Acanthus's Story

Adarani was about to talk about something else with Hanriot when Davidni and an Archangel introducing her self as Meredith arrived with the message that all deities had to go to the new Hall, at once. She nodded toward Davidni with a smile, then turned to say tot eh angel, "Meredith? I believe I heard your name before, during the Justiciary's visit to New Sacrira. I am linked to all my creations, so that is how I know. Nice to meet you, too." She next turned her attention to Hanriot and his new companion she made for him. "Well, we better head on over, immediately."

Adarani made sure all three winged puppies with her, along with hanriot, were following her before making her way to the mountain. She had no idea Acanthus would actuaslly rebuild the Hall, to begin with, let alone with similar detail. Once inside, though, she noticed art depicting many parts of the past involving the Pantheon, much of which she felt best forgotten. At last, the main section of the Hall was within sight. She saw Mathias already seated and blushed a little from shyness. Adarani brought herself to smile gently, however, since she was happy to see him again, if only under better circumstances. She walked on over to the empty seat next to him and sat there while leaning on his shoulder, clinging to him a little".

Mixed feelings were inside her. Many thoughts raced through her mind. However, being around Mathias helped sooth her. She always felt comfortable around him. She loved him so dearly it hurt whenever she saw him down on himself or even harmed. She merely remained silent for a while, even as the winged puppies in the Hall interacted with each other.

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Ruthyra could not help but try using the same spells Acanthus did for the Hall. Her attempts were not quite as powerful as what Acanthus conjured up, yet she hoped they would be satisfactory. Her link with Adarani told her some news she found pleasant. "Mama's here!" The puppy's enthusiasm reached the peak when she saw two of her sisters and her older brother. "Davidni!"

Davidni stuck out his paw in time to catch his sister by the head to prevent being tackled, his face showing little, if any, emotion. "Sorry, but I'm not that emotional, Ruthyra."

Tail still wagging, Ruthyra crossed her front legs to fake annoyance while saying, "Aw, you're no fun!" She flew back to Acanthus' side while Davidni returned to Mathias, Angelira (now back in her canine form after having reverted back to it during the trip to the Hall) floating beside Adarani.

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The group of Sacrirans at the City with No Name had no qualms about helping clean up the city. They got to work on it right away. The three Templarim managed the heavy work while the three Vitaiim handled the sweeping, sanitzing, and gardening. All six indivduals even works together on other things. Of course, all this would take a while, but it would be well worth it.

Sithis and Chrysalis

It had been a very long time indeed since the separated parts of Jute had been within each other's presence. The Snake eyed the Sword warily. Chrysalis just winked and laughed. It was strange, having a new portfolio like imbalance was changing Chrysalis. She seemed to become more chaotic. The other parts of Jute were compensating by becoming more lawful. Sithis could feel the inherent struggle in Jute's many parts and it feared for the day they would be reunited.

Sithis turned to Othuma. "I have been your mentor for sssome time now. Thisss isss Chryssalisss. Ssshe will be your companion while I am gone. I mussst visssit mortalsss. We will have an army unlike any other."

Chrysalis walked up to Othuma. "I'm here for you now." She said as she pressed close to him and caressed his arm with her hands. The aura of death did not penetrate the crystalline armor that had spread across her hands. She winked at Othuma and smiled seductively.


The Crystal

In the deep reaches of the Inferno, The Crystal was silent with thought. Planning out the future was becoming more and more difficult as new additions were always being added. Thanks to Nylia, the Crystal knew that there would be a meeting on the summit of Hlradr. It would have Laska go there and see what the good gods were saying.

Nylia seemed to be losing her grasp and so The Crystal spoke to her. Nylia, the plan is working perfectly. You have managed to rid us of one army and our armies only grow larger. Our Allies to the north have begun to rid ourselves of our greater enemies and nuisances. You are the next part of the plan. Death must come to those who are corrupted. But perhaps you wish to visit the mountain and see what the gods will say?


Laska
The goddess of purity and innocence saw a flying figure in the sky. It was headed towards a mountain of tremendous size. Laska felt a drawing feeling as if a hook had been placed in her heart. “Something’s going on there, and I need to find out what it is.”

Laska flew upwards, purpose driven but filled with peaceful intentions. She landed next a huge building. She could just feel the power of many gods inside. The small goddess opened the huge doors and walked inside to see several gods. Some of the gods she had never met, though Mathias and Adarani she had. The puppy that had been accompanying her flew over to its mother as Laska stood over to the side of the room, shy and not used to this many people nearby.


Acanthus

The god of Magic continued to scry and search the realms for more gods while others were being drawn in by Mathias and his creations. It seemed to Acanthus that the gods who wished to be found or who did not care were all being called towards the mountain. Messages were sent from Acanthus to Rodrauge, Merida, Torsc, and Riomu.

“My brother (or sister), a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

Acanthus ceased his scrying as gods began entering the hall.

If anyone were looking deep enough into Acanthus’ eyes, they would see a subtle glint. But the quickened, silent, and still spell that Acanthus was casting was almost undetectable otherwise. Acanthus scanned the room as he walked in. Each god was lit up as their respective alignments gave off specific auras.
Adarani, Mathias, and Hanriot all glowed blue. Mathias and the goddess who had arrived in butterflies had regimented lines in their auras. Two of the other gods, the leonine one and the skittish looking god had silvery auras. The last god, a small child, had no aura at all. It was a very strange sight.

"Welcome to my hall, my brethren. Thank you for your patience as we await more arrivals."

Nylia

Nylia was surprised once she heard the Crystal speak. It complimented and flattered her, tried to give her a sense of a role in their plan and connect with her goals, all which could be surely genuine if they weren't coming from a player in this game like Jute...or the Crystal itself for that matter, seeing as it was them it could be a sure sign of manipulation. Nylia smirked slightly, "Yes, and die they shall, I have been in the mood for blood lately, the blood of Gods that is," Nylia said crisply. "Well, visiting the mountain seems to be in my best interest if I wish to keep their trust, and besides, I'll love to see how Adarani's doing after the war," Nylia said with a chuckle, "However Crystal, I must say, I'm not sure how much I can trust your claims of the North. You speak of these allies though I've never met them, perhaps after I kill the Gods you need me to kill you could show me them?" She asked, getting up from her throne and left the Lower Realm.

She listened to the Crystal's response as she flew to the mountain where everything had once started. It took her a while to make it there but soon enough she landed on the hard stone of the mountain, staring at the monument. As her Hurthr informed her, it did look quite like the old building that once stood there. Nylia put on a smile as she reverted back to her original appearance, though she looked more experienced than her once innocent self, it even enhanced her seductive energy, now she was conscious of the fact that she was using her powers in order to manipulate others, it wasn't accidental anymore...though she would probably play it off as such...

Finally, Nylia opened the doors to the Hall, entering the elegant room. Almost immediately she noticed all the other Gods sitting at a great table. She quickly surveyed the room, quickly noting Adarani latched onto Mathias, it seemed as though the pure Goddess of Love wasn't so pure after all, next she noticed Acanthus, the old man seemed to be observing them closely as well, she'd have to be careful, as old as he appeared he was still cunning as he was wise, next she noticed a cowardly man who reminded her of Aspestis along with a beautiful woman, both of which she never met before, she saw another God she never met until now, whose appearance was much different than theirs, but mighty all the same, and lastly she noticed Laska, silent at the end of the room. She decided she might as well introduce herself, "Hello, I'm Nylia, I'm glad to be acquainted with you all. You may have not seen me before as I'm running the Lower Realm most of the time, but I'm glad I could make it here for this meeting, as sad as the situation may be," she said, shaking hands with each of those she just met. She sat once Acanthus began speaking, apparently they were to wait for more arrivals, wondering how many other Gods she hadn't met yet, she continued analyzing the room, trying to determine what her next move should be. But she remembered not to appear suspicious, she was one of the good guys, that's all she had to keep telling herself.

