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Elder God Cragin

Elder God of Wilderness, Change, and Natural Disasters

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

Description

God Name: Cragin
Creed:"He is in the will of the forests, the sound of the trees in all peace, the dark of day and bright of a night, with a moon present. He is in the seasons as they change from the coldest to warmest days. Framing sunsets and characterizing a blood lust to which defense is the only thing that means anything. And if it's said he is but Silent, one clearly has not realized the extent of what it is that is around them. "-Ossi Poet; De'Lenir Fre
Title: The Hooded One. The Silenced. Elder God.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Portfolios Governed: Change, transformation. Wild, the wilderness. Natural Disasters.

God Appearance:
Cragin in his true form-

6'5", 250ibs.
Constructed of clothe, bark like metals it would seem and skulls and souls of the corrupted that were wiped from the planet, before. Humanoid, standing on two legs, radiating with an pale green essence like nothing else of the realms. Not light of Paradise nor flames of the Inferno.

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Ossis- When he appears before mortals he's always a hooded man of beautiful features if not shaded, often an observer in a crowd. Always poor and homeless. The chance that his followers may be asked of him. Often leads them to be merciful and kind to one another. Something he rewards greatly for. His appearance always reflects his very nature, handsome and yet, withdrawn, inhuman and strong, agile.

In his base form, he's always a handsome man with ashen black and shaggy hair, and fluorescent green or grey eyes, unreal and glowing. Boyish charm and a lean muscled body of moderate mortal height. Though always appearing hooded. He's a man of boyish antics and a wicked grin, playful with mortals and often considered something of adoration to the mortal women he appears to. He values his morals and determination and willpower shine bright in the fluorescence of his eyes. The way he holds himself high allows it to be known there is a facade that can easily be abandoned.

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Cragin seems to be a God of shaded nature, he has a great many forms, often related or imitating the creatures or beings he creates.

Personality: Cragin is a God of wicked nature and cunning. Though he's nearly mad with thought process. Though he almost always experiences pain, even for his followers with a laugh. He's courageous and brave and considerably caring with the beings he takes pride in often meddling in their affairs and directing them in what they do. He appears to the finest of them, picking favorites. He is of a bewildered and open minded nature, allowing himself the luxury of watching and learning from the world before him. He's of few words, and a great deal of twisted thoughts, his protective and noble nature is an oddity in his free mind left from the goal set before him by the All Father. He's ultimately good.

His willpower and determination are unconquerable, his willingness to commit to the protection of his kin, his mortals or the very Realms is extraordinary. He would not admit defeat until dead, pulling a wrecked body to battle if the need arises. Meeting every feat with defiance.-

This was Cragin before. After the cataclysm the hurt he maintained after the death of his kin, and the mortals he held so dear to his heart he has become even more noticeably withdrawn. Afflicted in conversation with all and overall more skeptical. His mannerisms are more acute and his defining attributes are disdain and a cold silence to which was never the extent of it before. He still maintains a cunning and courage about him that could be deemed insurmountable, though it's a darker shade of the same defiance and willpower. His stoic charm is now empty and void of any backing. His mind is ever heavier, and his bearing overwhelming. Though similarly he stills holds it with his head held high.

Still his protective and noble outlook on his kin and mortals exposes a sensitive nerve. He seems to have a very strong sense of honor and his presence demands respect of all those about him, as Genocide felt it necessary to challenge him before openly disrespecting him. His clash of calm and twisted anger are a sight to behold as his animistic nature is an intimidating aspect in combat.

He is a warrior God.

Opinion of Mortals: Cragin is a caring and loyal God. He experiences pain for those that worship him. He can often be seen observing them and just vying to know them well. He will often follow mortals of interest all their lives. Often blessing and granting favor to them. He is a forgiving God, merciful and prideful of those he holds domain over. Some may even go so far as to say he considers them equals.

