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Eras

Dead star, evil God, rising again.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by lostamongtrees

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There were three star-gods; Atargatis, Sagittae, and Eras. In their eternal dance, the Twin Suns dance around one another while Eras, the bloated, red overseer, skirted their duet with jealousy. So great was his jealousy that he sacrificed just a fraction of his bulk to create a dancing partner of his own, whom he named Gaia.Compared to the Twin Stars and especially Eras, Gaia was a miniscule goddess, beholden to Eras in every way. Whereas the Twins revolved in tandem, Gaia was forced to twirl around Eras’ heaving bulk on her own. The Dance continued in this manner for untold millennia, with the jealous Eras adding more companions and accessories to Gaia in form of her Tassels (moons) and Girdle (Rings).

But still, his forced dance with the tiny Gaia did not hold the same, pure beauty that the Twins’ Dance held, and so he threw his anger upon Gaia, since she could bear no more celestial adornments, though she herself had grown beautiful in ways that not even Eras had designed. For unlike the Twin Stars or Eras, Gaia had cooled and grown, coming eventually to harbor life, which she cherished. It was nothing grand, nor complex, but it was hers and hers alone, and she loved all of it. Eras knew this, and so began his designs to forever tarnish her beauty. For Eras’s anger was shapeless and uncontrolled, and though in that time his power and light was greater than that of Atargatis or Sagittae, even combined, he had neither their restraint nor their divine mindset to direct it outside of his own sphere of influence.

Now, in that time, the first peoples of Gaia were beginning to come into their first minds, and learn how to work the gifts of The Mother to their needs. Many shapes they came in, and though Alneh, Elf, and Dwarf kind generally assert themselves as the first of Gaia’s Children, all thinking peoples of Gaia emerged at approximately the same point in history. This ignition of mindfulness, and meetings of the First Kings, marks the technical start of Gaia's recorded history. The first empires of the Children were great, and stretched across the globe from Ellaria to Siv’en. To that end, so too went the Servants of Gaia, known in the oldest tongues as the Ithquent. Their wisdom was of the star-gods', and their magic was primal. It is said that they could also take the shapes of the firstborn of Gaia, and would sometimes walk the land under the guise of wisemen and sages. The Ithquent organized the first teachings of magic to mortal kind, and the people of Gaia entered into a short golden age.

Then, Eras, seeing that Gaia was growing strong with the bounty of her Gift of Life, grew jealous that her beauty might even surpass his. In retribution, he committed the Rape of Gaia, and bade the Great Colossi to rise from the surface of the planet herself. The deep wells of the seas and the thunderheads of the skies shuddered and convulsed in anguish as the Destroyers arose. Seven there were, mightier and greater in size than could be glimpsed by either man or Precursor.

Doubtless, nearly everything that the Children of Gaia had wrought before the Rape of Gaia was utterly destroyed, and the history of the world until that point was lost along with those works. Only those few scattered tribes remained, each led by one of the Ithquent to protect them with their limited sorceries.

It was not within the power of the Ithquent, who later came to be called The Precursors, to destroy the Colossi themselves. They did, however, know that it was by Eras' hand that the Colossi walked, and so they besought the succor of his siblings, Atargatis and Sagittae, to put an end to the wanton destruction.

There was a limit to what the Twin Star Gods could do directly, for Gaia was of Eras's divine making and body, and thus beholden to him. They could, however, confront Eras himself. Three times the Twins commanded Eras to cease the abuse of his Daughter, and three times Eras refused. Then the twins took long council, for nearly 100 years, causing great distress amongst the Ithquent. Atargatis and Sagittae had compassion and pity for the Children of Gaia, but they also loved their brother Eras, in spite of his vile ways. Finally, just when the Children were on the brink of destruction, the Twin Star Gods acted.

All souls of Gaia looked in astonishment as the day of the Sundering of Eras came. Eras, who had until that time been a great, red blight in the soft skies of Gaia, was shattered to pieces by two rays of brilliant retribution from Atargatis and Sagittae. The brilliance of Eras diminished and disippated into the aether of the Gaia system, and drifted for a short time before the Twins enacted their second Miracle. Upon holding audience with the greatest of the Precursors, the Twins channeled the drifting power of of Eras into their bodies, instilling them with might and power so great that it could scarcely be contained in mortal form. Under the diminished red light of Eras, the Ithquent known as Syros and Sol pledged to undo the Colossi at any and all costs, save the extinction of the people they sought to protect.

To that end, the Twin Gods enacted their final Miracle, and sent the Gaia Stones to the besieged planet, borne by the first and only lifeforms created by Atargatis and Sagittae themselves; dragonkind. These legendary wyrms, larger and more terrible than tales can tell, would be fitting allies against the Colossi, and the Stones they brought with them would serve to ensnare the seething, enraged minds of the Eras’ Children.

