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Shabot-Urn

Lord of Shadows and Divine being of the Cosmos.

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

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Shabot-Urn

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GENERAL INFO
Name of your Deity or Cosmic being? : – I am Shabot-Urn, mortal, and you shall do well under me and my reign.
Does your Deity or Cosmic Being have a Gender to speak of?: - To those who can perceive me let it be known that I am the unknown. I speak with the voice of a strong and powerful man and yet my form can be intangible and almost void to all forms of thinking life within the Cosmos.
What Species/Race does your Deity claim?: –I, Shabot-Urn, am a Cosmic Being and true God among all that roam the realms of mortal men and similar things. From one Universe to the next I reign supreme!
How old are you?: – I am as old as I need to be mortal and know that your understanding of age is primitive in comparison to the understanding I hold.
Do you own any titles or are known by anything?: – Shabot-Urn the Conquerer, Shabot-Urn the Knowledgeable, Shabot-Urn the Indomitable, and finally Shabot-Urn the Shadow Lord.
What Allegiance/Alignment/Clan(s) do you belong to?: - I owe no one or thing any form of Allegiance nor do I fit any one Alignment. The Question on if I am part of some clan is almost insulting, but I forgive you.

APPEARANCE
Height and Weight?: - You perceive only what I wish for you to. It is not that hard to understand that as a divine cosmic being I only allow you to witness only a portion of my glory. For those who lay eyes upon me I am eight feet tall and as wide as an Ox. My weight can be that of a million worlds yet have no effect on my surroundings and yet I could be as light as a feather being carried aloft by a soft and gentle breeze. Truly this is what I impart onto you as knowledge.
If we could see your eyes or hair, if you have any, what color would they be?: - If I deem you worthy to remove my authoritative helm I was granted upon succession to my ranking then one would see nothing but the cosmic abyss of the dead and dying worlds of a long lost and forgotten system.
Description: –Shabot-Urn came into existence when every universe cam together to form the multiverse. He is the Dark Lord of Shadows and as such all that the darkness encompasses is his domain, even space, for if there is light within the multiverse darkness then exists. The origin and precise nature of the abstract being known as Shabot-Urn are unknown and unknowable as ‘he’ is the collective consciousness of every living being and thing within the multiverse, that is what gives him his strength and immortality. For those who do not know the full extent of the Shadow Lords power they meet it head on.
Lordly Abilities?
Cosmic Being Physiology: - User with this ability either is or can transform into an Cosmic Entity, a being who possesses powers so great they can affect entire worlds (or in some cases, entire universes.) If there is more than one such entity in a setting, there will usually be different levels of power between them, and often specific responsibilities as well, forming a kind of Fantasy Pantheon. Cosmic Beings tend to not care much about "lesser beings" (anybody who isn't 'cosmic') and any harm (or good) they cause is often unintentional. Due to the physiology of Shabot-Urn he has several abilities and powers that he can call forth that will be listed bellow.
-Cosmic Awareness: - Power to be aware of anything that affects the user on a universal scale. Superior version of Danger Intuition that characters like Spider Man have at their disposial. Users of this power are aware of anything that affects the user on a universal scale, including threats, anything that would affect them in any way or even somebody talking about them.
Its applications can and consist of-
-Locality Tracking which is the ability to find anyone/anything regardless of where or when they happen to be.
- Allows Shabot-Urn to detect potential illness ex. Cancer and threats within the multiverse and possible changes that can affect ‘him’ throughout the multiverse.
Cosmic Manipulation: - The power to manipulate all cosmic forces. Cosmic Manipulation allows Shabot-Urn to employ the available cosmic energies around them to produce nearly any effect they desire, including the molecular restructuring and transmutation of matter, the manipulation of—even entire galaxies—across space and time, the creation of force fields, the creation of inter-dimensional portals and vortexes, telekinesis, and cosmic awareness on a universal scale. Shabot-Urn can call upon the comets, meteors, asteroids, stars, planets, nebula, quasars, dark matter, the sun, and the moon. They can generate stellar winds, solar flares, cosmic storms and invoke meteor showers. The Shadow Lord doesn't usually actually summon a planet/celestial object or control and manipulate its movement (as that would result it being obliterated), but they can summon and control its energy.
Energy Manipulation: – The power to generate and manipulate different types of energy. This ability manipulates energy within kinetic atoms, protons, neutrons, or electrons and converts that energy into heat, light, or sound. Shabot-Urn can move, alter, or stop energy in themselves, objects, beings, or space. He can convert one type of energy into another, store it within their bodies, and release it upon command. The Shadow Lord can create objects from pure energy, or project it out in other forms. He is able to absorb ambient energy convert it into life-force and live solely off of that, especially in supremely hostile situations.
[iMaximum Quintessential Control]: [/i] – In short without going into great detail with this it is the ability to achieve massive levels of life energy by either absorbing through peaceful means or forcefully devouring bits and parts of the multiverse.
Reality Warping: – The ability to manipulate reality. Shabot-Urn can create, change, destroy, or even alter reality just by thinking about it; while weaker users are limited to what is already considered "real", The Shadow Lord can make changes from nothing. Depending on if Shabot-Urn wishes to change something as weak as physics to something inconceivable like logic it would only take an a second of his time and little to no effort.
Transcendent Physiology : – Power to use the abilities of Transcendent Being, simple right? With this ability Shabot-Urn is for all intents and purposes a Transcendent Being, or a being who is in a state that is free from the constraints of the material world, as in the case of a deity or other beings that can overcome the limitations of physical existence and also become independent of it. The Shadow Lord is physically and mentally beyond essentially all forms of harm or other ways to influence them (outside of other beings of similar status, superior beings or some specific concepts), and gain powers that are supernatural and magical to outside viewers. While he can enter into the material universe, becoming immanent, their true being is outside the existence and thus both independent and outside everything that happens to their manifested/avatar form. As Shabot-Urn is able to perceive the existence in completely different and transcendent way, he can achieve things that are beyond the understanding of lesser beings, for example, a children's toy built by them could be used as a dangerous, and unstoppable weapon by the lower races.
Darkness Manipulation: Before Shabot-Urn had ever achieved such greatness he was a master of several types of manipulation, primarily moving with the shadows and controlling them with force and will alone. Darkness Manipulation is simply the power to summon, create, control or manipulate darkness. The opposite of Light Manipulation. He can create, control, manipulate, materialize and summon darkness. By itself, darkness is mostly used to cloud everything into total darkness, but by accessing a dimension of dark energy it can be channeled to a variety of effects, both as an absence of light and a solid substance: one can also control and manipulate the beings that exist there, create and dispel shields and areas of total darkness, create a variety of constructs and weapons and, teleport one's self through massive distances via shadows.
Cosmic Hunger: – Though it was mentioned above in Maximum Quintessential Control Cosmic Hunger does pose many of its own drawbacks if Shabot-Urn wishes to keep his god like powers. It is nothing more than a power of immense, cosmic hunger and the ways to satisfy it are a combination of infinite digestive system and cosmic manipulation. Shabot-Urn does not concern himself over whom or what he devours unless it is of grand importance.