He has a shaded weak point, despite his unwillingness to be tied to any one thing in particular, Adarani granted a blessing or rather a curse upon Cragin during the 2nd trial of Kreios. He was bound by love to a mortal Ossis, the last Ossis, the one he had to save, her name Love'lyn Joye. To him it's both quizzical and shunned, his foolish affection. Protective beyond contemplation, he loves her. And thusly has made her to be immortal.

God's Domain: The Silent Crest Nation
God's Territory: A cavernous Labyrinth in the mountain of the Waning Crescent

Symbol(s): The silvered hilt of a sword, the blade jutting from it broken, in the ball of the hilt a crescent moon of pale green.

Special thanks to Wake for the template.

History

Mortals;

Love'lyn Joye one divine mortal love of Cragin. Made immortal by him. (The last Ossis in existence)

Njin, first and foremost leader of Ossirix.(The ancient Nation of Cragin)

Maliki D'Nin, soul destined from Mathias' teachings, Maliki "The impressionable."

Mkin D'Jin, descendent of Maliki, caused the Civil War of Civilization. A brief string of skirmishes, as Mkin wished to conquer and assume control of all of Ossirix.

Fy'Equette "The Bloodied."- Powerful general under the shadow of the hordes of the Wretched.

Tri'huin Hri, last leader of the Ossirix nation and army.(The ancient Nation of Cragin)


Cragin's personal history;

He was a mindless guardian of the wilderness of the Middle Realm, with a divine seed manifesting within him unawakened until Acanthus brought light and thought to him. Then, thusly, he was made a God. It's believed by Cragin that the All Father created him to protect his wilderness, though this is unsure as Malus or the Dragon God believed himself to be there to carry out the All Father's bidding in destroying the realms.

Once out he immediately created guardians to aid him, the werewolves as they were called, elite warriors.

And then his labyrinth.

Soon though, it became apparent his brothers Kreios and Genocide were destroying his creations and imposing on the wilds. He confronted Kreios and with Kylian's help subdued him and presented him upon the mountain of Hléradr and his kin. Where to it was decided Kreios was to be banned to the Inferno. This ofcourse was interrupted by Genocide, and Cragin along with Acanthus and Ulmo after a failed attempt from Nylia sent them both into the Inferno.

And then he went to Malus, confronting the Dragon God and they left on words, alone.

He went on shortly after to make the Ossis, a race of beautiful mortals, wicked in nature and uncivilized, yet very militaristic.

He aided them for decades before Kreios made another failed attempt at divine chaos in an act of revenge. Cragin with Mathias' help subdued Kreios and he was brought to the court in Paradise, where he was tried guilty and sentenced once more to Nylia's prison, a vast pit which she constructed.

Soon after in the Cataclysm he joined the fight and in this his mortal race, the Ossis, his elites, the werewolves, all life he had created died in the massive collision with the chaos armies. In the cataclysm he overcame and conquered a claim to a new portfolio- Natural Disasters.

So begins...

Elder God Cragin'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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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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Riomu

Wandering, wandering, endless wandering. Though she had traveled far, she'd never arrived. Where she was meant to arrive, she did not know. All she knew is that her destination was yet further along upon the proverbial road. This was a road that stretched far, and accommodated all who held a destiny. Everyone had their own road to walk, and hers went far beyond what she could see. She enjoyed the sights along the way, but never stopped to stare. Not at the fields, not at the deserts, not at the mountains that held fire at their peaks. Not even to gaze upon the verdant forests in the valley below those infernal heights. As she walked within the woodlands, she could feel a presence. One whose significance was only known to the stolen memories of times long forgotten. It felt quite similar to her own being, free. It carried with it, however, a certain bestial savagery, a protean demeanor, and in its deepest recesses, a hint of loss. Her curiosity was piqued, and for the first time, she took pause in her journey. She sat down, waiting for whatever presence dominated these woods to show itself.