For indeed, though the Ithquent had become mighty in absorbing the shredded power of Eras, it was no small feat to slice through a mountain, or slay the very sea itself. In this, the Colossi had one weakness; their minds. The Slayer, Syros, created a spear from the very essence of the Dark Star within himself; a fell weapon that could not only slice through any stone or darkness, but also tear out the minds of its victims. The battles, then, were epic in scale and cannot be recounted here.


Slowly but surely, the minds of the Colossi were torn from their immense bodies and stuffed hastily into the confines of the seven Gaia stones. At their removal, the titanic remains of the Colossi, though still living, became still and heedless. Though many have become hidden and shrouded by the eons, the Exalted Mountains on Siv’en mark the remains of Ni’Thorne, and it is said that a great desert of raw ice still blooms forth from the body of Hoargraskr, who was slain at the very crown of Gaia.

Then, the Star Dragons helped the Ithquent construct the The Crystal Tower, placing therein the seven Gaia Stones to be guarded for all time. Syros, weary at his battles, diminished from the world, leaving Sol the Gatekeeper to watch over the Tower and guard it with a lake of acid, so that Gaia need never suffer again the torture of The Destroyers.

Now it was that the Children of Gaia began to count their days again, and once again scattered to the far reaches of The Mother. The Precursors and Star Dragons scattered with them, mating and proliferating in their own ways, but never wholly forgetting the times of Eras’ evil. Nor was the power of the Colossi completely vanquished, but by sheer serendipity it would not reemerge for many an age.

So begins...

Eras's Story

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The winds shifted, blowing an unusually cold wind across the Weargtooth Mountains. The already chilled caps rapidly developed a white frost, snap-freezing anything unlucky enough to exist at those heights. Snow began to fall farther down the mountains than it had ever before. Eras tested his strength, pleased with it's growth. The skies turned grey.


Soon.

The setting changes from weargtooth-mountains to Whispering Woods

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. A lament was cried from Whispering Wood to Saggitae, to Gaia, to anyone who could hear and would, that again did Eras breathe upon this realm; and would continue to breathe, continue to inhale their realm, continue to flex chaos and destruction, until Gaia drew breath no more.

The setting changes from whispering-woods to Ellaria

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. A lament was cried from the Bez Daha Trees to Saggitae, to Gaia, to anyone who could hear and would, that again did Eras breathe upon this realm; and would continue to breathe, continue to inhale their realm, continue to flex chaos and destruction, until Gaia drew breath no more.

The setting changes from ellaria to Iskjerne Bay

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Character Portrait: Seno Miyagi Character Portrait: Yoko Kayabuki Character Portrait: Shimizu Takayama Character Portrait: Yukiko Takayama Character Portrait: Sigurd Hring Character Portrait: Erling Snake Character Portrait: Takao Eguchi Character Portrait: Eras
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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang.

As if the gods themselves were angry at this transgression of their divine order, a massive thunderbolt struck down out of the blue, destroying much of the Taiyou gear and production facilities in the dead of the night when the craftsmen were away from their posts. Miraculously, everyone would escape injury, but the guns and other tokens of Taiyou affection were melted into slag heaps or damaged beyond repair. Many crystalline powered weapons were not left to spare, too suffering under the wrath of who?

A lament was cried from the Bez Daha Trees to Saggitae, to Gaia, to anyone who could hear and would, that again did Eras breathe upon this realm; and would continue to breathe, continue to inhale their realm, continue to flex chaos and destruction, until Gaia drew breath no more.

The setting changes from iskjerne-bay to Kadota Peaks

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From northern far, in, a deep chill seeped, to the bone, through the scale, up the roots.

As if the gods themselves were angry at this transgression of their divine order, a great dark cloud rolled in. Thunder and lighting lit up the Kadota Peaks. White pockets of fire erupted throughout- advancements made by those within and foreign tools come here for final rest ceasing to exist with a flash and bang. Many crystalline powered weapons were not left to spare, for he who did destroy did so not out of rage as it may seem, but out of necessity. Artillery powered by the forces of Gaia was no match for Eras's clenching fist. It seems Eras's focus had been wrongfully honed across the sea, where the people seemed to have long forgotten that which truly threatens them.

It was here new Gods threatened to make permanent homes and forces yet unseen penetrated the realm he wished to rule. It was a good sign, as Gaia had clearly grown weak to allow such impact, but it was also bad news. Eras was not the only one with his eye on Gaia. He was not the only one hungry. He had woken up too late.

Eras drew breath again, inhaling the power of the obsidian Gaian stones, noting their refined nature made them all the easier to absorb. He again pulled power from the stones, draining the to half, marveling at the ease. These people, they refined this process?

The rainbows blinked out from the sky. Eras drank from the beauty of the Kadota peaks, the great dark cloud spreading. He chose to leave the strange Viking newcomers with few of their black powerful stones, with a smile.