So begins...

Shabot-Urn's Story

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Character Portrait: Tayrn LeBeau Character Portrait: Alana Character Portrait: Liam Mitchell Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn Character Portrait: Salazar
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The cage containing Zelsane constricted and crushed in on itself. A male figure stepped from the shadows cloaked, hooded, and cowled in absolute darkness. His cloak and mantel coiled and flowed, jagged lines of terrible void. He touched upon the cage and vanished with it.

Behind him was left a jagged scar of dazzling rainbow hue, an open wound of the multiverse. From the darkness stepped a womanly figure cloaked and cowled in dazzling white. Her mantle shone like brilliant starlight. She appeared to be the opposite of the man who had went before her in everyway.

She lowered the hood and pulled the cowl from her lips. Her scarlet hair cast far behind her like a trailing ribbon of fire. She did not look to the boy or his party as they started to step away. Her eyes were fully upon the tear. Here she waited for only a brief moment. The universe responded as she moved her hands, her wrists, her arms. Her hips were set to motion and her legs pivoted. She slowly spun in a dance about where the cage had previously been. The universe vibrated a song in response to her movement and as the seconds crept by the tear slowly mended the that which was cut with divine and cosmic power. A god had been caged and the damage had been done. Now the great warden repaired the hurt their combined power had caused.

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Liam acted as if nothing had happened. As if, what happened to him today was, or formerly was, a daily occurrence for him. Especially considering he continued talking. "Technically its not official because no paperwork was done, but yeah. They were also some of the only people ever to show me and kindness...." his voice momentarily stopped when he mentioned that, but he shook it off.

"Oh, I am not sure exactly how long it has been. Cant be more then a year or two if I got you back at all. I was surprised it even worked, to be honest. Anyways, so I don't know for a fact, but its possible they changed things. If it makes you feel better, last time I checked, they were both alive and well" he said. He didn't know about Gabby yet.

