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Adarani

The Elder Goddess of Love, Healing, and Fertility

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a character in “The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm”, as played by ZacharyTC

Description

God Name: Adarani
Creed: I shall bless all of you who take care of others with all your heart and mind, all of you who risk your lives for your fellow mortal, and most certainly everyone who remains loyal to their friends, family and spouses.
Title: Divine Matchmaker, Protectress of Love and Marriage, Bringer of the Harvest, Elder Goddess of Healing, Elder Goddess
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good, leaning towards Lawful Good (though she can do evil things unintentionally)
God Appearance:
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Her figure is one that men often adore, slender and appealing. Adarani does not like showing off her smooth, tanned skin, though, which is why she will typically wear a light blue dress which covers her from the shoulder blades to the kneecaps. Her jewelry is nothinjg extravagant, just some blue, violet, white, and pink beads she made to go around her neck. In the night, her sapphire blue eyes glisten and sparkle, one of several factors to her innocent charm. The dark-blonde hair reaches neatly to her shoulders, without any fancy styles or the like. As for her height, it fluctuates from day to day. Her animal form is that of a bird, normally a dove, allowing her to fly to her destinations without drawing attention to herself.

Personality: Though Adarani speaks passionately about love and marriage, she, herself, has yet to marry someone and lose her virginity. If anyone were to ask her why, it would be because she is undecided as to who her match would be and is still searching. Until then, she will remain a virgin. She typically will help any mortal who is injured or ill become well again, despite what they may have done. It pains her whenever death is the only cure to a person's misery, as she would rather see someone live to meet their loved ones again. Pacifist by nature, Adarani will normally avoid combat whenever she can, not wanting to inflict harm on anyone. When speaking to mortals, she is rather open. Among immortals, however, her shyness can be observed due to the fact she is not used to interaction with one of her own kind.

Since the Battle of Sacrira, however, her innocence was lost (despite how innocent-looking she can appear) and she now faces an internal conflict on how she should use her martial arts skills in the future. The Cataclysm has done even worse damage for her, internally. The Vitaiim were nearly wiped from existence, leaving only three families of four still alive. All the death and trauma of war was more than she could bare. It will take some time for her to recover from all the loss at the hands of Kreios. (And Jute, but she does not know about her, yet.) In the meantime, the Elder Goddess of Love decided to hold back her tears and despair as best she can so to continue to help mortals in their time of need. If anything other than upset her to the core, the Cataclysm hardened her resolve to find a peaceful solution to disputes and keep mortals safe from the horrors hate and malice bring.


Opinion of mortals: Adarani cares deeply for mortals of all walks of life. Such indiscriminate compassion can be used against her, however. That aside, she sees more in men than simple-minded lust. In fact, many of her male followers are trained to resist such lust, and are quite successful at it. Adarani's disciples typically avoid combat whenever possible. Should they need to fight, however, they all know unarmed techniques, to some degree or another, which allow them to escape without causing any lethal harm (at least, that is the plan, but is not always the case). When an individual who follows her comes of age, he/she is taken to a local monastery or academy (whichever is nearest) to be trained in the art of healing. Those who complete such training can be found all over the world, curing ailments and remedying injuries without any regard to their own well-being. The Divine Matchmaker expects spouses to be loyal to each other in more ways than one. (Example given, when the wife is having trouble raising the couple's children, if any, on her own, the husband is expected to help and vice versa.)

God’s Domain: Adarani rests in Paradise to recharge her energy, yet does most of her work in the mortal plane. She can normally be found somewhere close to agricultural areas, or wherever ill or injured people are being tended to. Adarani wil also appear whenever she feels a certain pair of people should become a couple, thus she will make it all possible.

Portfolios Governed: Love, Healing, Fertility
Symbol(s): A Heart with a Tulip in Front

The pictures below are of Adarani's spirit guide: Loyalty
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Dormant for some time before becoming active after the Trial of Kreios, there is a spirit inside her named Loyalty. Her birth is explained like this: Before the Corrupter came along, the first two mortals were still growing used to their environment in the world. Their time together formed a bond which gave way to a relationship, then marriage, a family starting because of it. The love between the first two mortals eventually gave way to Loyalty. Once the world under the All-Father was destroyed, this spirit needed to find a worthy host, and found that in the Divine Seed of Adarani. All the innocence, the purity, it was all much like that of the first two mortals. From that point on, as she bound herself to the Goddess, Loyalty promised to be a guide to her, to help her in any way possible.

Essentially, wheareas Adarani is emotion, Loyalty is logic, and will be there to help bring her back to reality whenever she strays too far from logic. She is also handy for when the Goddess is in trouble, as they can switch places, altering their body's appearence a little (Loyalty has a bit more muscle tone and has a more serious demeanor about her than Adarani, sort of like the bit between Yugi and the Pharoah in the "Yu-Gi-Oh" anime) while a sword appears in the right hand. Like Adarani, Loyalty does not normally kill, though her methods are somewhat more bloody due to maiming with slashes and stabs. Switching places not only comes in handy for combat, but also for when Adarani quite literally cannot create something that is important for her disciples, such as self-defense weapons or other forms of equipment. Loyalty is even a great artist, capable of creating murals or statues in honor of mortals and immortals alike, a handy trade for when temples, monuments, or memorials are being built (those are where her skills in art are at their peak, since she cannot find inspiration for anything but honoring certain individuals).

So begins...

Adarani's Story

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Acanthus

The wind was chilly at the top of the mountain. Acanthus stood up, leaning heavily upon his staff. Snow whipped his cloak and his grey beard glittered with the powder. He looked at the others standing with him. The faces showed a wide variety of shock and awe. Acanthus felt much too tired to even react. They had pushed back the army but at what cost? What had happened to the world they had known?

But there was no doubt about it. The Middle Realm looked beautiful. For miles in every direction there was clear blue skies. The land seemed a flush with life. Acanthus wavered on his staff. "I am weary, even with all of the lives it took to as I cast it, that spell has drained much from me. But, look at the world my brothers and sisters. We have stopped that menace." He looked out at the glistening sea. It felt to him as if Paradise had descended to the Middle Realm.

