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Selka

"I tend the life of today to bear fruit to the life tomorrow."

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a character in “The Infinite Plane”, as played by Sentry Jockey

Description

Name: Selka, Goddess of Community.

Gender: Female

Appearance: Selka is a being of many faces, as varied as her children. To each viewer, she is different, matching their self-description of what they consider a beautiful figure. However, several things remain constant among each version of herself. She typically appears to be a woman in her late thirties, her face often has soft features that is accented by a thin smile, like that of a mother showing pride in her child. Her head is covered in creamy-white hair that differs in length and style to the age of the viewer, stopping at waist-length for those who have lived long lives, but appearing bald to immortal beings. Her right and left arm are covered in intricate tattoos, her left hand is black and skeletal while her right hand is golden in color and shines with a aura of pleasing light. She always wears a long, flowing gown of silk that matches the favored color of the viewer. With her she carries a wooden spoon, a quill, and a scroll, which is said to carry the name of every follower she has.

Personality: Compassionate and caring would be the best words to describe her, she views each of her followers as children and treats every other god as fellow parents. While she tries to shy away from violence, she will fiercely defensive of her children, willing to fight tooth-and-nail like a mother bear for her cubs. When she cannot intervene directly in the lives of her followers, she urges them to defend themselves.

Abilities: She has very few abilities herself, but bestows her power upon her followers. Certain few gifted individuals have the abilities of healing, restoration, and protection which are all extensions of their glorious mother.

Position: Goddess of Community, birth, family, and life. The Hearthmother, the Bleeding Goddess.

Additional notes:
  • Selka has unintentionally created a powerful artifact from a shard of crystal infused with her divine spark and blood, it has the power to restore any being to life, however it can only be used once every 1000 years or so. When not recharging, it can spread life to whatever it comes in contact with, such as healing wounds, spreading plants, causing life to flourish.
  • Selka, using one of Abaddon's pawns, has created a goat-like humanoid being. These beings are known as satyrs and are as of right now, good-aligned and act mostly like humans.

So begins...

Selka's Story

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A single whimper echos amongst the darkness of infinity. In a fetal position, a single entity awakens, confused and scared, as if waking from a bad dream or restless sleep. It pulls itself up from it's crib, a pain lodged in it's back, blood oozes from a wound it find in it's side. A shard of crystal, small and glittering with it's lifeblood, is pulled from the gash, which soon heals back. "How strange..." whispered the being, it's eyes glistening from light reflected off the chunk of rock. It floated and morphed under the goddesses touch, shining brightly with a bright aura the pleased the goddess. She stood, balancing on some invisible force she willed under her feet to give them structure, holding her gem close to her bosom. She surveyed the area around her, scared and alone, she tried calling out with a nondescript noise, but realized it was in vain. But, something called out, more of the sparkly gems floated in the void, and she moved to collect them.

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A bright light was shown upon the goddess, stopping her from her time of gathering the shards of rock that floated throughout space. She realized she was no longer alone, for this light was the act of another immortal as herself... She took a moment to throw her consciousness out towards existence, trying to divine the origin and locations of the other gods in this... Community.

She cast her gaze off towards the great Gira, who was happily creating and destroying a realm of his own. She directed her attention towards a being of cruelty and suffering, but she cared little for a single god floating in nothingness doing the same. Her mind shifted and churned as she felt the presence of some being, not true to the void as much as it was to time and her own thoughts. She tried in vain for moments to find this being, but soon was blinded by another beacon of light, blazing in the sky, created by a shadow... It was bright, so bright she averted her eyes and wept, but this single flare allowed her to gaze even farther into the inky blackness and realize what layed around her.

She was stunned by the true amount of raw emptiness that lies around her, but one spot drew her attention. A place of death, of torment, of destruction. Nothing about this realm made her curious... Except for one thing... She felt something small, something lesser than herself, and it drew her like a moth to the flame. She floated towards this evil place, coming upon a fortress of black rock. She shined and glimmered with a aura of light as she approached this land, causing lesser "children" to scatter for cover, she was amazed by these tiny things, but her mind demanded her attention elsewhere. She ascended the steps of the dark throne, her eyes fall upon it's evil master and his queen. It was a mockery of some force she believed to have stood for, but she would not attempt to force her will upon it, merely question it's existence. "You... What are you... To create these things that babble at the base of your throne?" She said as she approached the pair, her form morphs and swirls, changing to a appearance that would resemble the bitch-queen that lays beside his throne, but more pure, radiant, and free of his twisted influence.