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  1. you might be posting in the wrong mountain range : unless they traveled up the coast or teleported from the souther range, to the northern range?

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Later that same day...

Prince Hrollaug had wasted no time in putting a crew together for the Hregg Drekki, and was just about to start it up when all of a sudden, the temperature dropped. There was a strong surge, and suddenly all of the black glowing crystals were drained or shattered as if by some divine intervention. There was no way the dragon ship would be able to fly now, and by sea it would take double the amount of time to reach their destination. "What in Hel's bane?!" Gwyneth shouted. "Keep your teeth together. Everybody out. Let's push!" Hrollaug jumped down on to the rocks and started to push.

Suddenly, another large object could be seen approaching from the distance. From out of the great chill came what looked like an avalanche from the mountains. A huge cloudy mist started to close in on the viking settlement as a large blanket of snow started to cover the area. As it approached the viking village, suddenly a dragon's head appeared from out of the mist. Then the dragon's neck, and finally the Taiyou and the Vikings would see the whole creature. It was a dragon ship, the largest one the vikings had ever built. Hrollaug had daringly sailed it down the mountainside and towards the bay area. As the ship slid across the blanket of snow, one could make out a crew of about a hundred or more vikings. They were being led by Hrollaug, and by Gwyneth the shield-maiden, who shot a whistling arrow towards the invading knights, jumping on to the tower as soon as the large sailing vessel ploughed into Iskjerne's outer wall.

The setting changes from kadota-peaks to Empyrean Sea Beach

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A rumble came from the south.

It was a low hum beneath the soil, barely enough to constitute readings of a true quake. The unsettling thing about the rumble was the length for which it did last. Three entire days the rumble persisted. On the third and final day, there was a noticeable shift in the air. The magical entropy, growing across the lands of Gaia, was felt to the reaches of the lands.

From the north seeped in a chill.
It wasn't cold enough to cause snow, but the sea darkened, and the sky to the north and south had building clouds. Rain closed in from the horizon. It barreled towards the settlement, a rolling mass of gray.

The setting changes from empyrean-sea to Exalted Mountains

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The rain continued, the dark skies seeming to have no end. Every now and again a clap of thunder, a flash of lighting, but the purpose of the rain was not to bring the doom and gloom - though it did help. All throughout Gaia, ages ago, seeds had been planted. Seeds which would wait for the great waters to return before they would bud unto this realm. Eras flexed his glory.

A great rumble grew from beneath the Exalted Mountains. Here, though still so subtle the humans were less to notice, it permeated most strong. Some of the bridges, sturdy as they were, vibrated from the rumbling. It seemed the floating rocks themselves as well had taken on a new life.

Eras looked down on the Kingdom of Skyfall, confident he had within his grasp the pitiful humans and their worldly toils. Half of them didn't even believe in dragons! He turned his attention elsewhere as rains poured into the lesser valleys of the Exalted Mountains. Sooner than later , places would begin to flood.

The setting changes from the-golden-vale to Dorant Valley

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When the catastrophe struck in the Exalted Mountains, an ancient dragon come to commune, the great Valley of Dorant was created. Many tunnels were crushed, cave systems ruined- just as many were created and revealed. Pockets of crystal became easier to access, attracting local miners and boosting certain economies.

A great cloud rolled across Gaia, a chill sweeping in from the north. Not many took to notice, considering it to be a rare spell of bad weather. That is, until a great rumble could be sensed beneath the mountains. Here, in the Valley of Dorant, those on the surface could truly feel. The trees began to whisper to one another about a stirring deep beneath their roots. The skies opened, and the rains poured down on the Valley of Dorant. It was rain colder than it had ever been before. Some of the trees, survivors who managed to cling to life and recover from Dorant's visit, remembered.

Static began to build in the center of the valley. Unlike the static in the Golden Vale, this gathered up high to form an illuminate brilliance. A slice of lighting struck down at the centerzz z z z z z z z z z z z z z z a p !leaving a ring of fire. As the smoke began to clear, in the center of the ring something stuck out from the ground. Despite the rains, the ring of fire persisted, though the dazzling light soon dissipated back into the clouds.

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The planet by this point was mostly obscured with clouds and storms. The had rolled in starting from two places unseemingly connected; somewhere in the Weargtooth Mountains, as well as the Exalted Mountains. Before long Gaia transformed from a green globe to a gray one.

Lightning spidered across the planet to strike somewhere on Siv'en. It spidered again to strike, this time over in the Kadota Peaks. Again the lightning struck up in the Weargtooth Mountains. Purple sparks beneath the clouds sprung up for an instant over what was north Ellaria beneath the clouds.

A force grew stronger across Gaia, and as it did another force weakened. There was a quake - though barely able to be sensed, something deep beneath the ground stirred in Siv'en. The clouds there illuminated, sky breaking for a moment to reveal a valley bathed in light, before a great flash and the light dissipated, dark skies again closing in to obscure the view.