Adarni quickly noticed Nylia once she spoke, her anger now showing as she let go of Mathias and stood up. "Nylia! We need to talk, right now! Those Betan Amares of yours have recently attacked the Sacrirans without any reason to do so! Pupo even lied about how he was to discuss matters about Hanryyt, only for everyone over at New Sacrira to realize it was deception to leave thenm vulnerable to invasion! You never even showed up to stop them! They were your creations, and you neglected your duties concerning them! To make matters worse, other nations were involved, as well, and none of the Sacrirans even met them until that point! One race went so far as to destroy the souls of some of the people defending those islands! I know everything that happened over there! I am linked to the Sacrirans, nothing that could happen to them goes unnoticed!"

Loyalty, from inside the mind, calmly told Adarani, "This is not the time or place. Calm yourself, Adarani."

In a rage, Adarani walked closer to Nylia, all the while glaring daggers. "Countless people who never been to the "Divine" Island were murdered in cold blood! Men, women, and children alike were slaughtered! There is no excuse for that kind of behavior out of them! Why did you not do a thing about it!?" By now, Adarani was right up in Nylia's face. "And don't lie or leave anything out! If you've got a problem with me or anyone else, then say so!"

It was then Davidni spoke up. "Mom, don't you think you are going at least a little overboard with the hostilities?"

Adarani back up a bit in tears, then looked towards the winged puppy. "I don't know, anymore, Davidni. First, the Krul, then the Chaos Beasts, and now the Betan Amares? Is there no end to the war-like behavior and the aggression? Even the Klik-kik-t are beginning to become hostile. Kenha, Johnthu, and Davig barely escaped in time from that people's Emperor. The Middle Realm is getting harsher and harsher with time, wars are becoming more frequent. More people are suffering and dying due to some form of malice. I just..." Her tears came down in more rapid succession. "I just can't stand any of! Why must people have at each other's throats so badly? I can't wrap a finger around any of it! It's all tearing me apart! I'm not even sure I retain some form of sanity, anymore!" The Elder Goddess of Love broke down sobbing, which prompted all the winged puppies to fly over to her side in an attempt to sooth her.

Davidni, being the analytical one of the group, kept his cool as he had this to say: "I understand that feeling. It is hard to remain calm when much of the rest of the world is not. There is that vicious cycle of hate that is going on, right now. Such a cycle is started and continued once the first malicious individual crops up and brings harm to others, which causes the victims and loved ones of such to become enraged and retaliate, prompting those victimized and traumatized people to return the favor, and the pattern resumes. Unless they are willing to break away from that endless cycle of constant retaliation against one another, there is not much that can be done." Davidni turned his head to look at the Elder God of Justice. "What is you opinion on this matter, Mister Mathias?"

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Today was the day for Hanryyt and Nala's wedding, over in the newly-formed Sacriran Republic, within a massive region to the south of New Sacrira. Hanryyt knew Nala was still concerned about it, yet he also realized things would work out. The wedding was not that extravagant, just an outdoor alter along the side of a river, with some wooden decorations and furniture for the guests and the meal.

As the pair walked up to the alter, Hanryyt had mixed feelings about this. He felt happy about the wedding taking place, but he also felt bad about Nala possibly feeling she was not ready for such a commitment. To make matters worse, there was the promise she made that within the year she would marry in return for revenge against Marzaan. The male Vitaiim could not help but think Nala was asking too much of herself, considering she might not be ready for this, yet. Still, what is done is done, there was no turning back, now.

They were now at the alter, the wristbands of matrimony placed on the wrists of each. The priestess began the cloth durability blessing as she said these words (note that "Betarine" is the Sacriran word for "Betan Amare" and Jasuut and Nala's actual last name; Androscaf is Hanryyt's middle name, the meaning of which is "brave adventurer"): "Hanryyt Androscaf na Davutite and Nala Jasuut na Betarine, you are about to enter a holy matrimony which requires the deepest commitment. Once it is completed, there will be no turning back. You shall be making a promise to love each other, tend to each other's needs, protect each other and forsake all other so long as you both live, only death doing you apart. Should you separate in life, your only option of being married again would be to reconcile with each other. Adarani shall bless you for upholding these rules of matrimony. Will you put in every effort to do so?"

Hanryyt held Nala's hands and gazed into her eyes for an answer which would indicate ahead of time whether she was ready. He had to be sure before the two could simultaneously say, "I will." Once they say that, the wristbands would be completely blessed with virtual indestructibility, a sign of the bond being sealed and made. It would be then that the couple would kiss. But first, Hanryyt had to be sure Nala was truly up for it. Any silent indication would determine her decision.

Rhaegar listened in silence as his animal gaze consumed everything that played out before him. The honorable greeting of the Lord Justice, the entrance of the Grey Maned Elder as well as the lovely fertility and light goddesses accompanied by the god of cowardice. It was the final arrival that caused the greatest stir. When she entered the room it was akin to the still before a predator leaps out of the tall grass after a long stalk. The almost freezing of ones blood, the crushing silence, the utter anticipation hung heavy in the air as Nylia addressed the room. Her very presence almost felt threatening behind that alluring smile, like a cobra that had slithered into a pups den while mother was out, those assembled in the hall were unsettled by her very presence.

Yet where Rhaegar would have expected the gallant Justice Bringer or perhaps the wise Gray Mane to address this apparent threat it was Adarani, Goddess of Love who spoke up. She leapt to her feat and berated Nylia. She hurled accusation, insult and demands at her kin with the fiery heart of a wolverine, fear was absent from her. Such anger and pain Rhaegar could see it in her eyes as the events unfolded. Her resolve slowly began to crack as she neared the end of her tirade and it was then that she broke down. Pain filled tears streamed down her innocent features causing a pang of sorrow to strike the heart of The Great Lion. He felt for his kin, his sister was in pain and there was nothing Rhaegar could do to ease that pain. Strange for him to feel so connected to one he'd just met but as he looked around the room he felt a similar connection to all gathered, even Nylia. Another aspect of Godhood he was learning to comprehend.

Putting his own wonderings aside Rhaegar turned his focus once again to the scene before him. Adarani was now surrounded by her young as they attempted to comfort her. One even spoke, the gift of words bringing great reason to the dilemma which pained Adarani so. Rhaegar listened intently to the pups council. For one so young he was incredibly wise. He spoke of the poison of retribution and the causation of war. He spoke of the viscous cycle of it's creation and of how it is likely to never end while intelligent life remained. It made Rhaegar think to his own people and his mind gave voice to his till now silent tongue.

"If I may..."

Rhaegar spoke, his deep rolling voice echoing throughout the hall. All eyes turned to the Great Lion as he spoke for the first time since all had gathered.

"I am but a cub here to the rest of you yet I have walked this world for years before my ascension. I hear the pups words and the wisdom in them causes me to be thankful. For the eagle does not know vengeance, the cheetah does not murder, the wolf does not wage war. Animals act on instinct while the civilized races act on more complex motivations but it is in that complexity that these concepts of war and murder take root. A lion kills but for food or territory, not out of anger or hate. An animal does not know hate and in that I am truly grateful my people need not feel the horrors of war. Yet..."

Rhaegar paused as his mind flicked to the mountains and darkness, the forests and the swamps.

"I have recently granted life to four new races on this world. They are instinct given purpose, a civilized breed of animal. Each is different in their own way, unique and wonderful but they all share one thing above all else. A mind greater than any beast, the mind of the civilized folk. I saw it as a strength at first but now I fear it could be their greatest weakness for they are now susceptible to the evils of war. I have to say that I, like the fierce lioness Adarani, wish something could be done to at the very least curb unnecessary conflict between the mortals."

Rhaegar was beginning to come into his own, his words were wise even to his ears and he was grateful his elder pride members gave him this chance to voice his concerns.