He sighed, "All thanks to Laska." He turned to thank her. "Where did she go?"

After determining that she had vanished from the mountaintop Acanthus stroked his beard. He sent a spell of communication to Adarani. "Adarani, do you have any more of your reviving fruit? I fear that some of our number may be wounded or winded as the case may be. But we have succeeded. We have won. And that is enough for now."

The setting changes from the-middle-realm to Creation

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Nylia

Nylia was in shock throughout the whole battle, but she didn't let it effect her, she just fueled herself on rage and didn't think, just killed. But now...when it was all over she was in shock. All of those revolting things happened, it was horrible. It seemed that not many Amares were killed, luckily most of them ran or stayed in hiding. Quickly, logic flowed back into her mind her disbelief and worry left as she zoomed into thought...throughout the whole battle she never sensed a Divine seed growing to created this new Goddess, Laska...maybe she just didn't sense it because they were in the midst of battle...no, there was something about Laska...something sneaky...Nylia was the Goddess of Manipulation, she could usually tell when someone was lying...it seemed whoever Laska was was hiding something. Memories flowed into her mind about the Inferno, someone told her about a horrible, violent Goddess..."Jute" Nylie muttered, loud enough for someone to hear only on pure luck. The name brought different ideas to her mind...Snakes, Greed, Malice, Deception. She was unsure...she wondered if she should tell the other gods...if she did Acanthus, Adarani, and Mathias would probably push for them to partake in another trial...the last one didn't turn out well...the only person she could trust to help her with this Laska/Jute situation would have to be Cragin, maybe even Aspestis. She definitely had to get Cragin in private though, she had to tell him about her theory, even if it was wrong. "Cragin, I know this isn't the best time but can you go to the Inferno with me?" Nylia asked with a calm facade, "It's quite important," she stated, showing her pleading face only to him so the other Gods wouldn't be suspicious. She believed Mathias was powerful at the start of the trial, but after Kreios got away she lost her trust in him...in Acanthus...maybe...maybe even in the All Father?...Why would he let so many people die? Nylia shook the thoughts out of her head, she had to focus.

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Cragin could not concentrate, on Nylia, with her soft voice, or anything. He felt only pain, coursing through every fiber of his being. His body would quiver silently, nothing escaping his hood, but the sudden understanding that he had lost so many of the things he loved, the things he cared for. He broke then, in the deathly silence of the mountain, the wind whipping at them all. He grabbed desperately at his chest, falling back, to the ground, his body would convulse in utter rage, shock, and despair. An empty "No!" Would ring out in the very air, the voice choked and resounding throughout the Middle Realm. As a sobbing was not heard but rather felt, and then wicked laughter, resounding in booms across the sky. He would roll about with the screams bringing his elbows back in fierce strikes carving the mountain below him. He felt beyond tired, weak, but only this broke his will.

Images of those he once loved flooded his vision, and suddenly the booms stopped and he resolved himself to watching the sky. "Nylia, my sister." His voice would be slow as he suddenly realized what had been said. "We will go to the Inferno, then." For he too, in the back of his mind had suspicion of Laska, her sudden appearance and disappearance, the simple attack that kill Kreios when Braun had not. He was skeptical, as they all should be. His voice now, was noticeably struggled, and the silence he bore was now cold as it never had been before.

Cragin had died after the events, but the one thing he thought about, and his heart beat desperately over, was the one thing he had yet to discover fully and truly, the strange spell he was under dictating his mind even in the darkest moments to affection. Love'lyn Joye, and her life was enough to bring him at first to his knees and then his feet, though noticeably he swayed in his weakened state. "Let us go, then."

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Mathias

Mathias stood like a statue, immobile, stout, and unemotional. Mathias just gave a deep, blank stare out into the endless horizon. Mathias was at a lost for words. Nothing, in all of his existence could have prepared him for this moment. The fire and vigor he had, was gone now that Justice has all but made himself scarce after the battle. It's not like Mathias wished to speak with the ancient spirit anyways. Mathias could only feel the pain of loss and pity for his kin. Still this left a huge task to be undertaken. Such a threat...there must be precautions. One thing that Mathias wants to know is how Kreios came to escape and cause this in the first place? How did he become so much stronger as to escape and resist his sentence? He was sure the spell Justice cast upon him would make Kreios more restricted to do such deeds.

Something didn't add up about all this mess, and Mathias wants answers. His mind wandered to the others and their troubles. Acanthus was weary, Cragin was greatly upset, and the others seem to be lost in shock. Nylia seemed to snap Cragin out of whatever he was feeling. They seemed to plan to go some where, perhaps assess the damage? Still whatever it is, Mathias has more to worry about. Acanthus mentioned that goddess "Laska" who was she? Her appearance didn't add up either, it seemed too much of a coincidence. Still, Mathias shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth, without her Kreios wouldn't have been stopped. Still she could have stayed around, what was her hurry? The Cataclysm wrought death and destruction what else could be more important than that? Or more specifically what is LEFT to do?

Mathias stood unstirred with his thoughts. He couldn't help but feel that something needs to be done. It's time to pick up the pieces....

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Adarani hid her sadness as best she could. The entire Cataclysm nearly wiped out her Vitaiim. She never expected Kreios to target them, since they were not the ones who banished or harmed him in the first place. There was that, and the Elder Goddess of Love made it perfectly clear she did not want a fight back at what used to be the Hall. All the death, the torture, the suffering, it was more than she could handle, emotionally. Now that it was over, she thought about Laska, realizing something was out of place.

Before she could go into detail about it, Acanthus asked if she had anymore Rejiv, to which she nodded and hled out the basket. "Only three pieces of Rejiv are left. I'm sorry, but that is all that was retrieved before the Chaos Beasts destroyed Sacrira."