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Abaddon glanced up at the being in front of his throne. His children rushed about screeching and hissing at hthe creature. Lamia clawed at the morphing being. Abaddon raised one hand to call them into silence.
In a dominant tone, level and confident his fiery eyes locked onto this being as he spoke "I am Abaddon. God of death, torment and, all sufferings. I created life so I could take it away at will because that act pleases me. Who might you be, being of shifting lights? You who wander into my Tormented Sanctuary so lightly?" His eyes never strayed from this thing, this foreigner in his lands. Abaddon came to the conclusion this was one of the other gods. He wondered for a fleeting moment if they all had the same levels of power, like clashing titans? Or perhaps some were stronger than others. Stronger than him? Preposterous! Abaddon shook his head slowly before refocusing onto the being in front of him.

Lamia growled a throaty growl as she clung onto Abaddon's leg with a ferocity, almost a jealousy towards the better version of herself. Lamia felt inadequacy compared to this being of beauty.

Abaddon spoke again adding to his statement. "Who are you to recreate the form I chose for my queen? Making her into something beautiful? I never intended her to be radiant in any sense of the word." Abaddon's voice dripped with sadness, or what came close to it. He created his dog-like queen to be like his guardian. His torturer, his second in command. This female creature arrives here of all other gods domains and recreates his art, twisting it into something beautiful. Did she fancy herself above him? Did she think herself to be of better quality? He felt hot rage boiling inside of him, he held it down as he watched her. Were the gods not all equal? Were we not all made from nothingness? Awakening into the same void?! Abaddon felt his temples pulsing with anger, swelling within him. Remaining calm, he kept his gaze and awaited her reply.

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She took a step back, she did not know of death, torment, or the like, but she knew she would not want to learn either."I do not know, I simply have and am." She took a moment to look over herself, noticing her new, more pleasing form. "I believe I shall be called Selka from now on..." Her eyes darted towards him and Lamia, her hissing gave the goddess a sense of fear, and she took a moment to address this. "And I did not intend to insult you with my appearance, if it would please you I shall take my leave from this place." She turned her attention away from him for a moment, marveling in the creation he made, she strides towards an obsidian wall, running her hands down it's smooth surface until a jagged edge, an imperfection, slices open her finger and spill her life's blood once more. "Such a wondrous throne, truly a being of such power would require an equally great palace... But this place does not concern me, what does are your... Children... These tiny beings..."

She turned back to him crossing her arms, "But first... I wish to take one of these things, make them my own... Improve upon the original." She kneeled down to scoop up one of the hissing things that scurried around her feet, she took it in her hands and imparted her divine spark upon it and instilling a drop of blood into it's form from her still-bleeding finger. It split the tiny being in half and remade the halves. In a bright flare of golden light, she held two changed mortals, one in each hand. They both resembled the goat-kin-things that were created by abaddon, but their features were smoothened, their skin turned a bronze color and their eyes were golden like her aura, one was male and the other female. "A fitting improvement don't you think, Abaddon?" As she displayed them forward towards the god of death, proud of her creation.

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Abaddon watched Selka as she mutated, changed one of his own creations into something more beautiful and refined. He watched on in fascination as she praised the creativity and intrigue of his realm he had made for his own.
"Your appearance is of no concern of mine," Abaddon waved his hand dismissively "however I must ask of you why do you mark your lifeblood upon my underlings to make them so? Making beauty from my vulgarity?" Abaddon asked her inquisitively, honestly wondering.

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Character Portrait: Abaddon the Vengeful Character Portrait: Selka Character Portrait: Kernaz Character Portrait: Sylva/ Sylvanir
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"Because I am lonely, if that would make sense to you." She smiled thinly, admiring her own work. "These two will keep me company, such as your queen keeps you comp-" She felt a pang, something... Orderly... It gnawed away at her thought even as she was trying to speak to Abaddon. The change came upon her infants stronger than herself, they both seemed to awaken at the feeling of order, becoming sentient as the wave of anti-change overtook them... THey were scared, both cowering away from the being in front of them, the god of dismay. They scurried for cover, trying to hide themselves in plain sight, their mother reacted upon this by holding them close to her bosom. "They fear for you, I cannot blame them." She was not a god of trickery or guile, but she, like a mother, knew when a little white lie was necessary. "They fear a greater being than the one they call mother... My satyrs..." She rolled these words of her tongue, enjoying the name she had picked out for her first children. "My children and I thank you for your contribution to us, may your own creations and your own realm find success." And with that, she bowed at the waist and strode away from his dark throne, descending the steps and floating away from his dark realm.

