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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.

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.

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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#2013-10-19 18:39:39, as written by almostinsane

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

He glared over at her.

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

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

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#2013-10-21 22:20:16, as written by almostinsane

The Age of Avatars and Mortals

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

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

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

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

Caspian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Good luck, Caspian."

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

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#2013-10-24 21:52:40, as written by xFallenxValkyriex

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Lack of magic" Khali asked raising her brow

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2013-10-25 01:14:57, as written by Fabricator

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

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

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

”Aye? What is it?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

”Hello. My Sweet dreamer.”

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

”I missed you.”

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

”What ails you?”

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

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

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

”No… This..”

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

”Don’t. Everything is perfectly fine.”

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

”Don’t leave me again...”

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

”It’s your fault…”

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

”Why do you reject me lover?”

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

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

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

”BUT WE ARE ONE!!!”

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

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

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#2013-10-25 05:42:53, as written by Seveneleven

"A Mockery"

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

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

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

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

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#2013-10-25 06:00:24, as written by MaliceInWonderland

Anansi

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

She had bigger problems at the moment.

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

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

Nigriv and Valiance

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2013-10-27 04:36:53, as written by Fabricator

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#2013-11-01 21:35:36, as written by xFallenxValkyriex

Sylvanas

Valiance bowed "May I?"

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

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

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

Numenor

Cal Azroth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes my lord" Silverwind spoke

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

"Yes my lord" Thunderstorm replied

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Nuri Kementári

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

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