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Ahuv, the Blue Crane

Ahuv was instructed by Adarani not to involve himself in the fighting that went on in the Cataclysm, stating that if he were to die, she would not be able to cope for centuries. The Blue Crane's journey brought him to the desert that appeared when Acanthus performed the spell. Because he was so busy with tending to Vitaiim matters before the Cataclysm, he never gave himself time to keep hydrated, thus he was barely able to manage flying long enough to make it through the whole event. While he could not die from old age or disease (under normal circumstances, that is), starvation or dehydration were completely different matters. Adarani's thoughts were heard in his head every moment.

What stuck out was, "Ahuv, please stay alive? Please? I don't want to lose you! You're like a son to me!"

"A... son, milady?"

This was the first time Ahuv heard mention of him being considered family. All this time, due to what he knew about deities, he thought his purpose was just to serve Adarani and keep her company. Then again, he thought back to when he was created.

In her sadness, she created a blue bird which waited for her outside. Whenever she could, she planned on accompanying her first creation back to the islands to plan further creation, possibly her first disciples who would help her with her portfolios, though that was unclear as of yet. Looking over at Acanthus, Adarani knew she would not convince him to sway from his decision to banish the two beings who evaded the waves.

Adarani was in what was once Hléradr, the Great Hall of the Gods that Acanthus made, at the time. The whole Pantheon back then, other than Malus, was there, utter chaos forming because of the appearence of the now-deceased God of War, Genocide. He, along with Kreios, were being banished to the Inferno, combat occurring because of their resistance. Adarani did not partake in it, aside from healing Mathias and implanting some of the Love that came from her aura inside that God in hopes that he would stop the fighting. Before she did that however, her sadness at the hopelessness of the situation gave way to forming him: Ahuv, the Blue Crane of Adarani.

"Now I... understand... she felt the Gods would... destroy themselves, back then... I was created... so she would not be alone... without a shoulder to cry on... without comfort... without family..." He finally collasped on the arid sand of the desert, barely able to get back up. Ahuv no longer had the stength to fly and had to go on foot. "I'll regroup with you... as soon as I can... but, first... I need water..." He could see a figure in the distance, but was unsure what to make of it.

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Riomu

Riomu had been wandering for a great deal of time by this point. She'd not yet managed to grow accustomed to the concept of time flowing at a set rate, so she couldn't quite predict how long she'd been walking. She knew she liked what she saw on the way, however. Wide open plains, covered in waist-high grass. Treacherous, humid jungles. Colossal mountains, nearly blotting out the sky. Now, she was in a vast expanse of desert. Were the sun visible in the sky, it would have look beautiful, each individual grain of sand shining like gold. Not that she would've known that, considering that the sky had been dark and foreboding since she'd awoken, what little pale light shone through the clouds staining the dunes an ashen gray. She couldn't help but notice that there was little water to be found here, as opposed to the other places she'd traveled. In all her time walking across the rolling dunes, she'd only seen one body of water, quite some ways back. It wasn't very large, but from the looks of the tree that grew next to it, it seemed clean enough. She knew no thirst, but she would be truly sorry for anything that did, assuming they were out here. As if on cue, upon walking over the next dune, she spotted another living creature. It looked to be a rather large bird. Odd that a bird would be walking as opposed to flying. Wasn't that the one advantage birds had over land-dwelling creatures? Disregarding that train of thought, Riomu took a closer look at the bird. It looked positively exhausted, and judging from its tracks in the sand, stretching back as far as she could see, it'd been walking for quite some time. In the opposite direction from her, no less. She figured it must be resting, and would continue the journey when it has regained its strength. Then, she had an idea. Perhaps she could help the bird on its journey by bringing it further along in its intended direction. She thought for a second, and remembered the pool of water. She could use that as a landmark with which to open a portal. She did just that, and went to get the bird. She gently picked it up and brought it through the portal, setting it near the pool beneath the tree, in case it rained soon. With that out of the way, Riomu continued on her journey, stepping through the portal and closing it behind her.

Moments later, the bird struggled to inch itself closer to the pool, and began to slowly lap at its refreshing waters...

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Mathias


As he stood there, he noticed the situation shifting ever more. As if he wasn't uneasy enough, new sparks have been unleashed, as new gods begin to populate whatever is left of the Middle Realm. Mathias has no idea what to think of them and this makes him unsettled. Are they good, bad? What are their intentions and personalities? Mathias, despite the care he feels for his kin, can't help but feel suspicious of all new comers. Even if they are his kin, all gods are capable of great care or great destruction. Even with the death of, what we considered to be the evil deities, it still felt like they missed something. It ate away at Mathias and sudden urge to catalog every god felt just right. Did he really have to place his kin under the letter like so?

Mathias didn't like it, but he didn't feel safe without doing it either. Is scrutinizing them, the best approach? It is for the greater good, he can't allow any more death and destruction to occur, the pain is just too great. Mathias finally moved as he turned towards the others.

"I am certain each of have sensed new gods on the horizon, yes?" Mathias asked his rhetorical question. "I am going off to find these gods, they will most likely be confused of their surroundings." Mathias spoke as he turned towards the horizon. He would seek out the new gods and...anticipate who they are and see what threat they could posses. Hopefully, they are kind enough. Mathias decided to take his leave of the mountain and entered what remained of the Middle Realm.

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Adarani

Adarani nodded when Acanthus mentioned that she should keep the Rejiv and let them grow. "As you wish, Dad." I know the All-Father is the true father, but Acanthus is the closest thing I have to one.

Transforming into a dove, she flew with the basket of Rejiv westward, where she saw a massive archipelago and landed. This place would be the perfect location for the Sacriran Order to settle and rebuild its civilization. But first, she needed Cragin's permission before claiming these islands, as well as the ones nearest the Southwestern corner of the world. She did not need all the islands in the Middle Realm, just those which would grant enough isolation and serenity that the Sacriran Order would only have to worry about the Chaos Beasts. Speking of whom, the Goddess of Love realized her remaining Vitaiim, who were all still waiting for her in Paradise as refugees, would require more capable protection against such monstrosities. While entertaining thoughts on the matter, a voice came from within her, deep, yet feminine.