As they walked, he felt sick to his stomach again. He felt something drip from his nose, and he wiped it away, It was blood. Maybe it was just a residual affect from the spell, or it could be his Demonic Sickness. It got worse when he was stressed. He suprressed his desire to vomit, and continue onwards. "You know, in terms of presents I could give, this is probably the best present I could ever give them. A chance to talk with you again".

He made sure they were headed towards Gambit's.

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Salazar meanwhile sunk off into the shadows. The boy, and his power, interested him. He beat pride. He was the first Salazar had seen.

But he had other things to deal with first.

The setting changes from Wing City Gardens to Gaia

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Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn Character Portrait: Pakhavu Golemtamer
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#, as written by Marcus
The undead horde stood their ground as more of them began to spew out from the buildings upon the walls of the long abandoned citadel. The necromancer who brought these creatures to life worked hard on his art as the creatures began to howl and shout in unison as something hidden in the shadows of the old fortification made itself known with its own deafening call. The old dragon's fort began to shimmer with its own natural magic as the winds around the sandy mesa began to pick up slightly tossing a bit of sand up in the process.

It was however deep within the old citadel that a large dark crystal remained with a large hatted wizard who seemed to write a thousand different spells while remaining in a trance while a rather shadowy figure watched from the background only to turn her gaze towards a mirror.

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Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn
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Mafsha burst into a sprint and unleashed a deafening leonid roar to match the feral cacophony of the undead. He flipped his blades into a reverse grip, dove into a four-point crouch, and leaped several meters into the air. The Aryite sailed over the undead masses like a ball of righteous fire that burned with divine fury. Finally, Mafsha landed in the center of the raving throngs. Half-rotten corpses crunched beneath his boots as the ground around the Zealot ignited with tongues of golden flames.

When the flames calmed, a dozen piles of ash lay at Mafsha's feet. The Aryite pivoted on his heel, tossing the skewered remains of two undead from his runeblades, before vivisecting several that still stood in the consecrating fire with two firm slashes. A terrifying roar bellowed from his open maw that would cause even the fearless damned to quake in despair. His eyes, shining like two stars from behind his visor, burned with the same holy energy that sanctified the abominations before him.

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Very few souls knew the true nature of the arcane.

First were the naysayers. They were the ignorant and prideful that looked at Creation through a lens of rigidness. When confronted with the metaphysical, they rationalized it with scientific half-truths and dismissed it as superstition.

There were those who believed power came from oneself. This was only partially true. While magic flowed through everything at some level or another, it did not originate in any plane known to the majority of sapient beings.

The Aryites were not part of the majority.

Archmage Sheodin Thundermane sat cross-legged in the center of a dark room. Five braziers illuminated the chamber with an eerie orange glow. They were spaced evenly around Sheodin with deep sigils etched between them forming a pentagram. Countless other runes covered the stone floor. Sheodin sat in middle with his paw-hands resting loosely on his knees. His face was shrouded beneath a dark azure hood.

Sharp scented incense burned in strategic locations throughout the chamber. The Archmage's chest rose and fell in a slow rhythm. A revered silence held the room in an adamantium grip. One could almost hear the echo of Sheodin's heartbeat. However, the silence went unnoticed by him. Indeed, the room, and even Khroniktus, was far from both mind and soul.

"What do we have here..."

Sheodin's ethereal form drifted through the Gaian desert sky. His keen senses kept a stalwart observation of the meetings between the natives and the Khroniktans, but a stirring of the ley lines drew his attention far off into the desert. Colonel Sandrunner's spark burned like a bonfire to Sheodin's magic sight, but a deeper - darker - well of power marred the landscape like an infected boil.

The Archmage passed between the planes with a flex of will. Physical senses would have been burned away by the rampant energies, information, and raw Truth that assaulted Sheodin, but he did not look and listen with simple eyes and ears. To Sheodin's magical sight, the astral plane was like a constantly evolving painting - an ever-shifting maelstrom. Arcane energies flowed like gales in a sandstorm breaking off of massive tributaries that in turn split from titanic rivers. A novice wizard would see only chaos, but Sheodin saw the pure cosmic energy that lurked beneath the physical and mundane. Wind, earth, fire, life, and death... Everything was simply the same energy expressed in a different form.

Sheodin passed through several dozen meters of the energy. The gales flowed around him like he was an immovable stone erected in the river's rapids. He noted the rigid structure that the energy had been woven. Stone and earth. The anomaly was underground. When he approached the nucleus of the disturbance, his face grimaced in disgust.