The dead star Eras shifted ever so slightly. Nobody but the greatest mappers of these stars, having had tracked them for a millennia or more, would notice anything irregular about the movement. It was slightly, oh so slightly, faster than usual. Eras's great mass moved fully into position, placing the great Soja directly between the dead star and the planet. With this stellar line formed, Eras' power could truly grow. The magical nature of the Chousin called to Eras, well within his grasp. He tested the waters, pulling power from the Chousin as he did the stones of the Iskjerne Viking settlers, of the Taiyou weapons, of the Whispering Woods and the Bez Daha Trees. He took a little sip, and liked what he tasted, and went to draw more.

Gaia called to the champions. Time was running out.

The setting changes from gaia to Empyrean Sea Beach

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Sjonn the Skald was just finishing one of his poems about the Battle of Bravellir when suddenly the rock he was sitting on began to vibrate. He stopped playing his lyre and looked down at the ground in front of him, noticing that the ground was moving. The other vikings at the Empyrean Sea Beach settlement would experience the same shakey feeling, accompanied by a very feint humming sound which seemed to come from underneath. "Loki's bellowing," Furdørn whispered, everyone stopping to listen closely to the low pitched feint rumbling. It wasn't the first time the vikings had encountered an earth tremor. But what was odd about this particular tremor was the length of its duration. For three long days Hethel's men encountered this phenomenon, until finally one day it stopped.

"Praise the gods, it stopped!" Stryder Alvirsson shouted with a sigh of relief. "What was that?" Engöll Corysson asked. "We will soon find out, I am sure" Jarl Hethel answered calmly. Furdørn would wrap the bearhide blanket around himself, looking at the others quietly. "Hey, does anyone feel that?" Sjonn said as he walked into the mead hall with a smile, removing his snow cap. "Ay, the bellowing has stopped" Stryder said. "No, I mean the air, do you feel how cold it is?" Sjonn set down his lyre, grabbed a log and threw it on top of the central fireplace before sitting on the ground in front of it. "Sjonn is right, the air grows colder" Furdørn commented. Hethel Svensson stood up and walked over to the window, looking out over the beach. "Dark clouds seep in from the north. It's going to rain" he said quietly, hitting his weed pipe. "Good, maybe I'll finally get some sleep" Furdørn said, rolling over and closing his eyes.

Engöll stood up and walked over to Hethel, resting his hand on his shoulder. "I will stand watch with you tonight" he said, looking out the window at the barreling dark clouds rolling in over the sea. The vikings made preparations and prepared the best they could. They put the animals in the manger and horse stocks, and dressed appropriately for the weather, as most of them had brought warm clothes and waterproof leather hides aboard the dragonship. Soon the winds picked up and a drop in temperature came with the misty rains. The vikings had all gathered together in the great mead hall, where they waited for the storm to pass.

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Urakena had noticed the lingering of winter weather even as the summer was supposed to be setting in. The clouds persisted for months dropping rain across the lands and the seas of Gaia. The magic slowly drained. It seemed to be going somewhere on Siv'en, but Urakena couldn't be too sure.

It was when the rumble began that she knew something major was amiss, as well as what was going on. Fear struck deep into her heart. She made pace for the coast of Siv'en. There, a settlement had erected. She watched from afar, when suddenly the rumble stopped. Knowing this was a worse sign Urakena decided to act.

A ripple moved through the sea. On the coast, a safe distance from the settlement, a small surge lapped up on the sands. When the water retreated, the head of a great sea serpent emerged. Though her head was as tall as three of the adult people standing atop one another, she didn't give off an air of hostility.

Instead, she cast great blue eyes upon the people milling about. She calmly watched them and waited for them to notice her.

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During the darker hour in the midst of the rainstorm, the wolfshirted warriors found time to relax. Many of them were motionlessly laying about in the great hall, the only sounds being the occasional snoring produced by Furdørn the Wise and others sleeping around him. The vikings didn't have individual houses like many other people had. Instead, they all slept in the great hall, a large building which accomodated all of them. Everyone was laying about on the floor on different blankets, all of them sleeping around a dimly lit central fireplace as Hethel and Engöll stood guard. Hethel himself had started to doze off, but a sudden chill awakened him. He seemed startled and slightly disoriented, as if by some unreal nightmare he was having.

Engöll was still awake as he walked over and sat down next to him near the window, offering the jarl a cup of hot tea. Hethel took the cup and nodded, taking a sip of the much needed sustenance. "It's still raining," Hethel said, peering out of the window towards the shore. "Ay, since this morning" Engöll replied. "And the clouds appear darker with each passing hour" Engöll added, looking out towards the sky. "What do you think it all means?" He asked. "Something, nothing, who knows?" Hethel replied, taking another hot sip of tea. He wasn't concerned with the strange weather at that moment. Hethel's mind was elsewhere thinking, when suddenly he spotted something in the water which looked like a surging wave.