With her children safely clinging to their mother, she felt another pang... Warm and bright, it collided and battled with the feeling of order that was imposed upon her not long ago. This one was of change, for better or worse. It installed a thought into her mind, the will to grow her children, who have already began to show signs of will and self-thought. But, this would require a home fitting for her young, a place of solid rock... Or crystal. She gazed upon the magnificent crystalline planet that was already attracting so many other gods. "Perfect." She spoke to herself, speeding along to the ball of rock and gems. She did not want to attract the attention of things greater than her children, so she avoided the many gods speaking amongst themselves to find a nice spot for her children to grow, hidden from the eyes of others, and this spot came to her in the form of a great forest. Landing just outside it's edge, she set her children down and watched them as the played amongst the verdant copse of trees, letting them drink their fill of life and love. In what seemed like a moment, the pair had already begun to have children of their own, an interesting prospect to the goddess. "Perhaps the machinations of Abaddon still hold power of my little ones..." She thought to herself, making sure to watch them with a close eye.

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Character Portrait: Gira Character Portrait: Selka Character Portrait: Kernaz Character Portrait: Sylva/ Sylvanir
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Seeming pleased, Kernaz left without a word. He carried the boulder upon his back, leading it towards the island of crystal that he had spotted before. The Great Eagle was quite near to Gira now, but he sat upon his boulder and watched. He watched simply for however amount of time was needed, before the Eagle left. Kernaz left and the boulder stayed, just floating. However, before any measures could be taken to examine it, the boulder launched itself onto the crystal island who Gira called 'beautiful'. It had immense speed and size also, just enough to break the crystal isle. Kernaz himself, however, was gone: he had went back to Sylva's dome to hide from the Crystal god's fury, and consult with the nature god. "I am Kernaz," He finally replied, before entering the dome carefully. "You may call me the Eagle also."

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It had been some time since The Beginning, five days to be precise. While the deities played it had been hard at work. Deep in a trance down in the darkness of the void it wove the lines which sprawled from a single route of this reality into a realm of It's own, a realm not of the physical realm like the others but of the mind. It was a place of rest where thoughts and images could play and entertain the mind while it recuperates. The others will call it Dream or so it foresaw.

This world was well ahead of the world that was currently starting to form. Life had already bloomed, forests and jungles covering the lands. Unlike the material world time was more flexible, features of the past mingling with prospects of the future. What the world the other deities were building would look like the realm of Dream already was.


Of course, of the paths it saw them take one particular happening perplexed it. Back before the world that's becoming even was there was a deity who desired death and destruction enough to kill his own son. That's not what was confusing to it. What was confusing was the numerology. "Why six?" It asked itself. It was a rather good question, one it lacked an answer to for once. It would have assumed it a result of preference but he didn't seem to have had conscious control over the event which formed his realm. It just seemed to pan out that way. How odd.

He was of little matter now though. Right now something else had caught it's attention. A rather unique life form was born from the surface of the planet. Unlike them it was born from the creation, not of The Beginning. It was not like the life born of the number fixated one but closer to them in many ways. With sentience this enigma of flesh had an interesting mind. It's greatest feature was it's curiosity. It had few paths now but the possibilities were numerous indeed. It decided it most interesting to open up a couple and see where they take it.

As it had given it something interesting to contemplate it decided to give the flesh being something interesting in return. It didn't even need to be even remotely close to it to bestow these gifts of knowledge for it's mind reached far and it was not content with having itself be seen unless the paths which that action would set it upon were truly fascinating. As of this moment they weren't so it didn't.


First it granted the primeval flesh giant knowledge of the goddess of life itself, Selka. Should the knowledge carry through as the most likely line foretells It could now know exactly who she was, what she was and for the briefest of moments exactly where she resided currently. A most interesting conversation is yet to be had. It savored the idea of hearing what they had to speak about. The possibilities were now expanded exponentially.

Secondly it granted the flesh clad giant a gift of it's own. Improving upon it's cognisance it attempted to grant the giant the ability to know exactly how long it's been alive, right down to the second. Should the gift carry through as the most likely line foretells it would forever on know it's exact age.