Darkness seeped into the fabric of Existence. Sheodin scanned the vicinity and saw the silhouettes of two figures. One was clearer and sharper than the other and stood closer to the epicenter of the darkness. The arcane energies condensed into magical threads that span into intricate spell matrices. Sheodin scratched his chin in thought as he examined the threads.

"What are you up to..." he thought to himself as he attempted to delicately pull apart and dissect the threads.

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Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn
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As Mafsha leaped into the fray, Pakhavu released his own feral roar, his echoing across the landscape similarly to how Mafsha's did, only less terrifying to the Unholy. It was unknown if the young Aryite held a Spark of Leolik such as Mafsha, but he did have power.

Great power.

Raising his staff he broke into a sprint, his Golem already slamming into the wall of unholy beasts before him. Lightning made of Arcane energy pulsed from his Staff, vaporizing all undead in its path. With a large flash of energy from the crystal atop his Staff, more Golems appeared, at least five more, all smaller than the first, but no less skilled in battle and ferocity against the hordes of creatures against which they fought.

With a grunt the young Aryite mage hopped onto the nearest shoulder of the nearest Golem, smiling as he watched all six decimate the hoard of undead around them. Occasionally he helped, sending pulses of lightning to keep them from getting too swarmed. Luckily for Pakhavu, he didn't have to concentrate too hard for these Golems; they were all self-sustaining. All he had to do was tell them to destroy the unholy, and they obeyed. Of course there was the issue of keeping the Largest Golem under control while also telling it what to do. Now that took concentration; concentration that would be lost in physical combat.

With another roar of might Pakhavu lifted his staff, lightning raining down upon the hoards below, keeping his Golems mostly safe from them. He then grunted with effort, raising his staff to the heavens again, another Golem dropping down by Qenna to assist her. Gurgling erupted from it as it began to attack the Unholy around it, flinging them left and right and crushing them without mercy nor struggle.

With a glance he saw Mafsa, and while he did not summon another Golem, he did send two over towards him to help him. Seven Golems littered the field, one by Qenna, two heading towards Mafsha to assist, leaving four to work together with Pakhavu, moving towards their target steadily.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Alana Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone
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The Suzerain gazed out to the north of his Sapphire Citadel. There was a heavy pull on the fabric of the arcane coming from there. Heavy magic was in the air, and being that it seemed to be within a concerning distance from his own holdings, and also since a majority of his army was away in Skyfall, it would be prudent to find out what roiled in the north.

The dragon king had his attendant fiends prepare a pool of water within his quarters, and large piles of herbs were brought to be burned. Tyretlethen focused the power within his dragon blood, and projected himself.

The Astral plane was stormy and dark. Forcing his spirit through the miasmatic squalls that blew down from the north was no easy task, but the Suzerain of the East was no mere spellcaster. Eventually, he came upon the site of a walled city under siege, strange lion men and other assorted vagrants laid into a horde of undead thralls with great vigor and speed. But there was more to it than that...something deep. There was a darkness beneath that city that even his great mind could not pierce.

Taking a deep breath, he pulled his draconic spirit back into himself and severed the scrying. Perhaps he would have to postpone his crusade on Skyfall...they were crippled and plague-ridden anyway. This was a legitimate threat. There was thinking to be done.






...there was one mind, however, that did linger in that city to the north. One that indeed could pierce that dark veil beneath the sands. The Crawling Chaos gazed upon those dread beings within, and cooed with excitement. Yes...perhaps here, on this planet wracked by strife, he would be able to perpetuate the current verse.

Nyarlathotep made himself known to this sorceress and this entity, Shabot-Urn, in the form of not but a tensing of the air within their dark lair. A thought, implicit in its presence, would ring out.

Harbingers. You will have my succor.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux
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#, as written by Marcus
The old fortification did indeed have a bit of magic hidden too it that neither of the cats or their toys seemed to take notice of. The undead fighting the holy warrior along with those being crushed by the golems began to pull back to the wall as a sandstorm began to form around the long forgotten treasure trove. It would most likely be that the massive sand storm would hit the adventures in a matter of seconds and the high winds and particles of sand would cut like glass against any open flesh if not blinding them.

Deep within the walls the large hatted wizard who was writing within the book under the massive dark crystal began to groan as every ounce of his very being was being drained through the grimoire he was writing in. The shadowing figure in the back smiled seductively as she glanced up at the crystal that floated above only to feel the prying eyes that befell this place.