"Adarani, can you hear me?"

At first, the Elder Goddess of Love did not understand where the voice came from, looking in every direction to find out. "Who's there?"

"I'm inside you, a spirit within your body. I was dormant until the Cataclysm. My name is Loyalty."

"Loyalty?"

"Yes, and I am your guide and assistant. Whenever you need me to do something, our souls can switch places in our body, enabling me to do what is required that I can do. You will notice that whenever we do switch places, our body will change in response to whichever one of us is in control of it, at the time."

Adarani nodded, taking in this new information while in deep thought. "Do you, by any chance, know any skills with weapons that can defeat an opponent without killing them?"

[i]"I certainly do, specifically with a sword. I can teach whatever race you create how to handle that weapon, though I, myself, am unable to use it in actual combat, as of yet."


The Elder Goddess of Love was relieved, since this was he first good news she heard since the Cataclysm. She decided to plant one Rejiv seed in the fertile soil, in case someone needed the tree that would sprout, later on. The energy she felt told her Cragin was currently in the Inferno, possibly to talk to Nylia concerning Laska. Obviously, it wuld be some time before Adarani could speak to him. She used this time to sit down and meditate, allowing herself to focus on the life around her some more.

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Acanthus

"Goodbye sweet daughter." Acanthus said to Adarani as she left. The others had all gone. The Great Sage was alone on the top of what was once his own mountain. It held nothing for him now. He gathered a bit of the dust from the ground. He knew at once that this bit of dust had been one of the Prachians that he had created. He felt no need to create at the moment. The only feeling that escaped the numbness in his body was a great weariness.

He left the cold of the mountain looking for someplace to warm his weary bones. He turned south towards the great desert he had seen.


Jute

The mountain had been full of gods but no longer. Laska seemed disappointed. Then she felt a strange presence. It was a mortal, floating on a strange and powerful wind. "What is this I see?" She asked to herself, her interest peaked. Laska flew in the direction of the flying naked mortal with a small smile on her face.

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Ahuv

As Ahuv drank, he pondered on what he sensed. The individual who brought him to the oasis felt immortal, yet only had half the amount of power a regular deity would possess. Furthermore, she felt familiar, almost as if the Blue Crane knew her. He finished drinking before speaking to himself. "No, it can't be. Miurcrost is dead... unless..." Suddenly, it hit him. There was an alter that Miurcrost once had. All that God's power and memories must have been stored there upon his death, and a divine seed landed on it. That was the only plausible conclusion he could make, having seen that same alter during his flight as the Cataclysm took place. "I wonder where the other twin is?"

His thoughts were interupted when he felt another immortal presence, even more familiar than the one he was evaluating. It was arcane, a mix of different mystic energies. "It's Acanthus..." Purifying the water, he made ready to fly towards him. It did not take long due to his great speed in flight. Landing several feet in front of him, Ahuv called out to the God of Wisdom. [b]"Mylord, Acanthus! It is brilliant to see you are alive! Milady, Adarani, told me to take flight and not be involved in the fighting! It was not easy, however!" Realizing he was getting too excited over finally meeting Acanthus, the Blue Crane tok a deep breathe and bowed his head low, straigthening his long neck. "Forgive me, I got a little carried away. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I was created by her while she was in a moment of sadness at the unlikeliness of the battle to banish Genocide and Kreios ending well. I was right by outside of the Hall when she ran through the doors. It is a pleasure to meet you, at last, mylord."

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Acanthus

Acanthus smiled at the large blue bird. The bags under his eyes seemed to lessen just from the proximity of such a humble and beautiful mortal. It made him think about all of the times he had neglected mortals for the sake of his brothers and sisters. He wondered if they should be seen differently. He smiled to himself, he was changing his mind because of a different point of view. If that wasn't wisdom, nothing was.

"So you are Ahuv. Yes, I would hear much about you from Benjamiir. It was a very talkative Prachian when it came to prayers. It is a pleasure to see you as well, even more so to know that you survived the horrors of the last few weeks." Acanthus looked over the dusty sands and at the little oasis that they were in. "Seeing you alive gives me...hope." He snapped out of his reverie as quickly as he had fallen into it. "What brings you here child? This is far from your patron is it not? And it hardly seems... hospitable." He cocked his head at the bird. What a marvelous idea for a mortal...

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((OneTailedfOx, you realize the names of places on the map are just for reference for making land claims, right? XD ))

Ahuv

Ahuv saw Acanthus cock his head and knew what he was thinking. The truth was, the reasoning was twofold. "Well, for one thing, since it would have been some time for a group of Chaos Beasts, if any, would find water here, I figured I would be able to remain hidden here, somewhat. Though, since you mentioned it was already over, my estimates were far from accurate." He lifted his head a half way. "The other reason was, there could have been others who came here, as well." Lifting his head all the way, now, the Blue Crane continued. "You may find this odd, but I recently encountered a deity with only half the power a regular one would have. It felt heavily familiar, to say the least. What I sensed was similar to Miurcrost, yet it was only one part. My guess is the shrine of Miurcrost contained his power and memories upon his death and a divine seed landed on it, creating twins instead of just one immortal. The one I saw was female, with a mask and robe. Whoever she and her twin are, I suspect they are now filling the gap Miurcrost left, becoming the new deities of Artifice and Freedom."

Adarani

Adarani's meditation came to a stop when she sensed a deity coming closer. This one seemed similar to Trelas, yet more out of control in personality. There was good and evil at the same time, at the same level as each other. We have a new God of Madness? At first, the Elder Goddess of Love did not know what to do, due to the unpredictability. However, her curiosity and willingness to be hospitable outweighed the risks. She transformed into a dove, again, and flew towards the younger God. Her aura radiated so that he could feel it. While she was in front of him, she jerked her dove head in a motion which indicated she wanted the new God of Madness to follow her. She hoped he would.

Once they were over one of ther islands, Adarani landed and reverted back to her humanoid form, her blue dress knee-length. She looked up at the sky to see if the God followed her. This was the first new deity she saw since the Cataclysm.