"What's that?" he asked, setting the cup of tea on the table. Engöll would glance towards the shore as suddenly, a large monstrous head of a serpent appeared from out of the waves. It appeared to be another dragon, something these particular vikings had seen many times before. Sometimes their encounters were peaceful, but often times the vikings had been forced to defend their ships from the large winged creatures, making it difficult for them to decipher friend from foe in such trying times. But the beastie seemed to just poke its head out and snoop around without posing any real threat to the vikings. Hethel and Engöll stared at her quietly for a long time, trying to decide whether or not Urakena was a real thing, or whether she was just a ghostly apparition in the waves.

After some time of watching her, Hethel and Engöll decided that she wasn't a mirage, but an actual figure in the water. "What should we do about this?" Engöll whispered. "What can we do?" Hethel responded, turning to look around the hall at all his sleeping warriors. "It looks like it's waiting for something," Engöll whispered. "It's probably just hungry. Go out there and feed it, will ya?" Hethel said with a smile. Engöll didn't find the comment funny. Nor was it intended to be, for Hethel was being serious. Engöll just shook his head. "Why can't you have Stryder feed it?" he procrastinated. "Stryder's asleep. Why, are you scared?" Hethel nudged. Engöll just gazed at Urakena's bright blue eyes with awe and disbelief. Hethel sighed and stood up, grabbing his spear. "Fine, I'll go feed it" he said as he stepped quietly around all the sleeping vikings and towards the main doors. "If I get eaten, stay inside" he said before wrapping his wool cloak around himself and stepping out into the cold.

Within a few minutes, Hethel would fetch one of the wild horses from the stables and walk it down to the beach. To his surprise, Urakena was still there. Hethel stood on the high point at the top of the shore and gazed at the monster from a distance, her head alone being three times larger than Hethel's entire body. He held a spear and lit torch in one hand, and a rope in the other which he had tied to the horse. Hethel would stand there quietly, unmoving, waiting for the dragon to emerge from the water and approach him. All the while, Engöll watched silently from the window inside the great hall. He was nervous, moreso even than Hethel himself as he waited to see what would happen next.

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This strange turn in the weather and the slight drain she had be feeling in her magic had caused Aquari to make her way back to the sea. She hoped someone in her home village would know what was going on. As she came closer to the sea a fear came over her as she saw the storms and waves... She hoped that her village was still safe.

Aquari wondered on more until she caught sight of strange ships and buildings along the coast. She slipped into the taller grass before the dunes and kept low so that hopefully no one would notice her. It was then that she felt her Blue Sea Dragoon stone warm and saw a slight glow of blue from the pouch it was held in.

There must be a dragon here Aquari reasoned.

Slowly she made her way towards the strange settlement and closer to the dragon she sensed nearby.

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Psychoportation of a soft speck of servitor in coal-skin through the Way network to Gaia was expensive to Myrkul but both creatures were ever curious. Adolefactus as Spud's architect needed regular examinations, in any case, to see how the isolated servitor handled a metaphysically isolated realm the new psi-seed was for. Serpentine wobbles down walls along the deep crater and a few ten-meter falls showed a particularly dauntless curiosity. That its head ended buried the antlers rammed into stone yet proved otherwise largely unharmed. Spud chewed at interesting things swishing its long pointed red tail around its feet. The spine a similar glow as pumping gills exhaled component elements and excess aether. Folded crimson space of a disjoining engine used as the stomach destroyed low entropy objects to spit out constituent parts. Most of the magic spud could not store simply vented to aether. The best effort of native psionic creatures to make organic life he had thumping organs, small brass clockwork cubes, fibrous fluid sacks of interconnected motes, all next to layers of sparkling white silt where fat might be in meatier creatures. Just enough that one with detailed awareness could tell its makers found organics inherently foreign.

As the red light tore and fissured a plant in his small stubby hands stuffed into his mouth they hung out then fell as the lightning hit. Mouthful of flowers forgotten as the power and thunder washed over spalled white silt from leathery coal-grey skin. All four ears straining upward to listen. The flowers shuddered then fell away as the antlers atop Spud's head flared into flower petals.

Flashlight-mouth beamed joy along with the red beacon under its wide flat-black eyes, "BOOM! BIG BOOM!"

Little velcro-slaps of a four-legged dash moved down the chasm toward the ring of fire.

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The great shadow centered, stopping it's slow shift. To the south, no longer shone a light. Chaos brewed, and where chaos brewed, strength drew to Eras.

The stones powering viking weapons grew weaker still. The spirit of the foreign blade breached, yet to truly be tapped. It had the same signatures as that which loomed above. Alien power.

Eras grinned as the other frowned, unable to do little more.

A great clap of thunder shook the Weargtooth Mountains.