The astral plane began to shift and turn as the old fortification appeared to be distorted by a bright illumination of infinite colors. The Shadow Lord returned his dark gaze onto those who peered at his resting place only smile as he began to feel more alive than he once once. This lord of both Dusk and Dawn once again was brought back to the world and it was all thanks to a Wizard seeking more power and an immortal guardian who once claimed her loyalty to the first tree.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux
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A cold tingle drifted down Sheodin's spectral back as he examined the strange wizard's spellweaving. It was the sort of chill that he had not felt since the Twilight Armageddon War. He could feel the presence of the cosmic power sending ripples across the aether.

"Ladacio atu'ash kovac." he spoke in the language of the Arcane as he returned his attention to the spellwork. His voice radiated with authority across the astral plane. "Lyateor atzsum."

"I know you are here. Reveal yourself."

The Archmage poked and prodded the wizard's spell. It was obvious to him that the magic was constructed with nefarious purpose. After another moment of studying, he picked a single thread and attempted to pull it in such a way that the entire spell would unravel and drain its energy into another plane.

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Mafsha decapitated another undead. Blood and gore sizzled against his armor even as the righteous zeal burned in his eyes. Suddenly, the holy fire burning in his soul flickered erratically.

"Pakhavu!" he cried as he dropped to a three-point stance. "Shield!"

A second later, Mafsha's battle suit was bombarded by a fierce gale of sand. The particles of rock and dust battered against his armor like hail, but it remained steadfast like a mountain in a breeze. When he was sure of his footing, Mafsha slowly rose to his feet and resumed his purposeful stride towards the retreating throngs of undead.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux
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Pakhavu could feel something happening within the Arcane itself, his ears twitching as if trying to discern what was happening. But alas, he found himself unable to do so whilst focusing his energy on maintaining control over seven Golems at one time while in the heat of a battle.

"Pakhavu! Shield!"

He didn't have to be told twice as he saw the sandstorm kicking up. With a mighty roar the young Aryite slammed the end of his staff into the sand, giving it a twist as a shield of Arcane expanded from the crystal atop of the staff just in time to push the sand away from Pakhavu's body.

The sand battered away at his shield, and his Golems stood-fast against the maelstrom, still advancing with the purpose of destroying the undead hoards and aiding their allies. Opening his closed eyes, Pakhavu let out a low growl as he began to walk forward, removing his staff from the ground and lifting it high above him as he walked behind his Golems, who in turn smashed any undead unfortunate enough to get close to them.

The two he had sent towards Mafsha grumbled as they reached him, following steadily beside him with no look of struggle against the maelstrom of sand.

"Of all the times to look back at my studies and wish for Elemental and Weather Magics, now is the time....." Pakhavu grumbled to himself. He had made his choice as a child, and at this point, it would be more difficult for him to harness the powers of both sides of magic that the Aryites are capable of wielding.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux
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Deep below the sand, the young Dragonborne dug through the sand, still sniffing for the magical energies left over underneath the sand 'We are getting close' She said to herself as her detection spell found the source of the problem. She stopped as she moved around and expanded a large force shield around herself and the object. Before her was a rather large stone with a glyph which pulsated with life "So there was a defense system here...curious. This must have been buried here so many years ago...fascinating" She said and removed a small sketch pad and a piece of charcoal and began to draw the inscription on the rock.

Once done, she set the items away and raised up her clawed hand and began to channel a powerful counter spell to the rune, taking down the power of the system and broke the circuit. Runes such as these worked in tandem with one another and if one went down, the entire system would stop 'We should be heading back. They still need us' Heimdall said and she nodded, removing the force shield and began her dig back up to the surface.

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Character Portrait: Nyarlathotep Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Dyew Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux
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#, as written by Marcus
The undead scourge continued their retreat with the cats and golems on their tails. The Damned creatures began to climb up the walls of the old fortification while the sands shifted and the winds blew even harder providing a blind bit of cover but for the other creatures who continued to fight they found themselves quickly dispatched by blade, spell, and underfoot.

Beneath the sand however was a blessing as Qenna located one of the rune stones. and deactivated with with a spell she had learned once before during her training to be her king's court mage. The Storm above died down and the undead horde retreated deep within the old fortification in hopes of drawing the heroes in to their possible deaths.

Within the old fortification however was another story entirely as the Shadow Lord slowly began to return fully to this world and with every pain staking word ever written in that malicious tome. The shadowy woman frowned slightly as she turned her gaze to something off in the distance just to now stand before those who dared to intervene in this situation not with her own physical body but one made from the very fabric of their magics. Her appearance shifted and altered to something else as her appearance was a mix all things but the only explainable portion of her was the dark armor that glistened over her form.