"To my knowledge war is inevitable when such intelligent creatures walk the world. They will eventually form societies and those societies will at one time or another clash with an outside force. Yet if we can stop even one war, one needless loss of life for some unnatural call to blood shed then I'd say we've done our duty to our charges. Like an aplha wolf to a wolf pack or the pride males to a lion pride we gods are the guardians and leaders of our creations. We must guide them down the right path and show them that carnage is not the only way. There must be a balance between war and peace, like the coming of the rainy season on the Savannah the circle of life must not be broken."

Rhaegar had spoken his peace, the God of Beasts had for the first time truly used his new gift of speech to it's potential. Something he had never before been able to do but now counted himself among the blessed for being able to do so. The question was if his words would be well received or not.

Mathias


Mathias at first was happy to see more of his kin appear, even Nylia. But the reverie was quickly halted as Adarani lashed out with words towards Nylia. He had remembered the message Davidni had spoke with the God of Justice. That her people were conquered by the Amares. He hadn't the time to give condolences but at the time Adarani seemed to be at peace. Mathias now knew this was a facade, she was in great pain. Mathias could only wonder what she was going through. To feel every being's feelings, thoughts, and dream and all of a sudden they are wiped out. A most breaking feeling. Mathias would speak but Adarani's surprising rage kept many of us from intervening, even Nylia had to wait before her defense.

The pups, particularly Davidni, did his best to calm her down. He himself probably couldn't have placed it in better words. War is an inevitability whenever there is conflict. Yet, being a goddess of love, perhaps war hits her the hardest than even himself. Mathias for the most part has no qualms with war, yet he does not approve of war for the sake of war. Still any war always has losses, and Adarani seems more susceptible to these losses than any. For that he felt sorry for her and does not wish to see this kind of torment. Before he could chime in, Rhaegar, their newest kin, speaks out on this topic.

The God of Beasts helps confirm Davidni's platform. War maybe a creation of intelligence, but conflict itself is in it's essence a way of nature. Something Mathias always had trouble understanding was the seemingly nonuniform, and random ways nature carries itself. No rules, regulations, or government. Still Cragin has taught him to respect it, even though Mathias may not be loyal to it. Therefor he shows respect to such Gods as Mérida and Rhaegar, everyone deserves some matter of respect. Then Nylia retaliated, and despite her calmness her words felt the most biting.

While it seemed Nylia attacked Adarani more than she did to her, her words aren't without merit. Not even Mathias has this deep connection Adarani placed herself through with her creations. Mathias does not know every aspect of Valeish life, he had considered it once before, but felt it an invasion of privacy. His only way of knowing about the Valeish community is when they pray to him. His answering of prayers are the only thing that keeps him connected with his people. Any further involvement he felt would violate individual liberty. His people already pray and worship him, and how much more would be consider right until its wrong? Despite this Mathias grew tired of Adarani's pain and he stood up. He walked over to her and put his hand out for her to take it. "Please clear your tears...go and sit down and relax, you need the time for yourself." Mathias spoke concerned. "Please don't take this as a dismissal of problems, but as a means to handle these problems." "It won't do anyone any good if your like this, so please, dry your tears." Mathias asked with a sad frown.

Saffron

Saffron stood at attention, like any good soldier. He was perplexed by this God, so much different from Lord Mathias. He was distant, ominous, and yet courteous and mannerly. Still Saffron worried he was completely dismissed by the God, he seemed deep within his thoughts to concern himself with him. But The Solemn God stood and offered to relieve his pain. Saffron found this being surprising. Despite the negativity he offered his assistance, and in true godly might relieved him of the agony he felt since landing on the foggy island. He then bowed, "Your aide is much appreciated your Lordship." Saffron spoke as he returned to his orderly posture. Saffron watch curiously as the God return to his seat and then spoke his regrets.

Saffron listened as the god summoned a table and chair for his rest. "You are too gracious your lordship." Saffron spoke with gratitude. Feeling some what tired from the strain of pain he endured he took a seat, not only that it would seem rude to deny such a boon from a God. He could even consider it one's misfortune to deny a God's hospitality. So in respect he sat. The food however looked questionable, especially the stale bread. Still Saffron tore a small piece of the bread, he slowly lifted his helmet only to reveal a portion of his chin and mouth, and then swallowed the bread. His helmet then was allowed to cover the rest of his head again. Saffron looked at the god through the slits for vision through the helmet. He asked an interesting question earlier, one he was not sure he could answer. Still if a God asks for something it would be best to indulge as best as possible, "Well your lordship, I don't believe I could make a competent answer, but I find it like this," Saffron cleared his throat, "You are both Gods, almighty beings that watch over this world." "You are part of a this grand family known as The Pantheon, you are worshiped and beloved by your followers." "Not even Kings and Emperors have such influence and adoration as Gods do." "Having this great lineage and power, it could only mean you are a God and therefor belong to the grand family." "No other such being exists in this world with such a description, it stands to reason that you are apart of this greatness." Saffron then paused as he took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry if my answer is less than satisfactory." "It would be nice to know your kin before, one considers themselves kin, but we have lived in the presence of these Gods, so it is just a servant's perspective of his Lords." Saffron finished as he stood. "I thank you for your hospitality and I am sorry to hear you won't be able to join Lord Mathias, but it is of no problem." "I will return to the others now, I bid you good day my Lord." Saffron spoke as he saluted. He then turned to towards the door and proceeded to leave.

Adarani listened to both Davidni and Rheagar, and they seemed to make sense. Still, it did stop her tears. In fact, what Nylia said made it worse. How dare that heartless fiend suggest she was even that social or neglectful? She was there to try and stop the war as she was in the form of a dove and high up above the carnage. Her interference saved the lives of Sacriran, Valkyrie, and Amare alike due to her healing powers. True to her word on if the Sacrirans were to be invaded, she even made some of the Betan soliders infertile. Of course, she was too busy with healing to do it to more than fifty of those, yet the ones she felt most responsible were still punished, along with Pupo, whom she was outraged with the most because of his deception. And to think she helped that man in his time of need, only to be betrayed? Something was out of place, that much was certain.

It was not until Mathias held his hand out to her that her tears stopped falling. He voiced every inch of concern while still maintaining a degree of calm. She gazed into his eyes for a moment before she finally brushed away the tears and nodded, taking his hand while doing so. Adarani remained silent after that. She was half in disbelief at what just happened. Even when the worst parts of her -that being, her vulnerability to her emotions- were revealed bit by bit, Mathias still cared for her. It gave her a degree of comfort and relief, making her feelings for him grow stronger. She let him lead the way, as she was still shaken by recent events. Once seated, Adarani had her face downcast while she did not say a word.

That silence was only broken when Davidni, calm as ever, turned his eyes toward Nylia while stating respectfully. "With all due respect, Miss Nylia, mom was there to do something about the war. Her interference even saved the lives of people on both sides, be it Sacriran, Valkyrie, or Amare. The problem was, there was only so much she could do. As for stopping people from meeting an Infernal fate, the same circumstance applies there. It all has to do with free will, something which, as much as it gives meaning to life, it can also lead an individual to make choices that would not be the best of options for them. As much as one can reason with another or try to sway their decision, it ultimately boils down to the response to all that. Resolving a crisis hardly ever happens overnight, no matter the odds of success in a given situation." With that, Davidni flew over to Mathias and Adarani in case he was needed.

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Hanryyt found the answer when Nala nodded, smiling at the thought of it. This was it. Making sure they were both speaking at the same time (or at least close to it), it was all made official with, "I will." The blessing was not complete, as was the ceremony which united the newlyweds for life. Upon the announcement they were now husband and wife and that Hanryyt could now kiss the bride, the man did just that, pressing his lips onto Nala's as he held her closer to him. Everyone else present clapped in applause. The embrace and kiss remained the way it was for a moment until they finally parted lips, Hanryyt's eyes looking joyfully upon Nala's.