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Nylia

Nylia opened up a port to the Inferno, bringing Cragin down with her. Once there she turned to him, a serious expression still blatantly on her face. "Alright, I have high doubts and concerns of Laska, I don't believe she is who she claims to be. I believe she's truly a Goddess of Deception, Greed, Snakes, and Malice, a Goddess named Jute," Nylia stated. Letting that off her chest felt good and saying it out loud made her lack of trust for Laska firmer. "One of the inhabitants of the Inferno told me about her, I intend to find her and enact justice myself, the whole court system Mathias created may be decent, but it's still to new to work efficiently and sufficiently. So, I ask that you help me, try finding her in the Middle Realm, I'll try finding her in the Inferno, if you think you can trust someone to help us tell them, their help would be wonderful," Nylia finished. With that she hugged her brother and waited for his response, she had a lot of business to attend to after the Cataclysm, personal business. She thought she saw something slithering around, she felt as though she never saw it before. She decided after speaking to Cragin, she would consult the mortal before continuing her plans.

((Sorry if I'm making some form of a mistake in this post and everything, if so tell me. If there's anyone/thing in the inferno that I should be addressing please tell me. The slithering thing is a Gorgon. Um...that's pretty much it >-<))

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Cragin would respond awkwardly to the hug the hood shifting as if slightly alarmed, his mind obscured by the tantalizing feel of her body so close. As if his words weren't labored before now he nearly tripped over them several times before managing his speech. "I-- Uh, Nylia." A low growl would escape the hood, one of frustration before he collected his bearing, his mind fading to Love'lyn as if to free him of a natural pull he could not break. "I too, am skeptical." He would nod suddenly his voice coming from the hood with a nonchalant authority with the tone of a young man addressing something necessary. "How could one appear from the air and in a moment vanquish a God and his armies that not even the strongest of us together could fight-" He would pause and hesitate as the extended speech began to weigh heavy on his chest.

And he'd pull himself gently from her before continuing. "Our brother Braun could not defeat him with his might.." And though the sentence seemed unfinished he would resolve himself to leave it be. "I will hunt this Jute by the signature you proclaimed, in the Middle Realm." And with that a mortal face that brought sadness to him would appear from the depths of the hood as he gave her a crooked smile. The rest of his body following suit to fit a form he wished to procure, as it had been right before the confrontation of Kreios, this mortal bore the same handsome face though, noticeably the ghastly outline of the features of it's skull would be fragmented in parts, the leather armor torn and altered to a wicked manner, the form was noticeably altered in ways that were unbeknownst to Cragin. He looked on at Nylia and the pull in this form was thus harder and he regretted immediately the choice.

Following her gaze to the slithering creature about, he would raise an eyebrow looking at it. "If that's all, sister. I'll be going." His gaze would darken suddenly as he realized the work before him, the trials and tribulations.

He would trust her to her own affairs holding his hand to his chest, in a array of green light he would be gone, appearing in the dense, yet savagely heated forests of some land he didn't quite know. And immediately he felt the presence of something far more powerful than a mortal, but noticeably less powerful than that of his kin. He would look about the forest as if struggling with the idea of going to it, or first finding out the manner of this new world.

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Nightling
The tree creature spoke his blood allowed him to remember the speech “me hunter, you prey, die so that I may live.” He made a screech again and while a few of his creatures retreated, one breathed fire on the tree god. The two that had eaten the roots had started to glow; they collapsed and exploded because the god flesh was too powerful for them. Thirteen of them ran to hide in the hole, judging this beast was too much; he would eat a few of them later for their impudence. “we will meet again, I shall feast on you there will be more of my children, follow me in the hole I shall feast on you flesh and my children shall grow stronger.” he then screeched and he and his children ran into the hole.

Gorgon
As she slithered she saw two of the gods but as soon as she saw them, something started to pull at her mind. Her love for her father was equal to the pull that was leading her away from the god then she saw something flying in the sky, a white crow one of the two other servants of Kreios that had been alive during the final battle. Her brother was probably somewhere wormed into a new body, feeding on anything that got in his way. The sight of the crow gave her strength to yell one thing before the pull was too strong “the girl that killed father, she was here before father was king of this land” then she slithered with full speed towards the jewel.