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Veltrez

Veltrez didn't really feel like if she was a threat at all, since the aura she was radiating fit the description of the god named Adarani he decided to see what she would be like in person. "Hello, I'm guessing your Adarani." He landed on the island and sat down next to the god and was studying her response to his questions. "I've only met the god Mathias, so please don't take me as rude. I just don't know how to respond to the current situation that I'm in. Anyways, nice to meet you I'm Veltrez." He said that all smiling a timid smile, inviting, but not too strong. His form then changed to his holy form, but he didn't feel the need to run before he changed. This form wouldn't do any damage to the goddess. " I'm sorry, but my forms change randomly and with them changes my personality. Don't take anything I do as an offense to you, it is just the way my fragmented mind works. "
He drew random symbols in the ground with his finger not really having any purpose besides just being art, but you see this symbol would soon be named the Capricorn symbol and that is the symbol of this god. He then suddenly had a worried expression his face, since he was about to change to his devilish form. He jumped into the water hoping his other form wouldn't be able to get out of it. As soon as he hit the water his body convulsed and changed form, he now radiated an aura of evil and insanity that would cause fear into mortals. His now enlarged hand grasped the edge of the island trying to pull himself back up, but his saunter was now limited to a slow crawl. His armor was weighing him down a lot. It wasn't pitiful at the very least he still had the aura of insanity to him. As soon as he got to Adarani his form changed back to holy. A saddened expression was on his face. "I'm sorry, but this is the sort of madness I have to put up with." He felt saddened in this form, but in his neutral form he would feel a bit saddened, but not too much. He laid down on the ground waiting to see the reaction this god had to his madness. He just hoped she wouldn't be too mad at him form almost hurting her.

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Adarani nodded to Veltrez's question, a closed-mouth grin on the side of her face. Once she heard his name, she now realized the reason for his aura of mixed alignment as the power within the name filled her veins. He was the God of Madness, Ruler of the Mind, and Lord of the Unpredictable. His alignment and personality changed constantly, a result of his portfolio of Madness that he received after Trelas' death. That fact was even more obvious when Veltrez took on his holy form.

"I'm sorry, but my forms change randomly and with them changes my personality. Don't take anything I do as an offense to you, it is just the way my fragmented mind works."

The Elder Goddess of Love's grin grew wider. She appreciated his honesty. It reminded her of the time Mathias spoke about having had help building the structures he did in Paradise before the Cataclysm terrorized the Middle Realm. She missed those moments she spent with him before Kreios' trial, yet was unsure why. Her innocent-looking eyes watched as Veltrez drew symbols, which eventually formed the Capricorn, possibly the new God of Madness' symbol. The look on his face, worried her, even more so when he plunged into the sea.

Adarani made ready for combat by getting into one of her more defensive martial arts stances. She waited until he was about to strike to react, but by then, Veltrez already changed back into his holy form. He now felt deep remorse, an emotion she did not like seeing in anyone.

"I'm sorry, but this is the sort of madness I have to put up with." He felt saddened in this form, but in his neutral form he would feel a bit saddened, but not too much. He laid down on the ground, waiting for the Elder Goddess' reaction.

Adarani was not angry, however. She understood from hearing his name, in the first place. Every deity had the ability to determine each others' nature just by hearing those names. She wanted to help him with his problem, even if it would not remove it completely. "I think I know of a plant in this rainforest that can help. Hold on." Changing into a dove, she flew up to the tree tops, examining the leaves. Once she found what she was looking for, she plucked some of the leaves with her beak before landing next to Veltrez, returning to her humanoid form with the leaves in her right hand, equipment right next to her left foot.

"This will take a bit, in the meanwhile..." She placed a hand on his forehead, allowing some of the Paradise energy to enter him. Hopefully, it would help keep the form-shifting under control, at least partially, anyway. Adarani got to work immediately, crushing the leaves in a bowl, pouring fresh water from the lake on the island before stirring the powder from crushing the leaves until it all dissolved into the water. Now that the medicine was ready, she presented the bowl to Veltrez, her gentle smile returning to her face. "Here, drink this. It is Sanuut, an herb medicine made from the leaves of a Grantiiro tree. It will help to keep your form-shifting under control by delaying it."

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Once the paradise energy entered him Veltrez gained a bit more control, but not much to be able to choose when to shift. Just enough to stop from shifting if he tried hard enough. "Thank you for trying, but I do not know how this will react to my body or my powers. It may just decrease the amount of control I have at the moment. I can not predict what will happen to me when I drink this, but I shall try." Veltrez took the bowl from her and stared at it a bit nervously. He sincerely hoped that the unpredictability he has wouldn't screw him over. He drank it expecting his body to blow up for some reason, instead it did exactly what Adarani said it could do. Veltrez realized the exact opposite of what he was expecting to happen happened. He went back to his neutral form, but he knew that this form would only be kept for a while. His body could decide to change forms whenever it felt like it wanted to. He had control over his body, but he didn't know how to control his body yet. He was still a young god after all and he was a dangerous one too. He wouldn't be much help in conflict, it would be better for both sides to keep him out of it, since he could change forms any second in a battle.

Veltez wanted to go somewhere calm to think about what just happened and try to analyze his mind. He wished to see what he could figure out about the madness he had, since he may be able to get rid of his paranoia that he may kill someone in his devilish form. He went to paradise not knowing he could do such a thing, it just felt natural for him to go here. He sat down and folded his wings and entered a state of intense thinking. If any mortal could know what Veltrez was thinking they would surely fall into complete madness from the sheer amount of possibilities that were playing out in the young god's head. A god on the other hand would be confused to the jumbled mess the mad god's mind was. There was no real rhyme or reason shown in his thoughts, but to him it made perfect sense. He waited and hoped he would come across another god who could perhaps shed some more light on his mind.