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Meanwhile, Hagara and Razdan flew over to the area where the Sacriran Republic formed after Razdan learned everything he could at the homestead back at Alphan territory. She gently place the Amare boy down on the ground as she landed. There was still much her apprentice had to learn about being a Healing Monk before he could be called one. New Sacrira was definitely out of the picture, since the Betan amare soldiers would recognize her Security Force uniform and grow suspicious. She heard much of the attack on those islands and figured it best that they be avoided until matters calmed down. "Well, Razdan, we might as well find a place to set up camp. I hope you remember what I taught you about camping out in the wilds. We will need our skills in that for a while until we find a settlement where we can resupply." A sad expression filled her face. "I just hope Ruthtaika and her brother are okay. I hear Ruthtaika is still in New Sacrira and is now acting as an advisor to the Betan Queen on matters concerning the Sacrirans. She always was hopeful on such things as peace, even with all the insane happenings that go on. On the other hand, her brother, Hanryyt, well..." Her face lit up in amusement a little. "Let's just say he is not the kind of Vitaiim man who would just take traumatic moments lying down."

As the scene before him was brought down to a simmer The Great Lion's eyes flicked between the three key members of the conversation. First was Adarani, the spark of the event and the one who was now considerably calmed albeit a bit sullen after the intervention of Mathias. Rhaegar found her to be a very passionate woman. It was obvious by Nylia's rebuttal that this passion was scene as a weakness yet Rhaegar saw that fire within her as a gift. That passion would take her through the dry seasons and the floods, that drive that would not relent no matter the odds. The God of Beasts was proud to call her among his pride.

Then to Mathias, the savior. He stepped in like an eagle that soared out of the clouds to defend another. He offered a few choice kind words to Adarani before helping her to a seat. Mathias was very different from Rhaegar yet the similarities they shared were powerful bonds between the elder brother and the newborn. Rhaegar felt a strong aura about his elder brother, the aura of civilization. He was after all the God of Civilization, who better to know of the evils and virtues of such civilization than Mathias. Rhaegar made a mental note to speak to his brother later about his concerns for his own creations.

Finally there was Nylia, goddess of seduction and manipulation. Rhaegar licked his chops as his predatory gaze eyed her form. The Beast God's tail flicked behind him in annoyance at the dismissal from his elder kin. Yet it was her words that earned the ire of The Great Lion more. The fact that she bore no responsibility to the mortals below was incomprehensible. If she was to continue to call herself a god how could she ignore her duty as their guardian and protector. What was her duty if not to safeguard her flock and lead them to a bountiful future? Nay she believed only when they prayed, when they called out for help that she could be bothered to bat an eye at her people. The concept cause a low and dangerous growl to ebb out of Rhaegar's throat for the briefest of moments.

The Beast God remained silent however, he would not speak again unless prompted to do so. His last attempt was met with poor reception through silence and dismissal. He almost missed the silent conversations of his pride when he was mortal. So much could be said with a look or a gesture that these words could never convey. No matter Rhaegar would listen now to see what would unfold next.

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The loud crash could be heard throughout most of the camp as the clattering of the falling armor echoed out in the mid morning air. The high pitched yelp from the cub added to the cacophony causing many who heard it to chuckle at the thought of what had caused it. In the smith that was his fathers livelihood, beneath several sets of hand crafted armor, helmets and gauntlets was the young Karlibor Kodah. Only a few years in age he yearned to grow big like his father yet he was still a tiny bear cub. Too small to even lift one of the massive great swords or axes his people wielded in battle. Kodah grunted and snorted adorably as he pulled himself out of the mess he'd created only to feel strong clawed hands grip the scruff of his neck. He was lifted out of the pile of armor to come face to face with his hulking father who was looking at him with a knowing smile.

"You know you have a while before any of that fits you right?"

His father asked in his deep, earthen voice. Kodah hung his head in shame but nodded. Kuruk was Kodah's father and a large Karlibor. A fierce warrior but one who had set down his axe for a hammer to begin a life as a smith in order to be home for the growth of his first child. Together with his wife Kohana, Kuruk has built a home and a life for them within the safety of the camp. His wife and child do not have to fear that he will not return home from battle for he earns his living and place in the tribe working the metal of the earth into weapons and armor for the tribe. A proud and honored position amongst his people and one Kurk is quite skilled at. His young son however can't seem to wait until he is big enough to strap on a helmet and march of to defend the woodlands.

"Yeah... I know hada..."

Kodah replied sullenly using the Karlibor word for father. Kuruk chuckled and set his boy down before he began collecting the fallen gear.

"Run along home Kodah, your mother has been looking for you. Tell her you were playing by the river. We can keep this between us warriors right?"

He asked with a wink. Kodah perked right up and grinned cheerfully, his tiny canines on full display which brought a laugh to his father. With that Kodah took off running through the Karlibor camp home to see his mother.

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The City with No Name

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It was the greatest exodus of rat herders and beggars and vagrants and scoundrels and deserters and other dregs that all of the Middle Realm had ever beheld in all of recounted history, and furthermore it had passed without stirring. The rat nests of the Valerian, the Lowest Castes Halls of the Empire, the Hidden Roost that had been scattered all of old and new Sacriran: Everywhere that they were undesired, unwanted and neglected; their numbers mysteriously vanished under the cover of the great rat panic. Reports continued of strange sights of a shambling mass of all sorts of outcasts working its way further and further Northward vanishing into the seas themselves never to return.

The drowning of the dregs some were calling it, though such a story did not hold entirely true. Instead the great shambling migrations instead walked along the unseen bridge La’Moire had promised, moving at times in numbers ranging in the thousands.

Syberion was left to see all sorts silently sulk into the ancient ruins, a rabble unlike any imagination of prowlers, beggars, prostitutes, cut purses, horse thieves, deserters, con-artists, bastard men and women, cripples, impaired, addicts, refugees, camp followers, and other lout that flooded into the city in an eerie silence and secrecy. Pests of all kinds followed ranging from stray cats and dogs, pigeons, hordes of rats and mice, nags, flies and other insects and all sorts of vermin all followed these arrivals sometimes outnumbering the migrants by a 12:1 ratio (with greater numbers the smaller the pest).

At first the faithful Sacririans that had been left to simply clean and tend to their own devices were left untouched, the occasional figure lurking out of their sight in the great ruin and rubble that made for ample hiding all about the city. As more and more figures began to amass though, the explorers could not help but hear sinister whispers and hush words among them; mustering a cowardice only entertained in the most feeble of minds and strength in numbers. Suspicion continued to grow and grow and grow within the unseen population of the city.

Suddenly without warning: the paranoia exploded.

“GRAB ‘EM!” A booming voice demanded, as the poor explorers were suddenly descended on by masses of all sorts of low life. They almost seemed to burst out of their hiding holes, some smeared in a greasy greyish ichor to blend in the rock, others as dirty as the soil. The mass seem directed by a rather large man, towering among the others providing an ample opportunity to bully the louts into doing what he desired. He was half giant among them, having hair grown outward from head to toe tangled and wild and wearing the skinned hides of goats and other animals.

Ropes were tossed outward to the skies in their attempt to trap the apparent ‘intruders’ of their new safe haven while Hope was away paranoia ran rampant and wild. Perched and emerging outward were renegade Sacririans squawking “SPIES! SPIES! SPIES!” they pointed over and over in a wild accusations, no one could truly shut them up. The city with no name had suddenly gone into a fit of madness.

The God of Cowards, Keys and Rats

Bartum had followed the other, not out of interest in such horrifying thing in meeting with other things that could eat him! No. He followed in sulking and sniveling shambles because La’Moire would be in danger elsewise! Why would Bartum care if one thing murdered another! It was not him! If he casted judgment upon the thing it would be angry! If it did not the other things would be angry at him! Why involve himself in such a thing!? It was nonsense and unnecessary! To reach the top of the great fall if he slipped he journeyed through the awful unknown thing that seemed to go on forever. He didn’t followed La’Moire persay as he decided to move through the secret places within the great mountain, the old caves and tunnels that led further and further upward.