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It would seem to be a dream. The top of the clouds, facing space and beyond, took the faintest bout of pink around the edges. Eras, the dead star, was slightly off position behind the massive structure looming beyond Gaia's atmosphere. To the closest observer, they may notice the dead star beginning again to glow.

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Eras finished his great move. In position, the dead star continued to drain life from the forces of spirit, magic, and power surrounding Gaia. The great alien structure was a main target for Eras. As he drew from the Taiyou ship, drew from the Viking's forged stones, drew from Gaia herself, and the sword far below, Eras grinned.

It was very faint, but a new light emerged in the sky. Not so much new as newly awakened.

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The great dead star began to glow. Unnoticeable to the naked eye, however Ellaria on Gaia far below saw a pink hue about the edges of the clouds obscuring the continent.

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Something approached the ring of fire. As the something drew close, the ring turned white hot. Blinding flames licked at the sky. There were whispers coming out from the fire, a woman's voice, soft...
THE END STIRS FROM THE DEPTHS OF WHERE BURIED IN TIMES LONG PAST BENEATH THIS EARTHEN PLANE
AS THE NORTH GROWS PINK AS THE DEAD BREATHE AGAIN
PROVE WORTH OF SELF THROUGH CLEANSE OF STARLIGHT
LOOK FOR THE HALF TRUTHS BEYOND THE SKIESARE YOU THE ONE WHO WILL DEFEND THE VALE?
Again the sky lit up with lightning, the rains stopping abruptly though the cloud above remained. Far to the north, the horizon was the faintest of pinks.

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As the Taiyou Emperor went about giving orders, King Sigurd thought long and hard about what he should do. He wanted to cut down Shimizu Takayama right then and there, but there were complications. Sigurd still had his entire kingdom to consider. His people; men, women, children, elders, slaves, cattle and livestock. Standing behind him was Prince Hrollaug, his son, still twirling his axe around whilst keeping a sharp eye on Azaka and Kamidake, and their fancy staffs. By now, Sigurd had started to tune out Shimizu's speech and was instead focussing on his next move. All the while, Gwyneth was watching Princess Yukiko like a hawk, keeping her bow lowered with an arrow already notched and ready to go. She watched as Yukiko quietly reached into her pocket. Upon seeing this, Gwyneth instantly raised her bow to point the arrow at Yukiko threateningly, but didn't release it just yet. Yukiko pulled out a red gemstone tiara at that moment, something which caught Gwyneth's eye but did not appear to be a weapon or anything which might cause her to suddenly pluck her bowstring. Still, the shield-maiden was on high alert and ready for anything.

King Sigurd himself did not overlook the strange flickering of the Tenchi sword, or of his own glowing gemstones as they started to lose their illumination. Something was disrupting their power, something beyond the will of the norns. But the Norse konung said nothing, instead keeping his shield in front of him for protection as Shimizu shouted his intentions to everyone. "Or you, and your people can die like ants before our mighty Empire," the emperor ranted. King Sigurd was listening vaguely, but he was even more intent on watching and observing Shimizu's every move. He paid keen attention to Shimizu's posture and the way he gripped his Tenchi-ken as he turned his attention towards Kraiger Nallesson, the viking prisoner on his hands and knees.

"As for you; you will enjoy a public execution. And I will ensure the executioner is slow, and draws it out as long as he can," Shimizu said looking to Kraiger with disgust. Jarl Evan Skjalsson would look over between Azaka and Rollo, sensing the tensions between the Taiyou guardians and the Norse vikings. By now, Evan's own squad of Harii ghost warriors was beginning to form around him. They were still painted black from head to toe, so that even their weapons and shields were painted black, save for the white raven logo. The jarl would raise his hand silently and motion for his squad to hold their positions. "Wait," he whispered, stopping the Harii from moving in. Dozens of other vikings were still gathering around or arriving from the towers and broken gate. Many of them had typical round viking shields and metal armour. Some had spears. Some had axes. Many of them carried atgeirs and seaxes. But only a few of them were rich enough to own a horse and a sword. They were as varying in height, style and hair color as anyone might expect. Hundreds of Norsemen were approaching the hill where King Sigurd stood at arms, trying to decide what to do. Should he submit to the emperor's demands? Or should he buck the tiger and start a full-scale war?

Just then, Lord Bruce of Essex would suddenly push his way through the shieldwall, still injured but capable of limping slowly as he staggered up from behind King Sigurd between two shields, keeping a hand over his bandaged shoulder as he limped. He appeared to be holding something in his hand like a rosary necklace with black and white beads. He would take a stand behind Sigurd and Hrollaug, listening and watching quietly. Hrollaug slowly unsheathed his second Danish throwing axe with his other hand, dual wielding both axes now as he twirled them around slowly, growing eager with anticipation. King Sigurd was still contemplating as yet another small squad appeared from the deck aboard the Hregg Drekki, this time a row of archers, completely female with their bows drawn downward at the Taiyou emperor. These were the shield-maidens that Hrollaug had brought with him, all of them trained to hunt with a bow since they were little girls.