Then came the moment to observe, to witness the events it had set forth.

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With no warning, Ulm's mind was plagued by visions, inflicting stinging pain strong enough to make him let out a long and deep grunt. His thoughts haunted by the warped image of a creature of light with constantly changing lengths of hair and colors of clothes. He collapsed on the ground and tried to force the thoughts out of his head, smashing his fists towards the ground and woods below, cracking and moving the ground.

Then he stopped.

He looked at the skin of his fists, craggy and fleshy in texture. He was perturbed by the thought of his birth. He knew he was born just days ago, yet he felt like he had been here always. He stood up and tried to temper the pain of thought, and started to wander towards a grove he somehow knew the location of.

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Abaddon watched as Selka left with her satyrs, and he felt great enjoyment from the fact that her "better" children were still behaving with some bits of sin, some vulgarity from their Father. She might be light, her children may become a great race of holy or just beings. Abaddon however laughed darkly, shaking the very being of his entire creation. He knew that deep, deep within her "satyrs" they still had a lingering darkness. A small voice within them never to be totally silenced. Why, even if Selka got it to become nothing more than a faint whisper. That temptation is there still, it remains within them, and this was the fact that made Abaddon sick with glee.

Perhaps throughout her generations of children they will implode, shifting back into darkness. For where there is good, there is always dark.

Lamia looked up upon the masked god who had breathed into her, given her life. She sunk her long claws into his leg, Abaddon did not so much as tense, or bleed. Rather he kept observing the smaller horned-beings that scattered, murdered, bred, and lied as they babbled in growls and high pitched cackles that Lamia wasn't quite sure she liked that well. However her lover, her master and king. . . He seemed to get such wondrous enjoyment from observing these "Imps."

"Lamia," Abaddon's voice rung out across the span of his realm with certainty, with authority as he spoke. "Lamia I wish for you to become something greater than what I have made you so far. I wish to experiment upon your being. Harsh, cruel, painful experiments Lamia. Will you allow me this?" Abaddon asked, slightly unsure. Lamia looked into the eyes that the mask provided for her Lord, they were hollow. Black, they covered his real eyes. Why did her Lord cover up so? Hard, thick armoring and a mask that covered whatever face he might possess. She wished to see his real face instead of this mask that haunted her dreams. She looked longingly up at her Lord. Abaddon only gazed back briefly.

"My lord, experiment upon my flesh all you so desire. Was it not you yourself who deemed me to be your canvas for whatever end you fancied?" Lamia asked crawling up closer to her Lord.

"Indeed. Then we shall start with your eyes." With that Abaddon pointed out and a large stone table rose out of the earth, Lamia laid on it, as she did Abaddon removed the glove from his right hand, revealing gray, ashen flesh and black claws protruding from his fingers. Lamia drew in a sharp breath as his clawed hand approached her eyes. Her large black eyes blinked quickly as he placed a claw beside her left eye, and with one smooth motion his claw sunk into the soft tissues of her eye and with an audible Shhhh plop. Her eye was impaled upon his claw. Lamia lied there screaming in pain, writhing on the table as Abaddon cut her eye into sections, studying his creation closely. The Imps scurried about in fear and terror of the screams of Lamia. Abaddon silenced all noises except Lamia's screams whilst he worked on the eye.

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Character Portrait: Selka Character Portrait: Sylva/ Sylvanir Character Portrait: Ulm
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Sylva's head felt like it was pounding as her other half tried to gain control. She stood up and walked downstairs, exiting the tree. As she walked out into the forest her mental resistance wavered. Finally, she sat and leaned against a tree. "Okay brother, I give up, it's your turn." After saying this her body went limp as the two switched places. When Sylvanir took over, he atomatically decided that their current form was to weak for him. Standing, strong wood formed around the body, It covered it and then moved outward, first forming the chest, A couple of big branches formed out of the back as the front area developed a rib-like structure to add protection to the front. Then formed out large, thick, segmented arms ending in hands, which though it was humanlike, seemed to have longer fingers and relatively short thumbs. Then formed the thick legs which ended in what looked like roots at the end. All over this body formed veins, which partly hanged from the large torso, Last formed a head, which was semi circular and had horizontal slits near the front of it, intricate flowing designs etched into it, and many horns. When it finally formed, it stood on all 4 limbs. To test the body, Sylvanir charged at one of the smaller nearby trees, causing it to crack and fall. Sylvanir mentally smiled at his strength. Sylvanir lifted his head and, without a mouth, a loud roaring sound rang out as he declared his presence to the universe. He then mentally asked his sister to use her power to see through the trees and tell if any of the other beings were on the planet, Sensing two, she told him of their locations. Sylvanir then marked the directions she told him of in his mind, planning to see them soon. He then set off on a run through the forested planet.