The grand lion who worked to disrupt the flow of events would be meet with the force of something else behind the elvish woman as a large crowned figure stood by her side while the 'others' who peered into the events would be meet with only her own visage through both spoke with and alongside one another.

"Do you think your actions are wise?" Her voice hummed with powers not of her own as her touch against the spellwork to shatter what was already in play would be thwarted and scattered to all directions. The Elvish Witch began her own enchantments and began to distort the very room that her summons and charge were taking part in. It began to vanish slowly in the shadows and the Light Lord who inhabited the room within the crystal aided his own energies to avert the eyes of all who wished to see.

Altholos smiled seductively as she crossed the room to place a single pale hand upon the groaning wizards shoulder who continued to fall prey to the Light Lords Influence. "Soon." She whispered her words in his left ear as he continued to write each and every spell within the massive tome. She smiled and looked back at the massive crystal that continued to float just above them "Very soon and we shall take back what is rightfully yours."

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Character Portrait: Mafsha Sandrunner Character Portrait: Sheodin Thundermane Character Portrait: Qenna L'Tone Character Portrait: Berthas Hoarercrux Character Portrait: The Damned Character Portrait: Shabot-Urn
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Sheodin unraveled another thread of magic before turning to face the newcomer. The Archmage rose to his full height, nearly twice the stature of the other wizard and elf witch, and met the Shadow Lord with a gaze that could topple mountains with sheer will alone. His eyes radiated with the power of the aether, and he spoke.

"Perhaps not, but courage in the face of darkness incarnate is often mistaken for foolery. Lyateor atu Shomen." the Archmage growled authoritatively. "Confess your Name, Echo of the Unweaver, and your purpose here."

Threads of arcane energy swirled around his now clenched fists.

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Mafsha stopped his advance several paces from the wall. His soul flame burned like a bonfire, but it flickered against the growing darkness within the fortress. The zealot hesitated for a moment. He was the instrument of Leolik - the blade of his wrath. Yet, he was still only one Aryite.

"Dispatch." Mafsha spoke into his communicator. "This is Sergeant Sandrunner. I am requesting backup at present coordinates. I need a detachment of Chosen, and word sent to the King. This is a possible Category Three, maybe even a Four, encounter."

"Affirmative, Sergeant. Trireme en route. ETA two minutes. Royal dispatch underway."

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Pakhavu looked to Mafsha as they stopped at the wall. "What now?" he called out over the sound of the continuing storm. He clearly hadn't heard Mafsha's call for backup, and continued with. "I'm not sure even my Golems can handle what's on the other side of this wall alone. They can, however break down sections of it." He added over the storm, walking towards Mafsha calmly, his shield harmlessly enveloping the other Aryite and keeping him within the protection of the barrier.

Pakhavu looked rather strained, there was a tired, but fierce look in his eyes as he looked to his comrade, and his tail flicked from side to side as if agitated. "Or they can climb up the wall; which would probably be safer...." He added calmly.

The setting changes from Gaia to Grove

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#, as written by Marcus
Upon the arrival of Odin things seemed to grow a bit more intense. Nimsirril seemed to take a step back only to turn to an odd tree which suddenly grew a face and was in the company of an intense fiery being and one of shadow and light.

"Gaia!" Loa Racine boastfully and joyfully called out to the earth mother. The Shadow Lord presented with open arms a deep blue crystal while the fiery being added his own spark of life to the gem causing it to flair up seeming to come to life at the warmth of his flames.

"A pleasure to finally meet you." Shabot-Urn spoke while Akanatur just simply nodded and took the gem only to place it before the Mother of the Earth. Towards the other beings little was said but the talking tree and Nimsirril seemed to enjoy the show for what it was worth.

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Glancing as all arrives she nodded at all, "as I said dear Loki, this is not meant to be something of pure goodness. I myself am not without tarnished actions, because even at times a Mother must be firm. That being said, yes Odin I do intend to bring this back completely, of course I would not endevour to do so under the old name, for despite what it resembled, the old name carries the baggage. The bickering, the infighting and such. No we must be united even if we don't see eye to eye on everything. And sadly because I am by far most neutral in this assemblance of Grand Cosmic powers I must be the one to make the call." pausing she surveyed them all, trying to diagnose their views or at least understand.