Next were the common folk, thralls and freemen, farmers with pitchforks, javelins, clubs or other farm tools and crude weapons who couldn't afford shields or heavy armour. These hardened settlers would form behind the solid shieldwalls and add to the number of heads in Sigurd's army. Then finally behind all of them were the volvas, a circle of Norse pagan witches and seeresses in long black dresses whose faces remained hidden beneath thin black veils. All of them were carrying simple wooden staffs, and a few of them were holding mysterious small black cat-skin pouches containing magical bones imbedded with runes carved in human and animal blood using Younger Futhark.

Only the oldest and youngest would withdraw to the safety of their great hall, protected by young maidens and grandmothers armed only with kitchen utensils as a last means of defense. Should the Taiyou get past Sigurd's ranks, the thick heavy doors on the great hall would be their only hope. King Sigurd would think long and hard on what to do next, but he had to act quickly. As a drop of sweat ran down his forehead, Sigurd Hring made his decision. It would be his final decision. Looking up towards the emperor, he stepped forward slowly, sword and shield still in hand as he prepared to give his own speech.

"Emperor Shimizu Takayama, your words are strong and fair. We are but simple folk, no match for the likes of your powerful mightiness. You wish to execute this man, Kraiger, for attacking your empire. It is a just decision. I will release him into your custody. You may return to Niihama and do with him whatever is good by your laws. I wash my hands of his blood," the Norse ruler said with a heavy heart, still gazing at Shimizu and his Tenchi sword as he took a short breath. "As a guest in my kingdom, you and your companions shall be offered hot food, warm clothes, and plenty of silver to take back with you to your empire. You will be given safe passage through our lands, and military aide should you require it," he offered, hoping that the Taiyou emperor might accept his offer and leave the Iskjerne Vikings in peace.

"However," he raised his voice now so that everyone around them could hear him. "I have worked very hard to build this settlement and protect this land from foreign invaders. This is our homeland, and I am the rightful king of these good people. I can neither surrender, nor kneel to your dominion. Should you choose to wage a war with Iskjerne, we will have no choice but to kill you right here where you stand." King Sigurd's words were bold and deep, unrelenting and undiscouraged as several vikings locked their shields together, pointing spears at Shimizu and his handful of guardians. "I am Sigurd Hring!!!" he roared, the calm soft expression on his face contorting to anger and rage before he took another deep breath, calming down again. "And you...," he pointed his sword towards the emperor with a slight smirk. "You are in no position to give orders here," King Sigurd said, gritting his teeth at the younger man's blind arrogance. "Accept my generosity and go in peace, as friends, or else my blade will run with Taiyou blood today, and you will all sing my name." The viking king had spoken. His words were final. He would not bow to Shimizu, nor order his army to stand down. There would be no further negotiations with the empire. Either the Emperor would take his people and go, or they would taste the fury of the Norse king. Lightning crackled over Iskjerne Bay, as thunder clammered over the distant Weargtooth Mountains.

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Thunder and lightning...

The skies were furious with their display of lights and shadows. Down below, the mountains trembled with the clammering of thunder and lightning. The misty rainbow which formed over the waterfall at Kadota Peaks had disappeared, though the river still flowed. Deep within the rockface, inside the Weargtooth Mountains, another presence was felt. The chaos and loud bellowing of the mountains had disturbed Asvith Thrym from his slumber. The enormous frost jotunn had been sleeping for centuries, appearing to those around him as just another snowcapped mountain. But as one of the large rock formations began to move, soon the mountain was turned sideways as Asvith Thrym lifted his head to sit up and open his giant eyes for the first time in eons.

Asvith yawned deeply, the sound carrying for miles over the mountain tops, echoing throughout the many nearby lands of Ellaria where they could be felt from across the sea. His breath was like a cold blizzard, his mouth as wide as a gaping cave, his eyes as large and icey as Gaia's moons. He had a forest of trees for hair, large giant roots dangling from his rocky hands and feet, and a long frozen white beard formed from the centuries of ice and snow. Asvith Thrym was a giant among giants, an enemy of Asgard since the days of old, banished to Gaia at a time that had long since been forgotten. As he sat up slowly, his massive head stood at eye level with the surrounding mountains. Even now, sitting down, the jotunn was mighty and terrifying to behold.

He would slowly rub his eyelids and look around as small boulders, rocks and earth fell from his head and shoulders like dandruff, smashing and crushing the ground below. The massive rock giant was too large to notice the elves and dragons, and other creatures in his vicinity. Confused and still waking up, Asvith was incredibly slow but incredibly mighty, an echo of legendary gods from ancient times. He would briefly swat at a large dragon as it circled around his head and soared above the sky into the clouds, as if shewing away a common gnat or mosquito. But just like a mosquito, the dragon was much faster and likely able to dodge his enormous hand with relative ease as it soared past him and disappeared.