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((Sorry that it's so much longer this time, I decided to cut out some dialogue from my new mortals and the Amares that will come later in my next post.))

Nylia

Nylia nodded...she didn't know what to expect from Cragin...it seemed as though he longed to have something...but was fighting against it. She noticed it after hugging him, after he gently comforted her, after he transformed, sometimes even after she only spoke. Was it her that was causing him all of this frustration? After he left Nylia's eyes drooped down as she was quite melancholy...something about her was causing Cragin to drift the two of them apart but what was it? Nylia shook her head, dismissing her thoughts, she had business to attend to.

“the girl that killed father, she was here before father was king of this land” Nylia turned around to hear the Gorgon, and after it said what it had to, it slithered away. Nylia eyed it oddly as it left, wondering what it could have been doing..."Father...king of this land...killed...by a girl..." Nylia thought, putting the pieces together...could that creature be a child of Kreios...and the girl that killed Kreios was Laska..."If Laska was in the Inferno before Kreios then maybe she was born before I was..." Nylia thought to herself. "But Jute was also here before Kreios," Nylia thought rubbing her temples, if anything the Gorgon made things a bit harder. Nylia decided she would stick to working on finding the location of Jute and/or Laska. She called upon her royal guards, beasts left by Kreios and Jute that she appointed as her elite. "I need you to locate Jute," she said seeing the fear in their eyes. "Don't fret, you don't need to confront her, just find her, escape, and tell me her location," she stated, calming them down a bit "I also need you to find a Goddess named Laska, who may very well be Jute as well," Nylia stated describing the Goddess she saw during the Cataclysm. After her guards moved out she went onto her next order of business...her children.

Nylia moved to a different location of the first level, where many unborn mortals were. Nylia searched for the two specific souls of her unborn children. Eventually, she found the two children...they were beautiful...she had to stop tears from coming, she was so happy to see them. When she grabbed them, something crazy happened. Black aura swirled around the two souls, red sparks surrounded them, statically, they changed form, becoming more tangible, until they were completely revived, mortal once again. Nylia was quite tired resting on her knees as she panted, reviving them took quite a lot out of her. She hugged her two children, they had her beauty and aspects of Ulmo's sealike qualities, while still holding dark features from her new undead powers. She would call them Cyrenas. "Go forth my children, propagate, and rule as you wish, I plan on seeing you again," Nylia stated letting her children into the Middle Realm, but before they did she warned them of Laska and Jute, telling them to tell her if they ever saw either of the Goddesses. After she told them, the two children left where they basked in the glory of the sea. Nylia then began searching for Jute and or Laska in the Inferno as well.

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#, as written by Deallo
After his conversation with Elder Aspestis, the young God had wandered off once more, taking in all the sights and sounds of the middle realm as grand as the sight of mountains and as little as the ridges and feel of various leaves. The ever so pristine sound of bells marked each step, swing and sway of the tendrils and the occasional splash marked another area full of radiant and alive colour, entertaining himself, but not as much as it did in his very first moments of life.

Wandering in to a dense and thick forest, a deep seated regret started to swell up somewhere inside the God for leaving Aspestis, though not the best of company was company. What if I never see anyone else again? What if Aspestis' the last person I'll ever see? Ridiculous thoughts of course but reality was ever so blurred for a newborn. In the end, Splendy would be bored, terrifying, just terrifying it was to be bored! Bad thoughts, poison, sweet poison for the mind was pushed away, forced back for blind hope as he wondered through the dense foliage.