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The wise god smiled knowingly at Ahuv. "You are very wise for a mortal. And very well informed. Tell me Ahuv, how much of herself has Adarani placed inside you?" Acanthus pondered the mortal for a small while before he seemed to change his mind about saying something. He looked at the blue bird. It's expression made Acanthus think of the Prachians. He had thought of them as mere tools, but he was beginning to change his mind about mortals. If other gods were like brothers and sisters, then mortals should be like children, nephews and nieces all. Acanthus chuckled, "But that is no matter. Tell me about the half god that you met. For that is a strange occurrence indeed."


Jute


Laska watched the naked mortal flying towards her. The wind she was on seemed to be different then the other currents around her. The mortal introduced herself.

"Mother? That is a very strange name? Do you have a creator?" Laska asked in her cutest voice. Then a whisper in her ear caught her so off guard that she had to vigorously flap her wings to stay afloat. Kazus. The god had whispered its name as if it had been nothing. But in the split second that he had said his name, she had learned everything she needed to know about him. She learned that he was the god of secrets, the god of wind, and the god of prophecy. It was enough to know his greatest secret, that of his name, was given freely. It spoke volumes of his character.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, god of wind. I am pleased to meet you and I'm interested in the secrets that you keep. But more importantly, I'm interested in your mortal. Does she prophesy as well?"

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Ahuv tilted his head sideways when Acanthus called him a 'mortal'. I can't die of old age, but I guess that's close enough. "I am not exactly sure how much, but I can heal others rather well. I have other abilities, too, though I have not used all of them." It was when Acanthus chuckled and asked about the half goddess that he straightened up his neck, again. "I did not figure out much besides what I already told you. I was dying of thirst when she spotted me and took me to the oasis you see here. By the time I had strength enough to stand and speak, she already left, not even uttering a word the whole time. The mask had a painted face, while her robes were orange and elegant."

Adarani

Adarani was pleased to see the Sanuut worked. Just when she was about to meditate, a machine-like creature landed next to her. This made her tilt her head sideways, confused. The only deity she knew who had the capacity for this sort of craftsmanship was Miurcrost, and he died in the Cataclysm. Who created this mortal was a mystery to her until he spoke, requesting that she follow him to see Torsc. The name's power flowed through her veins. It felt like Miurcrost, alright, yet the power was only half. The name meant Torsc was the Half God of Artifice.

Ahuv

Meanwhile, Ahuv felt Torsc's name, as well, through the link. He closed his eyes to focus on it, then reopened his eyes to look at Acanthus. The link I have with Adarani just told me the name of the Half Goddess' twin. His name is Torsc. I do not know the name of the deity I encountered."

Adarani

Back at the Archipelago, the Elder Goddess of Love nodded and turned into a dove to fly. The closer she and the machine got to their destination, the colder and more desolate the environment became. It was not long before the entrance to what would be an underground network came into view. Adarani was instructed to head inside and assist the Half God with granting fertility to his creations. Once she found her way, she found a citadel made of metal and stone. It was not quite as grand as the Halls of Justice in Paradise, yet she found it impressive, nonetheless. She followed the aura until she came across the deity.

"You're... Torsc, are you not?" Her shyness left her several feet away from him, at first. It was not until a moment later that she gathered the courage to come closer, looking at the empty glyph. "I'm supposed to implace some of the fertility power I have into that, aren't I?" Picking it up, she pondered on whether it was a good idea. "The last time I used my powers of Fertility on a metallic race, it was the Krul made by Genocide. Now that I think about it, violent as both he and his people were, it may not have been the smartest idea, considering Kreios manipulated the Krul into attacking the Vitaiim, before the Trial that took place prior to the Cataclysm." Adarani sighed after thinking it over more. "Although, it would be cruel to not show at least a bit of kindness to others. You don't owe me anything for this, Torsc. I'm doing it because I feel I am meant to help those in need."

With that, the Elder Goddess of Fertility began gathering her Paradise energy from within. Once enough of it came, she concentrated it into the hand that held the glyph. The power then entered the glyph and set it glowing bright blue, the color of Paradise Fertility energy. She gave it to Torsc once the process completed. "Here you go. That should be more than enough. I better go, now. I sense the aura of another God that sprouted from a Divine Seed, and he seems to be chilled to the bone."

Adarani turned into a dove the moment she exited the cave. following the new God's aura, she found him in front of a tombstone, crying as if a child. It turns out, he was a child, swelling with grief. The Edler Goddess of Love felt compelled to help him, unable to resist the urge she felt wtihin herself. Landing behind him, she reverted back to her humanoid form and hugged him from behind. A tear fell down her right eye, unnoticeable due to the heavy rain. "You poor little boy! What are you doing out here? You could get sick if exposed to the cold weather and rain for too long! We better get you indoors!" She let go and stood up straight, offering a hand to him. "Let's go inside the house across from this field. I'll fix up some Vitalita Tea for you." Her gentle smile matched her innocent-looking blue eyes. "What is your name?"

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Hanriot made no effort to argue with the stranger, full of grief Hanriot still struggling to control these new emotions of his let himself be led to one of the crumbling yet relatively stable structures in the village. It was a strange feeling but Hanriot trusted this stranger, that being said master had warned him numerous times that he was a very gullible fellow.

Trustworthy or not the stranger had calmed down Hanriot and returned him to his sense... something had happened here and Hanriot wanted to know.

"my name?" asked Hanriot in surprise, he was not used to having people ask for his name. "Well I am Hanriot the hawk blade..." Hanriot looked down at himself; what was this strange body? Hanriot drifted into though playing a bit with his hand before remembering he had visitors.

Hanriot cleaned the tears off his face and looked for the words, his voice still stunned with sadness made speaking difficult however.

"Well, i am not sure what i am now, but i used to be a sword. Most other swords don't have much of a personality so i guess i was an exeption to most" hanriot tired to recall his memories so he could summon a time period however after so many years of slumber he could only see scattered images of his past.

Hanriot looked around the house, it seemed familiar but Hanriot could not remember exactly why. "What has happened here? this village used to be the most prosperous village in the county. adventurers, mercenaries and warriors all came here to forge a peaceful life!

what has left the land so blighted with death? where are the birds of song? where is the warm fire? the ale? the mutton? where is my home?"