Taking a moment to gather his strength, Asvith looked down at the settlements below. Noticing a rather large redwood tree sticking out of the forest, he reached over and plucked it from the ground by its roots, as if picking a small piece of broccoli from a salad. The tree itself was enormous, over a hundred feet tall and as wide as a house. But the jotunn would bring the leafy substance to his lips and bite down on it with his sharp jagged rocky teeth, snapping branches and crushing the tree in half with one big crunch. He then chewed the sustenance slowly, the sound of grinding rocks and wood carrying over the forest below until he had devoured the whole tree. Afterwards, he would slowly turn over and bring himself up to his hands and knees before pushing himself to his feet. As he stood up, his silhouette could be seen from miles and miles away, his frame now larger than even the highest mountains as he stood with his head in the clouds.

Asvith Thrym had awakened...

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The tension of the moment didn't seem to abate one bit as Shimizu stared down at King Sigurd, listening to his words carefully while considering his next move.

Azaka and Kamidake quietly kept their defensive stances, watching as everyone began to assemble around them. They watched the archers, and they watched the common folk assemble behind the shield wall waiting for a battle. This wasn't going to end well for them, either of them thought. They may have had the power, but they were in Sigurd's kingdom, and they were woefully outnumbered.

Yukiko made her next move too, sliding the wooden tiara onto her head, threading it through her hair, and adjusting it so it sat securely like a crown around her head. This provided her a mental link to the royal tree Mizuho. Yukiko quietly prayed to it, pleaded with it to come and help. Status symbols flicked across her field of vision, a HUD moving through her ocular cortex and becoming superimposed into her field of vision.

The Hybrid ship would arrive in due time. They only had to hold out long enough, it's weapons were more than enough to vaporize the entire settlement.

Shimizu quietly considered Sigurd's words, the primitive king's defiance angered the Emperor, and with each of King Sigurd's words in defiance, Shimizu's face seemed to only get redder, and his eyes only seemed to narrow even more.

"In the same breath, you say you are no match for our mightiness. You say you will defy us, that your sword will run red with our blood." Shimizu said, Tenchi still humming.

"So much as a drop of my blood gets spilled here..." Shimizu warned, as he pointed to the sky. "That thing up there, that is the Soja, it is my personal flagship." Shimizu said, slowly stepping forward, almost challenging the King.

"So much as a drop of Taiyou blood gets spilled, that ship will reduce your kingdom to ash in an instant! Everything you have worked so hard to build destroyed! With so much as a push of a button."

Shimizu was about to strike the King down, as he stepped within close enough distance to take a swipe at him with Sword Tenchi, but Yukiko made her move, several long strides away from Azaka, and Kamidake, she reached out and put a hand on Shimizu's shoulder.

"Stop." She said, the magic of the guardians still translating their words. "We cannot fight them, this world is worthless to us, there is no need to provoke this further!" The elder sister implored Shimizu.

"Our father would never allow this to happen, he was an honorable man, and you dishonor his memory with your actions." The woman pleaded, but her words seemed to anger Shimizu further.

Another crack of thunder filled the bay.

"Shimizu, please... let's go home." Yukiko pleaded.

Shimizu kept his gaze locked with Sigurd, before he extinguished Tenchi and whipped around. He shoved Yukiko aside, knocking her to the ground as she stormed towards Kayabuki, grabbing the middle aged woman by the collar, and pulling her close to him.

"I want an army commissioned, equipped, and trained to fight on this world." The Emperor hissed. "These people will be made to pay for their impudence."

He shoved Kayabuki away, and she stumbled backwards several paces before Azaka moved to catch her, Shimizu raised Tenchi in the air, and used it to mentally call out to the Sōja.

A Spherical portal opened up several paces away from Shimizu, crackling, and hissing, it took several moments to stabilize.

Shimizu began to walk towards it, leaving Kraiger where he sat.

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Lucille Strommheim looked to the horizon as the low-rumble swept over the slums of the Great House's Castle. The hair on the back of her neck stiffened, a cold sensation sinking into her bones as it faded into the background.

What was that?
she asked of her squire, a stern middle-aged man of humble descent.

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A faint rumble stretched from the high peaks. Those who bothered to look would notice a change in the skyline. Here, in northern Ellaria, one of the teeth biting the sky stood up. In it's wake, a ravine cutting north into the Ellarian Tartarean Coast. A gap in the skyline, filled with a figure literally with it's head in the clouds, standing just enough taller than the other peaks to puncture the sky. A fog began to roll off of the figure, snow cascading down; an avalanche into the sea.

The first of the Colossi.

Awoken.
The edges of the clouds began to visibly pinken to those below. Thunder rolled for an unsettling amount of time as Eras laughed.

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