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Selka's children laughed, grew, prospered, and otherwise lived in this new world, their population boomed as children had children, which had children, and so-on and so-forth. The goddess remained in their first community, a large city which was built from the lumber of the forest, the stones of the great planet, and crystals of Gira. Their mother was happy, knowing that her children had done so much for themselves, turning select plants docile and domesticated, providing food for the vegetarian satyrs. They built shrines to their mother, and the other gods as well, somehow their tiny and short-lived minds had at times comprehended the existence of greater beings, the greatest of these temples were to herself, the god of forges, and a god of the forest. She was perplexed about her little ones and their devotion to gods that she had never even seen before, perhaps their mere existence influenced her babies. She shuddered at the thought, if they could influence her children for the better, than could the other gods, including the dreadful Abaddon, hurt them as well?

This thought was buried, she felt the pangs of another god and something lesser... It frightened her, greatly. Her children were fragile things, she would not dare let anyone harm them. She descended from a non-existent throne the lied high-above the first city of her children, and she touched down on the firm earth below. Her satyrs dropped their lives and attend to her, celebrations of revelry in the streets as their glorious mother returned! But she could not enjoy the happiness of her children, she needed to go out and find the approaching sources of her distress.

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Ulm lumbered across the forested landscape, stomping patches of trees where he went. He wandered in the haze of his visions, seeing glimpses of a ever-changing being from which he tried to shut his eyes from, but in vain. His only motivation was a distant grove, one he seems to remember very vividly against all logic. He knew that this obscure being was resided there and that the only way to end his torrent of pain and confusion was to deal with it face to face.


Somehow he could concentrate enough to hear a faint roar coming from the east. He was too pained to take a look at it's source, though he was pondering whether it was another being like him, a though which he did not like. Jeopardizing his place as the First would not be acceptable, and he would not hesitate to defend his position of greatness in this realm. This only increased his determination to make sense of these visions, as the existence of more beings is a liability to his aspirations.

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Sylvanir ran along the planet and began to feel something was missing. This planet is too empty. After a few hours of wandering he wandered across a more minor settlement of Selka's children. The children seemed both curious and frightened, which for some reason made Sylvanir feel right. As he walked through he noticed something which bothered him though, the people seemed content and they didn't seem to perceive any dangers. Something is needed, nothing should be able to spread unopposed.

After leaving the town he got to work, pulling many large clumps of earth out of the ground. With these, he began to form animals, making the first pair of each that he made stronger and far longer living than their kin. He first made two prey species. He made four legged, thinner, brown furred beings, the males being taller and having branching horns called antlers. This species he called deer and he told all but the first he made to go out, spread and breed and told them their place in the world as forest dwelling herbivores, implanting it in their minds. He then made what he would call cattle, thick, four legged beings that had females with milk producing utters and males with two long horns on both sides of it's head. These he told their places in the world as being in the great grassy plains, eating grass and migrating in herds, embedding it in their minds as well. He then made his first two predator animals. He started with a shorter, sharp toothed, four legged animal which he decided to call a wolf. He told them their place as hunters and carnivores, traveling in packs. He gave them a law he would give all carnivores and that was never to completely annihilate their prey but let them prosper as to not ruin the natural order and starve themselves. After the wolves he made the bears. Large, hulking, sharp-toothed things with much strength. He made them able to eat berries, knowing that for now, they were the strongest animal and would surely hunt down all the others if not given an alternative food source. He gave them a place as cave dwellers, hunters, and gave them the ability to hibernate should they encounter freezing cold.

After all the others left he turned to the four. "You four are to follow me, so all know that if they see others of your race that I created you, I've granted you powers beyond your brethren and the tree of my sister shall be your home when she returns. Now come, I am going to go meet one of the others." He declared to the four as they bowed their heads to him. He then began walking towards the location of the city of Selka's children, and the goddess herself, and then after that, Ulm.