At each stop he sprouted more rats in hacking coughs, the boney dirty old man wheezing in the dark. He hated and loved the dark so… so safe, nothing could see him, nothing could hurt him; so dangerous, he could fall off the edge of the world, or slip and break his neck. He cringed as the pale toothless man sulked further inside the great tunnels passing without a sound as he worked his way further and further up for the great hall where all the things could meet.

He rose his gaunt shrouded face for a moment, almost sensing the great danger of the SPIES! He knew of these bird men. They never perform such cruelties as other men, but he knew they always seemed to attract the cruel creatures and things sooner or later. He almost hiss in the darkness as it was his first reaction before something else clouded his madden mind continuing in his eternal terror further and further upwards in the tunnels. So many fears, so many doubts, so many thoughts flooding his sweating face from the idea that the world was on fire outside these tunnels, to the invisible water that was silently flooding the tunnel to the fact that everyone forgot him somehow and he would arrive into a world where he had nothing…

So many irrational terrors cringed at the ragged creature.

The skittish god had indeed arrived with the others as the great sage did cast his silent spell. But he was not out in the open, instead he was behind the sturdy looking door that had never been opened, in all of time. Bartum, the key master possessed the only copy of the key that allowed entry. The door glowed the irrational silver, the aura so powerful it was paling the door itself. It was not Bartum whom was powerful but the raw emotion of cowardice that he seemed to act as a vessel for.

“Won’t come in! Stay away! Stay away!”

The rambling mad man cried only to add further to the discussion behind the door which had never been opened in all of time.

“Won’t open! You speak! Speak things that you call me to come for! I listen! I leave after! Safe… Will be safe from danger! Safe!”

He rambled almost uncaring of the conversation currently occurring.

“We are all doomed! Doomed! Hide! Throw your children into the waters so they are not borne into the world! Smother the crying so they can not hear! Hide so you can emerged once the world has died and must reborn like it always has!”

He pleaded to the other things, there was no creature more afraid of the death of the things than Bartum the sniveling ranting crazy creature, borned a boney old dirty coward spatting old the false prophecies of his own eternal waking terrors. The God dare not join them all, wallowing inside his own little insecurities that were as overwhelming as the great mountain all the gods now sat on.

Laska

The young goddess watched the proceedings with apprehension. No one seemed to notice her there in the corner. She could not stop feeling the unease either as the two goddesses argued. She wanted to speak up but her shyness got the better hand. Then as everything calmed down, the wise one got up to speak and Laska felt as though she had lost her chance to say something.


Acanthus

The Elder god looked upon his brethren with curiosity and a mixed twinge of sadness and happiness. He would have loved to meet all of them, just not in circumstances such as these. As Nylia walked in, Acanthus was saddened even more. The poor girl had been through so much... Her once shimmering silvery aura now seemed to glow bright red. Acanthus released the spell on his eyes, he would not let this sight pain him more.

As Nylia spoke, Adarani seemed to explode in outrage. Acanthus let them talk, he knew better than to get between two angry women. Acanthus listened intently to every argument made, even by the newcomers. But he held his peace. Wise decisions and judgement came from the right knowledge and he did not have all of the information he needed.

Acanthus considered the views and claims by both parties. He knew that Nylia was not always forthcoming with the truth, however, he also knew that Adarani could be taken hostage by her emotions. He felt a tugging at his heartstrings for the needless deaths of thousands, but he could give no blame.

Acanthus was taken from his deep reverie as the new goddess who radiated a special, hopeful calmness called for a start to the meeting.

"Hmm," Acanthus said thoughtfully. He stood and bowed to his brothers and sisters. "Welcome, dear ones. I am pleased to see that so many of you came, though not everyone is here..." He waved his hands and a map appeared over the grand table. "Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida. I hope you will still come."

He waved the map away and returned his attention to the guests currently there. "Though I am happy to see so many brothers and sisters here, I am afraid it is because there have been terrible tidings. For those of you who have been born more recently, some information. You see-" As Acanthus spoke he waved his hand to reveal the sky above the mountain through the roof. "When a god perishes, they become stars and constellations." Acanthus made a pulling motion with his hand and the sky seemd to stretch and grow closer to the mountain. "This is the constellation of a dear friend, Craigin who lost his life to an unknown force. This branch was his symbol." The sky seemed to rush past them and a new constellation was in focus. "This is another symbol, a hammer, this was the symbol of the War god who perished some time ago."

Acanthus let the ceiling return to its original form. "Several new constellations have appeared most recently." He summoned the Bookshelf to him. "This is the Bookshelf of Knowledge. It holds information about every god who comes to existence. It does not hold enough information to be very useful, for I am not the ruler of all nor do I know all, but these books do seem to be connected to their gods in a very real way. When a god comes to life, they receive a book. When they die, the book disappears as well."

Acanthus let his words sink in for just a moment.


The Crystal

As the god of Wisdom spoke, so did the Crystal, but only Nylia could hear. You are free to meet our allies at any time Nylia. However, I need you to be calm but cautious right now. Your name shall be cleared of suspicion shortly. You will be seen as someone who will write the wrongs that have been done and then we can move forward with our plan to destroy more of these corrupted beasts.


Acanthus

"So you see my brothers and sisters, someone has been killing our kin." Acanthus pointed towards the shelf. "There is a murderer among us, though possibly not directly so." Acanthus looked towards the shelf. "And whoever is removing our kin from this world must be found and sto-." He stared dumbstruck at the shelves. A book that had been there had just disappeared. He opened the ceiling to view the sky again. A new constellation was rapidly forming. It had the appearance of a closed eye. "Prophecy and Secrets..." Acanthus said slowly. "A brother has just been slain..."

The Four Corners of The World.

Twice a call had been sent out. One meant for their father. The first had gone unanswered, for still father had remained asleep, unwilling to wake even at the behest of his sibling divines.

However when the second call had been issued, the great four had stirred. They had grown lax in their duties as the guardians, being unprepared for the chaos invasion long ago and even going so far as to allow the god of all to place his own protectors over the world. A fact that some had become begrudged towards.

But more worrisome and pressing was this message sent for their father. A tale gods slain. They communicated amongst each other, through great tremors and subtle vibrations sent through the earth. Some dismissed the message, believing none capable of harming their father. It was argued back, however, that it would only be in arrogance that they ignored such a possible threat. And even if it was true that none could hope to challenge father in his might, he had charged them with being his envoys to the other gods, and refusing to meet with them on his behalf would be a great delectation of their responsibility. They had already failed once to act on fathers behalf. He would not tolerate such carelessness if they were to fail again.

An agreement was reached, and two of the four were sent to appear at this summit of the divines. Talmas, the iron Colossus of the east who had met with some of the gods present before, and Armas, the crystal colossus of the north, who insisted on being present this time as well.

The both marched, crossing many miles and shaking the earth beneath them with each step. Soon they would arrive at the summit of the mountain that the call came from, and meet with the gods once more.

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Ramatung.

The tales came in like an angry wind on the desert. In times past the giant tribes had been attacked, there animals stolen. But never had they seen such malice and viciousness as this. The story of the child who escaped the devastation of her tribe at the Durtuma was just the latest in a long stream of disastrous raids by the 'bugmen'. And the simple fact that the creatures had pushed so far south into the their lands had brought a sudden fear to the already shell shocked giants.

An anger was brewing in the hearts of the giants. A rage the likes of which they had not felt in all their history. They demanded action, and the Duraka, under great pressure from the elder council, relented and sent out the call to arms. All across Ramatung, spears were made, thick hides stitched into armor, and large stones cut and prepared for slings. Even the bronze smiths at the foot of the great volcanoes found themselves found their talents turned towards the forging of great battleaxes.

The fury of the giants had been awoken, and soon the north would feel it.