Finally she turned to Imnariel, "It failed because there was too much focus on what we are and less on what we can do. There were too many opposing voices and less unity. If we are to do this, we must all understand from this point on if we hold powers above this planet or any other we can only rely on worshippers, avatars or basically mortals. We cannot directly interfere unless dangeorus powers can be reined. Then we would call them here to stand before us and be judged for their crimes against the Cosmos. We need to show these planets we are listening and doing all we can. My belief is if we act as a United Front we could topple evils we have not been able to harm since their inception." gently she approached the spirit, "You are wise young one and wisdom is something many lack, but you have to understand as this planet suffers so do I. If I was to remove the glamor I wear, you would witness centuries of destruction on my body. I can't bear merely watching, we must act, but yes previously this failed. I can give no guarantee it won't this time... but surely I am not the only one who grows tired of watching all they work for be molested by dark intent?"

It was this time Hel spoke, still glaring, she stared away from her Father, "Noble gestures yes Mother of Creation, but can you be sure you can trust people like my Father? He has shown in the past that when trusted he will abuse it. The Great Allfather and my true kindred no doubt knows this... what is to prevent his schemes fracturing this?"

Listening Gaia nodded her mature but kindly feature radiating warmth despite the mood, "I know you despise him dear Hel, but by letting him be part of this, I am showing Loki something he rarely gets, respect and I believe he would not jeapordize that. After all few try make me angry and respect of I is hard to regain."

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Loki chose then to step forward. "Far be it from myself to say I am without fault, indeed my faults are my pride, as it is my belief that perfection is boring, and that without chaos there is nothing to live for..." He paused then and looked to the east, as though seeing farther than his bounds would suggest. "That said... Chaos is ever it's own worst enemy, as a fire will burn unchecked until there is nothing left to burn, and then it dies... No, in this I am with all of you, even my step-father" He would shoot a glare at Odin. "For if the actions being taken in this grand game are allowed to continue unabated, then eventually the game will end.. And it would be at all our loss." He looked then at his daughter and took steps to be within her reach. "If you cannot trust me, then trust in my nature, for you know better than most that the last thing I could ever want is for all my toys to be lost forever" He said with a grin.

The spirit, in response to Gaia stepped lithely away, her body growing in height and stature till she stood a tall, mature woman with deep emerald eyes, both vibrant and eternal. "It is good, earth mother, that you do not claim to know what may happen, for it is folly to think to know the future. Even those among our stature who walk the endless paths of time know that there is no certainty in its existence. Still, though my doubts remain, my decision is made, indeed it has been made since I heard your call. I have been among those who ruin and desecrate your body and have long despised that no action or punishment has been made to them. That you finally take a stand against the evils of this reality is reason enough for me to march to your call" And then she tilted her head, her shape changing back into that of a child, "Even if I think your still not doing what you ought."

Odin was silent through all of this, and even those who knew his mind best would have had difficulty seeing his thoughts. His chin was tucked against his chest, his hands gripped the staff with strain as he pondered his own decisions. At long last he spoke "Long ago me and my kindred did partake in mortal affairs, and our actions made little impact, if indeed they ever made any, upon the course of affairs. And while I do not deem that my house be stronger than those gathered here, even so we were no small strength. And if all our power could change but a little, how can even a grand host as such we have here do much more than give pause to those forces we seek to array against? Even as mighty as we each may be, we shall need far more than we have, and it is doubtful that we shall be able to keep reign on so many divine beings..."

Odin strode forth and paced a small circle through the grove, his face grim and silent, his steps whispers of dark secrets and thoughts. At long last he paused, facing south. "Before we speak any further, Gaia, there are questions I must ask before I put forth my counsel." He spoke, facing south yet still. "First, you spoke of the dark creature Erebuz and his ambition, and of the darkness it shall bring. But spoke also you did of Lucifer, a child of eden, but all you had to say of him was that his return would make things more difficult... Do you know anything of his plans?"

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#, as written by Marcus
"Out of all the evils in the world one truly has to imagine if you are even neutral anymore." The great tree finally spoke up and looked upon all with his wizened eyes. His branches and leaves would sway with the wind and for every leaflet that seemed to be lost to the air of the grove another would quickly take its place and change the appearance of the old wood into a different kind of tree.

"Gaia, it is the very nature of evil, you sought us out and called our names but change is inevitable." The old fire within the trees eyes and mouth seemed to turn a pale green as it began to look around and feel the world it had seeded itself in. "I recall when the world was gray and the only thing that remained was eternal dragons and everlasting trees. I was only a sapling but I was also like yourself."

Shabot-Urn and the fire elemental both nodded but Nimsirril crossed his arms and leaned himself up against the apple tree watching and listening. if this Lucifer and the other dark thing truly did pose a threat then it was obvious that this new pantheon would need followers that would worship and love them.