As Hanriot spoke those words he hit the old crumbling table in a moment of anger, the table seemed as if it would collapse under the strain but instead something else occurred.

The Table rose straight again, the wood as if going back in time reverted to its polished and decorated form until before long the table was just as it was so long ago.

The rest of the house followed suite and before long a great roaring fire was once again in the fireplace, the rain stopped and the clouds went leaving only the sun to shine and the birds to sing their songs. In under a minute a ruin had returned to its former glory, the village remained a wreck but one home had been reclaimed.

Hanriot was speechless, what in god's name had just happened?

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Hanriot's name filled her veins. She now knew what he stood for. Games, Adventure, and their rewards. It would seem he would be a mischevious fellow in the future. She fixed up some Vitalita Tea while she though on what he said. The voice inside her, Loyalty, spoke inside her head. It may be difficult to explain to this one how he was able to have a personality as a sword. Be careful what you say. Just then, the house shook, returning to its former self. Adarani nearly stumbled, but kept her balance.

"Hanriot..." Adarani took a moment to gather her thoughts. "You had a personality as a sword for a reason." She spoke gently and calmly, walkiing towards him. "Here, have some Vitalita Tea while we talk. It can speed up the healing process and enhance the body's immune system. Anyway..." A soft smile came to her features. "Before the Gods and Goddesses were born, all were within Divine Seeds, created by the All-Father. You were one of those deities that came from a Divine Seed. My guess is it landed on the sword you once were, thus you were in it for quite some time when you awoke." The Elder Goddess of Love placed a hand on his. "Hanriot, from hearing your name, I can tell you are the God of Games, Adventure, and the rewards that the two things involve. Any God or Goddess who hears your name will know that. Me..." He free hand was on her chest, now. "My name is Adarani. I am the Goddess of Love, Healing and Fertility. I sensed your aura, and I came looking for you, to help you, emotionally and physically. I am meant to serve others by lifting them up when they are down, ensuring the harvest is bountiful, women's pregnancies produce healthy children, giving medicine and healing when they are hurt or sick, and, of course, help in matters of love in all its forms."

Her face was downcast when she expained the latter query. "As for what happened, I was there to witness part of it. You see, it started after the Trial some of the deities, including myself, held when dealing with a corrupt God named Kreios. He manipulted the dead former God of War's Krul into attacking my Vitaiim, using his powers to corrupt and mutate the Vitaiim. Mathias, the God of Justice and Civilization, helped by protecting those mortals of mine prior to my arrival at Sacrira to undo the corruption of so many Vitaiim with my healing energy. The battle raged on, and the Krul surrendered. I am eternally grateful to Mathias for saving the Vitaiim when I was not initially there. Then came the trial up in Paradise, specifically the courthouse in the Halls of Justice. After careful examination of the facts and testimonies of the wtinesses, which I was one of, Kreios was found guilty for kidnapping, war mongering, tresspassing, and theft, among other things. He was sentenced to the prison in the Inferno that Nylia, Goddess of Revenge, Seduction, Manipulation, and the Undead, made to hold him."

"We underestimated Kreios, however: somehow, he broke free from it. Once he did, he corrupted mortals, again. This time, he turned whoever he corrupted into the Chaos Beasts that are now in a part of the world even we deities fear to go. The Cataclysm had begun. Trelas, the former God of Madness and Music, was the first deity to die. Others who perished include the former God of War, Genocide, along with Ulmo, Malus Dou Makakhan, Miurcrost, Lyandra, Kylian, Braun, Korterra, and Forteea. They are all now the constellations you see in the night sky. Many mortals died, also, entire races wiped out by the Chaos Beasts. Fortunately, twelve Vitaiim survived. They are waiting for me, in Paradise, to have them return to this realm and resume their purpose as the Monks and Nuns who help mortals in need. Their memory of Paradise will be wiped clean, since only the dead who go up there can live there permenantly. I'd explain more of what happened, but I'd rather forget some moments of it. It was... terrible to witness, and I was not there for all of it."

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Acanthus


The Archmage smiled. "Ah yes," He said in response to Ahuv's reaction. "I call you a mortal because though you could live forever, you have not the power of a true god." He nodded when Ahuv spoke of the two new gods. "Very interesting indeed. A Divine Seed must have split itself during its birth. That is a very curious matter. I will look into it when I get the chance. I wonder if they are like mortals themselves, or are they in a whole new category of gods?"

Then a great storm whipped up and rain began to fall across the desert. Acanthus had felt the other gods appear, some quietly, some seemed to fall from the sky, but this one seemed to rend the sky with its birth. Then the storm ceased as quickly as it had started, the rain water was quickly absorbed by the thirsty sands. Acanthus watched as the air filled with electricity and the new god descended from the sky.

He bowed to him and Acanthus nodded in return. "Acanthus, first of our kind. I come before you as the newly formed God of War and Lord of Storms. I am Kalimdor Menethil, currently the youngest of your brothers."

Acanthus felt much that was different from Genocide but also much that was similar in that name. The aspect of storms gave the new god a sense of mystery about him. Acanthus recalled his last meeting with a god of war and prepared himself inwardly for any outbursts. He would not make the same mistake twice.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Kalimdor," Acanthus said. "I have been alive for a very long time. What is it like, experiencing the Middle Realm so soon after your birth? I hope it does not make you want to destroy it, like it did the last god of war."


The Crystal Heart

She felt it. The malice that came from that mortal, the Gorgon. Jute could not let it get out. But the crystal only held a small bit of power. It held the power of greed. She then had an idea. The Crystal began sending out a signal to the Gorgon. She would let it come to her. She would let it pick up the crystal. The Crystal would be something that the Gorgon needed, something that it couldn't live without. The Crystal would fill the Gorgon with greed.

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Kalimdor took Acanthus' greeting as leave to rise and did so. Standing to his full height he glanced, ever so briefly at the odd crane that had been speaking to the old one moments prior. "Odd." He thought to himself yet dismissed it in turn as he replied to elder God.