Nylia

Nylia no longer felt any anger towards Adarani and her tiny pup who spouted useless information. She actually felt pity for the poor thing, his views on free will were so diluted and comical for a being such as himself who was created simply to be a companion, who's personality was hand picked for him and thus all the decisions he would make in the future. Everything was predetermined for the creation, a sad life to live, especially due to the fact he didn't know it himself. But Nylia kept silent, knowing that she already angered the Gods enough, and most of them seemed to take pity on Adarani due to her tears. Nylia could cry to for all she cared, but she wasn't weak, she wasn't one for pity. As for Adarani she did not pity her...instead the weak Goddess was amusing, soon she would die and it could possibly be by her hand, and just like her pitiful pup, she didn't know it yet. She had to restrain herself from outright laughing in front of all the Gods!

But Nylia kept her emotions inside of herself, as the Crystal said, she had to be cautious, and apparently her name was going to be cleared which made things even better! The recent craze that occurred thanks to the miserable Goddess Adarani made Nylia realize her hatred for these Gods was even stronger and more passionate than she originally thought! She always hated the fact that she felt urging feelings of loneliness but these Gods...these Gods deserved to die, they deserved to rest in burning flames with their washed out minds and herd thinking! She wasn't sure where this fury was coming from but it filled the empty void she had been feeling inside of her for so long and she finally felt alive! Their blood would splatter and they'd rest an eternity in the Inferno, rotting in the core of Naelus! Nylia couldn't wait to find her partners in the mad plan, she couldn't wait to light the Gods in their endless hatred together! She lusted for their blood, she needed it!

Nylia snapped out of her vivid daydreaming once Acanthus' boring monotone voice finally stated something important. A God had died...while she was in the Great Hall. That had to do wonders for clearing her name, and as the Goddess of Revenge she had to slip into the role she once held predating the Cataclysm. "...As I thought..." Nylia said solemnly once Acanthus announced what he had. "Then as I'm sure we can all agree whoever is doing this must be put to justice, we must avenge our brethren who have died before us," Nylia said, her words calm but passionate on the matter. "But we can't rush into it like savages, we have to be ordered, narrow down the list of suspects, investigate, and then hold a trial on the matter, I'm sure Mathias can accommodate for us on the legal system as he has in the past, and I'd be more than happy to investigate and persecute who has committed these deeds. We must be efficient and swift before more die, and I can dedicate my time to that as I have in the Inferno," Nylia finished. She found it to be a smart route to make it so she investigates the case, so that she could falsely accuse someone for committing the deed, thus furthering her and her allies. She made sure to put every bit of manipulation and persuasion into what she was saying, the other Gods would feel inclined...no obliged to agree with her.

The Great Lion listened in silence as his elders spoke. Grey Mane spoke of some grave threat facing his kind now. A killer of Gods, a murderer in the night has been slaying their breed for some unknown purpose. The thought breathed life into a savage anger within the beast god that was personified by a deep, rumbling growl as they spoke of the killer. Images of his jaws clamping down on the betrayer's throat flashed in Rhaegar's mind as he listened to Acanthus. Some may find it strange that Rhaegar would feel this level of passion and loyalty to a group he had only just met but the bonds of kinship were strong and a lion was if anything, always loyal to their pride.

It was then that Nylia stepped forward. She spoke of vengeance and of hunting down those responsible for this heinous act. She concluded by volunteering to lead the investigation for the perpetrator. A noble gesture and one Rhaegar for some uncanny reason could not help but agree with and believe. Rhaegar had no intention of speaking further when a thought struck him. Elder Goddess or not Nylia was a deity of Manipulation, Vengeance, Seduction and Undead but the Hunt... That was Rhaegar's area of expertise. He may claim dominion over the realm of the beasts but he is also the Lord of the Hunt and few could rival his abilities in this realm.

"Mighty Grey Mane."

Rhaegar said stepping forward with a respectful nod.

"I may be of some assistance to our sister Nylia in her search for the killer. As Lord of the Hunt there are few who could match my skills for tracking. I offer any aid I can give to help find this murderer. Beyond my own prowess I can fill the skies with the wings of eagles who will scour the land for sign of our quarry. I can have the wolves of this world seek out any scent of the one we seek and track them to it's source. The worlds greatest predators will be put to the task of aiding us, this hunter of gods has just become prey Great Grey Mane."

Rhaegar spoke passionately with the hint of a growl behind his words. It was clear the Beast God hungered for the thrill of the hunt, the excitement of the chase and the exhilaration of the catch.

Nylia

Nylia listened on silently as Rhaegar volunteered to assist her in the hunt for the killer. There were positives and negatives to having Rhaegar assist her but in the end she found that it wouldn't be too much of a hindrance if he assisted her. He was just a newborn God but he was still wise...he could be an asset if used correctly.

"I humbly accept your offer," Nylia said cordially, "Your skills of the hunt, knowledge of the lands of this realm, and keen mortals make you an exemplary partner for this search. Together I am sure we will be able to find the God who is doing this, and punish him accordingly," Nylia stated. "However, we shall only need the two of us," she said, now speaking to the group, we must be a small group, if the God notices a wide search party after them they shall most probably cease in their killing, and it would be most advantageous if we caught them in the act, seeing as it would make it definite that they are the killer," Nylia stated.

"As for everyone else, we need to have a trial set up swiftly to be ready for when we catch this killer, my knowledge on your law system is still not as pristine as I would wish, but Mathias, I request again that you serve as the Judge for this trial. As for =the people representing the murderer and the person prosecuting them, we need two Gods that are willing to volunteer for this, and that I leave up to you," she stated calmly, ready to move on to the next topic. "Once we Rhaegar and I find who's committing these heinous crimes, we shall call on you, our brethren, to assist us in defeating and apprehending him, so perhaps a communication device of sorts would be of great assistance...Acanthus, would you be able to assist in that?" Nylia asked.

"In the meantime, the first thing we must do is narrow down the list of suspects that could have committed these crimes. Seeing as we were all here in the Great Hall when Kazus died, our suspicion can be cleared. As for the others who are not here, Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida, any other God who is not in the Great Hall at this moment, are all under suspicion of murder, so Rhaegar and I shall keep an eye out for these people as we search, knowing that they could have done it."

Othuma

Othuma nodded as Sithis left his presence, leaving him with a new assistant, Chrysalis. He has already fought beside her and knows her to be an excellent warrior. Dangerous and methodical, she indeed makes an excellent addition with Othuma. Who is now finally understanding that power is the most greatest thing one could obtain. Chrysalis surprisingly came up to Othuma and very provocatively rubbed against his arm. The crystalline features kept decay from bothering her body, nor would Othuma allow it to either. Othuma then laughed a smooth, velvety laugh as Chrysalis flattered him.

"And a most spectacular boon it is, to have one such as yourself by my side." Othuma spoke as he gave a devilish grin. Othuma looked up into the sky to see the constellations and the moon from earlier when they killed Almaran. "Oh look it seems you were quite busy." Othuma chuckled as a new constellation appeared. "I'm sure the others' stomachs are turning at this sight," Othuma pause, "It does give a sense of longing though...I wish I could have been the one to cause more death." Othuma let out a heavy sigh. "Oh well my time though is on the rise, soon I shall spread more death, but not just spread it but cause it." He then laughed mischievously. "Yes, the world is about to become a very interesting place." He grinned as he placed is other hand on Chrysalis's hands. "I'm sure that would satisfy you too?" He asked with a smirk.


Mathias

Mathias sat down next to Adarani, as he watched the events unfold. He kept his arm around her to make sure she did not leave his attention. Still his eyes were on the rest of his kin. He listened to the words of Acanthus and just like before the Cataclysm, it seemed history was repeating itself. It was obvious to him that someone wants them dead. This was the second event they had a string of godly homicides. Just who is targeting them and why? Most likely it's another god but who? He could tell this meeting is upsetting everyone to some degree. Especially to disheveled and measly god near La'Moire. The pathetic looking being spoke frantically and worried that death was coming for them. It wasn't hard to understand his fear, if someone could kill gods, it's already alarming, but at the sheer speed and efficiency? Someone is planning all of this. But who is the Plotter?