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Abaddon dropped the eye of Lamia, her screams empowering him. Abaddon stood watching his Imps scurry about and kill, lie, and lust. These sins of his Imps pleased him. He heard a distant call, a faint worried thought. . . . Dreadful Abaddon. . . A devilish grin cracked underneath his mask as he stepped off of his throne. He looked out and up to where Selka was nervously walking amongst her children, her Satyrs that had been created from his own lifeblood originally. He would pay this Selka, mother of his distant children, a visit.

Abaddon moved quickly with great purpose, fueled by the hatred of Lamia, her screams of resentment made him stronger still. Empowered by the sufferings of millions of Imps, Abaddon made his way to Selka's lands at record time indeed. Seeing the goddess walking and celebrating with her Satyrs made Abaddon's face contort into a demonic scowl underneath his bone mask.

He reached out his hand, large over the celebration and cast some of his power down upon them. A darkness fell upon the party as Abaddon descended in a smaller, more manageable size to walk amongst Selka, and her Satyrs.

With a mocking tone in his low raspy voice he declared "Selka, I have seen the triumphs of your children, and I have come to pay you, and your children, a visit. However I realize this is a celebration! Now, what is a celebration without gifts? So, my dear Selka I have brought gifts for you, and your prosperous children." Abaddon bowed his head slightly, his sheer presence sending waves of a sickening aura out around them. Not enough to kill anything, no, he would hate to kill another god's creation without good purpose too. This visit was just one of. . . Assessment.

Abaddon's dark aura set out a mood that made small beings skin crawl, their stomachs churn, and for Selka . . . It just reminded her of how evil and twisted he really and truly was. Abaddon saw a few Imps start to vomit from the pressures his aura gave them. They weren't used to such darkness this close to them. A few developed small sores along their exposed skin that would burn and itch.

Abaddon rose back up from his bow and spoke to Selka once more. "Shall I bestow upon you, my dearest neighbor, the gifts I have wrought just for you? And of course. . .Your lovely children?" Abaddon asked again with a soothing tone which was underlying with rage and burning hatred. Such a twisted soul such as his, Abaddon himself can't help but wonder what drives him?

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Kernaz simply shrugged his feathered shoulders, before flying off once again to his boulder-home. He circled overhead several times, and with an eye that did not leave the ground, he saw everything that was going on on the boulder. But he stopped immediately as he saw the audacity of the new god who had entered his realm.

The Eagle dived down from hundreds of miles up from the planet, and soon a great boulder formed around his claws. As he neared, Kernaz let out a loud screech before he landed directly upon this creature named 'Abaddon'. The boulder immediately dropped onto this other god's back, which would probably make him fall down to the ground. Nevertheless, the ground grew around Abbadon's legs, until it imprisoned him up until his neck. "Who is this creature, who DARES infringe upon my realm and turn beauty into ugliness! Fool! Begone now, begone before the earth takes you and buries you underneath the crystals!" And for one of the first times ever, Kernaz was truly furious. It seems that he was obsessed with the beauty of things now, and it was outside of his control. The Great Eagle formed into the shape of a man, with large antlers easily a foot in height. His face was reddened and angry, with an axe of stone formed around one of his arms.

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Days of wandering in this desolate rock had made Ulm question whether his visions were true at all, even though he knew for a fact he was so very close to his destination, whatever it was anyway. The absolute darkness of the night rendered his true vision useless for the moment, just like it had done last time, and the time before that. He had grown quite numb to the sting of trees on the bottom of his feet. Recently though he had seen something moving in the corner of his eyes, but in this dark void it wouldn't matter anyway. And right then the sky exploded.

A low boom accompanied by a vivid display of countless small celestial lights flying and dancing along the skies made Ulm stop right on his tracks from sheer awe. There was no place in his mind for an explanation to this peculiar event. For a moment he was confused from a new emotion of fear. As he looked down to shield his eyes from this stellar madness, to his surprise the lights in the sky gave just enough light to see where he was. Then what he saw by his feet made him feel strong again. He saw small people with tiny horns freeze in terror as the lights display in the sky cast his gigantic shadow over what looked like a settlement full of these small creatures. Ulm let out a malevolent grin and decided to announce his greatness with a deep guttural roar which shook the earth. The sight of creatures throwing themselves on the ground filled Ulm with pride and made him laugh heartily, yet another string of new emotions.

Now would be the time to confront the warping being who allegedly resided here.