"I care not for the destruction of the world Acanthus. I know little of who came before me or if he even was the true master of War for the one holds claim over the power of warfare should know that wonton destruction is not the path. War does not choose sides. War is neither evil or good, neither cruel nor benevolent. It should remain unbiased as shall I. Like the storms at my command I will not turn the power of war on one faction or another without due cause. War must remain neutral. I am well aware of the death caused by my essence of War and swear to you Old One, it shall not be used for ill purpose. No war shall ravage this realm for any other reasons than the natural motives of the players involved. No storm shall rip the land asunder less it should be so naturally or should my wrath be incurred. On this you have my word."

Kalimdor gave a respectful nod to Acanthus confirming the words he'd spoken. He'd keep to his word. He would not be a savage beast, an uncontrollable force. The chaos of war and the ravages of the storms would flow through him to wreak its destruction upon Middle realm but only as a wild fire purges a forest. It shall not destroy all yet from what was reduced to cinder a stronger form of life shall arise. This was the creed of the God of War, this was his purpose. May the Gods protect any who thought to hamper that cause.

It was then that either a friend or foe appeared beside Kalimdor, after a quick bow to Acanthus Kalimdor was greeted by the Elder God that helped bring about the end of Kalimdor's predecessor.

"Greetings there my kin."

Mathias said. His tone was authoritative as was his nature yet not challenging. Kalimdor turned to face him and the two Gods spent a few tense seconds sizing each other up. The God of War and the God of Justice. In times past they were enemies, the future would show if the future would repeat the past.

"Greetings Justice bringer. It was by your strength of arm that the one called Genocide met his greatest adversary. You are a great warrior indeed. To see you march on the battlefield will be something I look forward to seeing someday."

Kalimdor said doing his brother honor in his words. Kalimdor respected the warrior in Mathias but had trouble understanding how one so skilled in combat could just as easily abscond from war in order to achieve peaceful ends to his endeavors. Kalimdor merely attributed it to his purpose. The purpose of justice was not combat, combat was a by product of it to his understanding. While in war combat was a necessity and such was the difference between the two brothers.

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Acanthus

The wise god smiled. "A party then? Our little brother Torsc-" Here he looked at Ahuv for confirmation. "-the half-god is creating some mortals?" He thought to himself for a second and grinned. "I'd be happy to join you. Here, I shall cast a portal spell to bring us there." He then took his staff, which shrunk to the size of a small stick. He drew a rune into the air and it rippled and crackled with magical energy. The rune pulled into itself and the portal opened, showing a large cavern. Cold air flowed from the portal giving an odd feeling in the heat of the desert. "If you will. Gentlemen?"


The Crystal Heart

With the Gorgon dead, she sucked the remains into herself adding to her own essence. the Crystal felt Nylia searching for her. She sent out a quick pulse but hid most of the godlike energy she possessed. Once again the crystal would just feel like a powerful artifact and nothing more.

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Acanthus laughed and closed his own portal. "That's fine my friend. We shall use your technological device." He looked closer at the portal made by Mathias "So this is technology eh? It's not all that different from magic is it? I will have to have a long discussion with Torsc. My new hall will have to wait for longer than I thought." He mused to himself. He looked at the blue crane. "Goodbye my friend, I hope to have another conversation with you soon. Say hello to Adarani for me. Oh! and give her this." He waved his hand and conjured a tongue of blue flame that had a stem like a rose. "From her father," he said with a smile. "It can give her any three things she desires as long as i could make it myself."

He nodded when Mathias said that they'd have to go first and stepped through the portal with the new war god, and into an underground fortress. He was amazed by all of the metal work. He looked around with the excitement of a child who just received a new toy. Then he saw the half-god. At first he thought that the god was just a head, but then he saw that the god was encased in metal with a glowing furnace inside of his chest.

"Hello Torsc, "Acanthus said with a nod of his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Acanthus."

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Hanriot looked around at his creation... him a god? Hanriot smiled weakly, what else could he be after all?

"Adventure, Games and their rewards, hmm that does sound appropriate in my case i guess since i was the blade of a long line of adventures after all"

Hanriot accepted the tea and discovered the sense he found the most stunning; taste.
He drank the hot liquid slowly adapting to the taste, Adarani began to talk about the disaster that had occurred; an event called the cataclysm.

It seemed like any war Hanriot had seen only this war was fought by the god's themselves and the very future of creation was at stake. He nodded slowly accepting what was being said to him, Hanriot wondered what he could do; he wanted to see this village and its surrounding area flourish once again and... maybe once again be famous for its adventurers across all of creation?

Hanriot greedily drained the last drops of the tea by the time Adarani finished her story, Hanriot dazzled momentarily by the epic battle nodded and turned to warm himself by the fire and think of what the goddess had told him.

As he stood near the newly restored fireplace Hanriot noticed a pipe along with it a pouch of smoking powder... obviously as he thought of home the pipe was one of the things that made home to him. Hanriot picked up the pipe and clumsily prepared it for use, he had a lot to learn that was certain however as the saying went "learning can only come from experience"

Hanriot turned and faced Adarani puffing slightly on the pipe, Master's husband used to smoke despite Master's annoyance with the "bad" habit.
Hanriot enjoyed it though, It brought him ease, comfort and the memory of better days.

"So what happens now? from what I understand there aren't that many god's left... but seeing that I am here it makes sense that other new gods may have been born as a result of this struggle"

Hanriot paused, hmm the map which used to hang above the fire place was missing... maybe since the world it represented was long gone? Hanriot would have to write a new one among other things.

"I guess rebuilding this world is the first priority... I think I shall rebuild this village so i may explore my ability's but I would like to meet the other gods, where may i meet them?"

Hanriot still sad about the great change could not help hist growing excitement, this entire area was his to claim! Hanriot would rebuild much however even Master's people where far from brilliant, some things had to be changed from the bottom up. As he gazed at the rising sun Hanriot's gaze drifted to the hills and valley; adventure and exploration awaited!