Acanthus too was visibly shooken up as well, though not as animated as the scraggly god. He muttered Prophecy and Secrets, he hadn't known what he spoke of, but it sounded like portfolios. Mathias looked up to see another constellation, even during their meeting killings are resuming. Mathias then feared this may have been a waste of time as the killer is still on the loose. Then Nylia made a daring proposition, one that Mathias feels is best. If they are to stop this they must find the killer and detain him. From there Mathias could judge the suspect. Mathias nodded towards Nylia, "If he is brought forth, be sure I will judge him fairly and decisively." Mathias spoke. Then more wisdom came from Nylia as she intelligently deduced as list of suspects, judging from their presence here to those that were absent. Leaving, Mérida, Rodrauge, Torsc, Riomu, and Veltrez. And that may not even be all of them. New life is entering the Middle Realm, Rhaegar is proof of it. What other gods are out there he knows nothing of?

Still it would be best to investigate the others and find a viable suspect. Hopefully Nylia or Rhaegar's judgement will be reasonable when they present their culprit. Even if it isn't, that is why Mathias will be there, to make sure the person in question truly is the killer. Once they leave to find a suspect, Mathias will get to work on setting up hearings. He then looked towards Adarani, he wasn't sure about having her attend. If she wishes to then fine, but he will not ask her to, it will be her decision considering the state she is in. He just doesn't want to put her through anymore pain if he can help it.

Adarani listened carefully to what everyone was saying on the matter, comforted by Mathias' one-arm embrace. As much as she did not like how neglectful Nylia was when it came to the Amares, the Elder Goddess of Revenge was still a sister to her. At the mention of Torsc, Riomu, and Merida, an idea struck her mind. She waited patiently for her turn to speak, then calmly stated, "I do remember Saulterky and Jeremil flying towards the Citadel to accompany Torsc and Riomu before these disturbing events happened. They only found Torsc after it was all said and done, but you may want to talk to them when or if you find them. I'll even keep you posted on what they find, should I be closer to any of your locations than they are. Mariva, the puppy accompanying Merida, could also be of some help. So far, none of the three have found anything suspicious on their corresponding deities, though something could crop up, later on."

Loyalty spoke from inside the mind. "That will help lessen the lists of suspects, at least. You should proceed carefully, though, Adarani. If Torsc, Riomu, or Merida were involved, then your puppies cannot make it known they are assisting with the investigation. If that happens, it will be that much more difficult."

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It has been three years since Hanryyt and Nala were wed. Their twins, one male and one female, were growing strong and healthy. It would seem as though the war was forgotten for the couple. Well, almost. Many resident within the Republic lost some of their loved ones in that war. A large portion of those people who lost the ones they cared about, Sacriran and Valkyrie alike, developed a burning hatred towards the Betan Kingdom for their heinous war crimes. This section of Sacriran citizens would greatly influence foreign policy within the Republic for years to come. The report on the Klik-kik-t, sent by three Sacrirans who barely made it to safety alive after having to escape both the Klik-kik-t assassins and the Klik=kik-t military, made matters worse.

The western half of the Republic became fed up with the insanity and constant call to arms against the "war lover filth" while it created an army and navy to await the perfect opportunity to strike, whenever that would come. And so, that western half seceded from the Republic and became the Sacriran Federation, announcing they had no wish to be involved in the Republic's wars to come. Naturally, though not realistically, the Republic declared the Federation a "war lover" sympathizer and an arms race initiated. From that arms race came all sorts of magic-powered and magic-ammo weapons and vehicles, from the Supernatural Ironclad (which uses magical energy to power its engines and fire deadly projectiles while providing solid protection against physical projectiles), to the the Magic Beam Rifle and Pistol (the type of beam depending on the kind of magical energy used to load it), and even the Sacriran Katanna (made for considerably swift and clean cuts while acting as a focus for spells). There were plenty other weapons made with efficiency in battle and the lessening of the reliance on metals in mind. The nation which initially sought to remain neutral has become a major force seeking to protect itself from a possible invasion by a constant instigator.

The arms race and propaganda got so out of hand by the third year, Hanryyt had enough and decided to take action. He stood on a pedestal within a rather grassy area of the Republic where mountains were not visible and gave his speech on how it was before the Cataclysm, and why Sacrirans had to go back to the most treasured values and traditions of that time. Among toher things, his speech included such things as "no ill will towards one's attackers" and "Answering a misdeed with a misdeed" bringing more harm than good. Hanryyt went to such lengths as to point out his own mistakes over the years, including the incident where he maliciously harmed soldier at the Divine Isle during his thirst for vengeance. At one point, the meaning of the word "Sacrira" (the name given to the original area the Vitaiim used to live in) was mentioned, that being "Sacred Serenity". There was a point to what he was saying: that Adarani's teachings on peace through peace held true to this day. It was not weapons or combat skills which would bring forth a lasting serenity, but a willingness to let go of such things as hate and malice.

Word of that speech spread throughout the Republic prior to reaching the Federation. The reaction was tremendous. Many Sacrirans and Valkyrie on both sides were moved by Hanryyt's words and rallied under his cause, naming him the first Arch Abbot. Thus, the New Sacriran Order, an international society meant to restore the good name of Adarani's disciples and achieve peace through peace, was born. Word of the movement eventually reached New Sacrira (renamed Betannia by the Queen), where it received an even larger reception. A huge portion of the populace, a whopping 49.9% of the archipelago's Sacrirans, 30% of the Vakyrie, and about 6% of the Amares that settled there, responded with requests to take part in the movement. Hanryyt could barely keep up with the letters while balancing that with his wife and family, though the initial boom subsided after a few months or so, which relieved some of the stress. It was a good thing he had so many people helping him with those letters, since he, Nala, and the twins were always travelling by then.

At last, Hanryyt answered the final letter for the moment with a sigh of relief. "Phew! I was not expecting so much success so soon!" His gaze turned warmly toward Nala and the twins. "I'm beginning to understand how Ruthtaika felt being Grand Abbot of Agriculture before the Old Order, as it is now called, was conquered. She is cheerful, don't get me wrong, but I think she hid her stress a little too much." He knew that this international society's members would have to be constantly moving about so they could help people in need on a worldwide scale. Nala surely approved of the travelling part, she always was enthusiastic about that.

The male twin, Daviko, tilted his head sideways while showing signs of confusion. "How do you think she is back at New Sacrira?"

Hanryyt chuckled at his son's query. "Oh, I believe she is doing just fine."

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Speaking of which, Ruthtaika was officially the Queens' advisor on relations with Sacrirans and Valkyrie. The entire Sacriran populace in New Sacrira trusted her with their lives, meaning it was not that hard for them to voice their concerns to her. As both part of her break and he martial arts training, Ruthtaika used a training noose for self-hanging while being in a meditative pose and humming. She has been alive since before the Cataclysm, and because she has been at the training for so long, she was practicaly numb and highly resistant to most things that would hurt others.

One of the Amare guards within the monastery (which monasteries are now more of a spiritual place than a political area) where that took place noticed her like that, panicking on the inside before shouting out to her, "Pardon me for asking, Miss Davutite, but are you trying to commit suicide!?"

Ruthtaika got off the noose before landing gently on the ground with a smile just as gentle. "I was just strengthening my neck, is all? Sorry to frighten you."

"No problem. By the way, Prince Muto has asked to speak with you, both professionally and on a personal level."

The female Vitaiim let out a small chuckle. "Well, that's sweet of him!" A smirk then entered her features as she noticed Muto behind the guard. "Although, since I am abstinent, I am not letting him enter me, just yet."

Mathias had said his peace and so has Adarani. Rhaegar seemed to be accepted as Nylia partner in the hunt. The Great Lion moved to stand at his sisters side, as his tail flicked about behind him in anticipation. Nylia had the historical knowledge of the players involved as well as the keenest of sights to their motivations. Rhaegar brought the natural aptitude for tracking and a force of hunters that could not be rivaled. They would find their quarry soon enough, it was but a matter of time.

