into all their thoughts, which may well explain their absent-ness. Yes, that had to be it. Looking up at the goddess she smiled and half waved, half saluted her with index and middle finger pressed together while the rest of the fingers bent slightly.

"Well, ya seems busy. I'll leave you to it and speak soon. Seems we're all getting used to things, aye?"

With that she turned and hefted her hammer across her shoulders, catching sight of those few who still lingered and offering a similar wave in their direction before picking up her little glass figures and placing them on the shaft of the hammer so that they could continue the brawl they had yet to finish. As she began to walk northwards, in the direction of the smouldering volcanic mountains that she had formed with her awakening she began to have prickling doubts about this gathering of her siblings which slowly dulled her mood till by the time she reached the mountains slope she had been left dour and silent.

As she climbed up in the descending clouds of smoke that clung to the volcanoes, her skin was beginning to spark as her elemental nature came to the fore and by the time she reached the rivers of molten lava her hair was made of fire and her eyes smouldering. Kneeling by the rivers she slowly redirected their flow to form around her, shaping into a more permanent forge for her next work. The two glass figures were simple items, toy's really, and while she had been tempted to recreate each of her siblings in such a way she doubted if it would have been well received. Shaking her head to try and dislodge her negative feelings, viewing them as useless and a waste of effort she instead turned her focus to what she had intended.

Walking over to one of the rivers that now encircled the cooling metal of her forge she plunged her hands beneath the surface and hauled out in her hands parts of it that were still molten and those that were slowly solidifying. With these two opposites in hand she began to knead them together and shape them slowly, and with the utmost care. After awhile she looked down at the simple creation now nestled in her palm, humanoid in shape with dark skin and hair the same colour as the lava from which it was taken. She smiled as the first of her children took form, and continued tweeking it till she was satisfied and breathed life and eternal fire into the creature. Pleased with her efforts she set about gifting this firey domain with more of these beings, before taking them aside and shrinking down to their height so that she could teach them about the art of the forge till they grew in skill and wisdom.

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

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

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

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

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

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"The Feast"


Here he was in the Hall of the Immortals, having asked to partake in food and drink. Form the time he met Caelum and Cynn, he has been rather estranged from the Gods. For the most time Baraku has been testing his power. Ever since he first discovered it, he has been anxious to learn more from it. So far he knows he controls the storms over the Realm of Man. A mighty power indeed. Not only that, he can use aspects of the storm. Such as the blinding light and ferocious energy of the lightning bolt. The large, booming sound of thunder. The falling water from the clouds, known as rain. Yet there was more to it.

Not only had he power over storms, but something more dangerous as well. He has forced the winds to move so fiercely they've taken away whole trees and structures. Tornadoes. Like his sister, he has been able to part the earth, albeit it was way too destructive. An Earthquake. Apparently he can control some rather disastrous forces. Therefor a God of Disaster. While pleased over his powers, something just felt empty within him. While he has aware of his growing powers, the times have been left to him, rather lonely.

He has hardly spoken with any of the other Gods. Though some seemed upset over his destruction. He never meant to hurt anyone, he didn't even know the extent of what he could do. Some how he felt a bit excluded from the others. Any other times he's spoken with them, it's been short, simple conversations. So far he has given any of the Gods, real reasons to hate or fear him. Though some may be wary. He's just been finding his way into the world. So far he has been coming closer to that goal. So far he has found a beautiful realm to call his home. Reminiscent of his first days, the place was green and filled with waterfalls. It was as close to a paradise as he could surmise. Yet in this peaceful realm he has made grand structures. Places of meditation and training. He so did enjoy training.

Yet the Storm God has yet to create a race. He felt a bit behind his brothers and sisters. Feeling he may have been too idle. Even thinking of the subject, Baraku gains the strange feeling that something more is behind his thoughts. Neither he nor any of the other gods have seen the demon within him. Yet The Storm God feels a gnawing presence in the back of his mind. Something trying desperately to direct him in some way. Baraku has yet to tap into this. So far he sat at the table, minding his own business. There was food, and he ate, though not with the same voraciousness as Braun. Instead he ate more delicately, yet not without vigor of his own. He quickly chewed and softly swallowed. He decided to remain, viewing the other Gods. Seeing more of the kind of people they are. Something Baraku has some interest.

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

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

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

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

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

Tywin said with deadly finality as he approached.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

"I did not expect this..."

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

"Hush now."

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

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

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

"It's a boy."

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

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

"It's a girl."

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

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

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

"Beautiful does not do them justice."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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






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

He should be punished.

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

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

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

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

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

”Some dreams are stronger than others…”

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

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"Valiance?"

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

"Boy's got a grip!"

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

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

"This one's a fighter Ai."

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

"Greet thy sister son."

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"By what right?..."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"This council is a joke."

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

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"Perhaps I should answer for myself?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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


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

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

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

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