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#, as written by Rulke
Hel grimaced with a look of utter hatred before saying very quietly but with much venom, "You speak such charismatic words Father, but in reality you would imprison your own children in your churlish machinations. I chose not to play that game and instead make more of myself. That being said..." she sighed visibly appearing utterly furious, "I respect Gaia and far be for me to speak over her trust. Does not mean I have to like it though..."

With that the Underworld Goddess was silent once more, while Gaia appeared saddened as she tried to think, "I find it both tragic and amusing only Loki out of most here can realize the true pressing concerns we have. I realize something must be done but once again we are being faceless sentinels only watching never acting." her expression grew more hurt as she continued, "Each act on this planet burns and marks my body. My planet, my beautiful child weeps. I weep for their follies, but like most children they need guidance and if we do nothing because we decide that time has decided we shall not act... what then... what even are we? Everyday diabolical and malign monsters, creatures wound my body and act without understanding the cycle... they harry it forward and we are to allow them? I am old, older than most here, but even I have patience that will end and it has reached this point." continuing she gazed at all, "I don't intend to control the fates I just want for things to be equal. My brother Erebuz would rather sod the laws and merely lead to her eventual act. Meanwhile the people who could do something are stuck debating and bickering... Is it not time we evolved the board. We can't directly act, but if people know of us they will listen and act for us."

Finally she turned to Odin, "The children of Eden Lilith and Eve once controlled Hell but an event took place and now he is free. I do not know what he plans, but I do know those who showed allegiance in the past will do so. Although those currently in Hell it is truly uncertain. I do think though Lucifer will try find a way to prevent himself being a tool of Erebuz. I don't know how he would but it is possible despite my Brother thinking otherwise."

Continuing she went on, "Dear AllFather I know you tried in the past, but if we gave up when we failed, we would get nowhere. I have done things lately to help others, even if consoling those without hope or even watching events that took place in Hell. I cannot directly act, but if we are united we could react again Erebuz since he is after all far more dangeorus than any mortal. We are the only bulwark against him. For this to succeed we must pledge to keep the infighting out of this and all personal or private disagreements should be ignored. We are not one anymore, we are many. We are the Astra Sigmatus the last line of defense for mortals when all else fails. We cannot directly intervene but we can do far more than twiddle our thumbs surely."

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Odin turned to Gaia and nodded to her. "We are in agreement earth mother. For my part at least, I shall join you." He said to her, turning his eyes then to Loki.

Loki shrugged and said "Well, I mean I thought it was already obvious that I intended to join this game. I stated my reasons, and if you need to hear them again, well, too bad." He crossed his arms, feigning a look of disinterest.

Imnariel shifted into the form of a white dove that flew over and landed on Gaia's shoulder. She said nothing, but her intentions were clear nonetheless, the spirit of change would side with the mother of earth.

Odin then looked said aloud. "Further more, All those who would heed my command back in Asgard shall also be joined with this venture. For you are correct. The time of waiting is past. It is time for the gods to show their presence once more." He strode forth and stood before the stump and said, in a more dire tone. "However, Even with us all banded here together, your brother, Erebuz, remains a great threat, and there are none among us who hold a voice in Hell, at least not one strong enough to influence events. Knowing this, it is my counsel that we see to recruiting or otherwise gaining influence over Lucifer. For at this moment, if I were made to choose, it is he alone that I would pit against the odds to bar Erebuz's path."

Loki looked at Odin in shock at this. "Wh-what? Did I just hear that right? Did the Allfather, sacred doer of good acts just suggest we side with a demon lord?" Loki took a couple of steps back towards the edge of the grove. "This seems more something I would suggest, hearing it from you just sounds.... well, wrong!"

Imnariel tilted her head, looking between Loki and Odin, before looking up at Gaia with twinkling eyes.

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The elvish sun god simply looked at the others who had accompanied him soon after only to frown as Shabot-Urn and Akanatur simply turned away from the others and made their way back to whatever business they thought was infinitely more important. Luckily Loa Racine remained though it seemed that the old tree began to snore or was in a rather deep trance.

"Might I make a suggestion?" Nimsirril piped up as he had nothing better to do. "I may not be as powerful or as all knowing as everyone here seems to be but it is obvious to me that instead of getting the influence of someone who seems to be detests why not send our scions out to act for us whilst we gain more influence?" Nimsirril crossed his arms and found himself leaning against the old faced tree. "I am unsure if Loa Racine has any scions but obviously it would seem to be the most appropriate way to deal with this situation."