"If all are in agreement let us begin, our quarry is already ahead of us and we'll need to get their scent quickly before more blood is shed."

Rhaegar said eagerly.

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In the misty shadows of a nameless swamp a figure moved through the darkness. His reptilian tail slid through the thick mud as his clawed feet waded through it with practiced ease. The wicked looking knife hanging from his belt bounced against his scales as he moved through the dank fog of his home. The dancing fire light in the distance was his destination. The Silurian had been gone for several hours on a hunt for Crimson Nirnroot. A rare plant but a powerful ingredient in potion crafting, or in this case poison crafting.

He reached the exterior of the tribal camp and as the first of the lantern light touched his reptilian head and his serpentine eyes adjusted to the light Alduin hissed in frustration as he saw who approached him.

"Alduin, where have you been?"

Alduin's tongue flicked out in frustration at the annoying question from the village elder. Odahviing was one of the oldest and supposedly wisest of all the Silurians but to Alduin he was little more than a tired old gecko who needed to lay down and die. Constantly he called for Alduin to help with this or that like he was some damned errand boy. Alduin was skilled, more skilled than any alchemist in the tribe yet he was forced to spend most of his time aiding the tribe leader with his lack luster crafting of meager potions.

"I was out Odahviing, looking for ingredients."

The older Silurian paused and brought his clawed hand to his chin in curiosity.

"Oh were you now? Find anything good out there young one?"

Alduin shrugged casually and shook his head.

"Nothing of note. Did you need something?"

He asked to quickly cover up his lie. Odahviing seemed to eye the young adult Silurian for a moment before speaking again.

"Yes well, come with me pupil. I want to test your healers touch."

Alduin sighed as he was led through the camp by the elder.

"I already know all the healing remedies Odahviing, it's one of the first things I learned."

He said with a frustrated click of his jaws.

"Then this should be easy for you."

Odahviing said sarcastically as he put a hand on the young pupil's shoulder.

Mérida

The others had left her some time ago, but the departure of Laska seemed to have been felt the hardest. She cared for the child, feeling somewhat protective of the young goddess. She had returned to the sapling she had grown within the heart of this city, the rough and rigid 'civilization' of this place had seemed too confined for her tastes at first, perhaps it was the hard edges of the stone constructs, but despite that she felt reasonably at ease here. Her little touch of nature, the tree now stood nearing double her height, was in part a memorial for a god she almost met and could almost remember feeling a connection to his being that had been stripped away to nothingness before it had existed at all. The feeling gnawed at her, aching inside her like phantom pain spreading throughout her body. It bothered her greatly, at the loss of this almost stranger yet kin, and more so at the architect of such an act. A strong, regal voice shattered her moments reprieve, causing her to look up at the winged figure hovering nearby.

"My Lord wishes for any God to gather with Lord Acanthus to discuss a topic of great importance."

She lent her head to one side as she muttered the name of her ‘brother’ her mind filled with flashes of a colour beyond her ken and sparks of energy as it invoked the true meaning of who he was to her.

"I thank you for informing me. I will make haste to visit my kin. I have not managed to meet many since awakening." She stood, wincing slightly before bowing to the creature and smiling warmly as it flew away.

She turned and lightly stroked the neck of the small puppy that she had been given. "I wonder why he wishes to see me?" she muttered to it, half to herself before a brief flash of pain marred her features. "It would appear that I’ve failed to rest enough, but there may not be time for that just yet." She sighed softly to herself before taking a moment to work out where the mountain in question lay, and began to make her way there. Her body fading slightly as it melted away into a rainbow mix of colours spread across the sky.

Halfway to her destination she felt an echoing voice reverberating throughout her being, and voice spiked by fear and worry, tempered by concern and pale fury. Her flight faltered as she stumbled across the heavens, falling fast for several moments before alighting herself in the air.

“My sister, a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

"More have been killed? More than just Kalimdor?2 she shivered slightly and hugged herself tightly in the sky, her body reforming as the wind blew her hair around her. "What is happening in this world..." she cried softly to herself before setting her jaw and making all speed towards the mountain. Her head tilting slightly as she noticed what appeared to be two giant figures making their way towards the summit, who she assumed must be more like her.

She arrived at the great chamber of this ‘Acanthus’ shortly after the last summons she had received, her thoughts somewhat confused due to many of the other deities of this world being little more than strangers too her for the most part. Though despite this she felt she could trust this one, who from what she could understand was one of, if not, the eldest of their kin. This didn't make her feel anymore comfortable inside the building, the hard stone and tingle of contained energy within making her slightly claustrophobic and crave the wilds once again. She had been away too long and missed her creations and her lands.
Upon arriving at a slightly darkened corner of the chamber her bright eyes took in all those in attendance, many of which she did not know. This in itself was not surprising given that beyond the few she had met there was not many of her kin that she did know. She smiled, her concern ebbing as she laid eyes on the young Laska. She also noticed the presence of Mathias within the hall, and his attendance helped to put her mind more at ease in attending this gathering; after all he had been the one who she had first met upon awakening.

Though before she had been noticed within the halls, or had begun to make her way towards those she knew she caught the final words of whoever had been speaking to this gathering. Her heart stopping as she tried to make sense of the words.
“As for the others who are not here, Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida, any other God who is not in the Great Hall at this moment, are all under suspicion of murder, so Rhaegar and I shall keep an eye out for these people as we search, knowing that they could have done it.”

She furrowed her brow and shivered again as she saw the speaker, feeling cold and alone in the hall. She moved forward slowly at first but gaining speed and momentum as she regained control of her emotions. She bowed slightly towards Mathias and Adarani, greeting them with respect as well as smiling towards Laska.

She continued till she stood near the centre of the room for all to see, her eyes lingering and narrowed towards the goddess who had accused her of murder, and bowed curtly to all in attendance. She stern gaze lasted only a moment before she smiled softly up towards Acanthus.

"Greetngs Brother, and to all of you. I apologise for my lateness, but I’m very weary in the aftermath of the attacks made upon this world by the beasts of chaos. But I offer my assistance in seeking those who hunt us and I will do all that I am able in order to aid in this endeavor and find those responsible."

She bowed her head towards the god of magic once more before stepping back slightly to stand near Mathias again, her outward posture still spoke of the suffering of the wild but also of her resolve to help weather this coming storm. While on the inside she believed that she was being targeted for some unseen slight and, fearful for her creations, she turned her focus for a moment towards the darkest parts of her domain, ensuring that her El'Dorun were still protecting the fledgling realm of her young Eldalie.

As the gods atop the mountain talked amongst themselves, a distant rumbling echo from far below. It was quiet at first, barely more then a few 'thump' 'thump' 'thump's that were unnoticeable or ignorable in favor of the more important conversation.

Then it spontaneously got much louder.

A thundering BOOM roared up from down bellow, and the mountain shook as if some massive object had hit it's base. A second great crash was both heard and felt. Then a third. And then a fourth. Gradually the sounds grew louder, and closer as though whatever force was assaulting the rock face was ascending it's height. Finally a humungous hand made of iron broke free of the cloud cover and clasped the peaks. Quickly, a titanic figure hoisted itself up in full view of the building housing the assembled gods, and was soon followed by another. The second figure reached out and grabbed hold of the halls roof. A great crash of breaking material sounded as the ceiling was torn away. Followed by a booming voice shouting. "Armas! Be careful."

Soon two massive heads peaked over the ruined remains of the ceiling. One of crystal, and one of Iron.

Settling themselves on a point where they could comfortably stand, they waited for the shaking caused by their movements to stop before speaking. Talmas of Iron was first, bowing his head slightly in respect. "Greetings to you, great divines." His voice echoed. "We apologize for both our intrusion and delayed arrival. We are the sons of the stone god, and have come before you on his behalf."

"Now," Cut in Armas. "What is this talk of a murderer you have called us for?"