Suddenly, like the soft tingling sensation of the sun of the sun warming up one's skin, he could feel it! The same prescience he felt when he discovered Aspestis, another soul, another God to entertain or to be entertained with! Such joy that coursed through the God, he skipped, and the bells behind rang with such glee they stained his path of the dreary drab forest of brown and green behind him with the colours of a rainbow. Even as he drew closer he can feel another prescience, albeit a weaker one, maybe it was half a person? Like asbestos, but just a pair of legs or perhaps a walking torso? Lewd thoughts coursed through his mind at the possibility and after falling flat on his face distracted by the thought if these pleasures and quickly got back up to skipping, he immediately forgot them. How desperately he wished to speak with someone!

In the distance, a flash of orange! A figure just as tall as Splendy stood and watched, and his skipping was reduced to a walk as he neared it, he himself suddenly quiet. The face was a clean ivory with its expression fixed, like Asbestis', and like Splendy's. For a moment, the young God turned to the bushes, where he could feel where the stronger prescience was. "Hello?" He called to the bushes, his voice sounded exactly like a child's, and not waiting for an answer, turned to the orange one, and stepped towards the half-God, bells ringing for a brief moment before silenced as he was mere inches from her face. The god could smell an sickly-sweet exotic scent from her but he himself was not as well traveled to determine what it was but it was a pleasant scent otherwise.

"Hi!" Splendy said, ever so delighted, he moved his tendrils behind him above his head in a swaying motion, left to right, right to left, the bells rang serenely with every sway.
"What's your name?" After his meeting with Asbestos, he just assumed that's what people say after meeting someone.

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Cragin would be overwhelmed suddenly, as if by an act of some unbelievably powerful unseen force, he would be taken aback, grabbing at his chest. His branch would appear, and the light would fade, and he'd fall forward in the foilage, lifeless.

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As Mathias watched the beings be created he couldn't help but feel both impressed and slightly disturbed. While it is a marvel of technological performance the way they are birthed...seemed so unnatural. Still such creative powers without the fullest extent of a god was truly praise worthy. As Mathias watched he could not the sudden joy of Acanthus. He was impressed as was he. And Acanthus was correct, with the technology he did have the powers of creation like a full god. Mathias decided to speak up.

"Yes, it truly is a spectacular feet you've managed to complete." "I have never seen anything of the like before!" Mathias spoke in amazement. Before he could speak to Adarani, his smile disappeared as a deafening force fell upon his heart. Mathias stepped back, and placed a hand on his chest he hunched over and suddenly yelled. Mathias then clutched his head, as if placing it in a vice began to shake. A fearful wide-eyed look came upon and suddenly he launched himself at Acanthus and placed a hand on his shoulder.

"ACANTHUS I NEED A PORTAL NOW!!!" Mathias shouted as he shook Acanthus some. He immediately let go and frantically looked about the atrium. "I need to get out of here now!" Mathias thought to himself and suddenly he ran off not waiting for Acanthus to respond. As he dashed in the subterranean world the golden aura of Justice enveloped him and Mathias disappeared. Mathias appeared in Paradise and he used his powers to search for the remnants of Cragin's energy. He quickly discovered it. Disappearing once again he reappeared in the forest and ran, searching for Cragin. He would find him.

Mathias was beside himself with both shock and denial. He stumbled closer to his body and when he was before him, he dropped to his knees. Mathias couldn't believe....Cragin's dead? Mathias just sat there on his knees, stilled...almost lifeless like the body before him. Mathias was shocked and he couldn't speak couldn't move, and couldn't think. Mathias looked at Cragin's body with a wide-eyed and confused look. "What happened and how did this happen!?" Mathias knew not the answer. For a while he just stayed there and watched his body hoping he would move, just once...say something...say he just hurt himself anything...anything at all...

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Acanthus

He felt it. Divine magic was sucked away from the forests and every wild place. The Wild itself began creeping slowly inwards as Craigin's power was no longer holdin it back as was his wont to do. Acanthus' heart dropped. Craigin had died. "ACANTHUS I NEED A PORTAL NOW!!!" Mathias shouted as he shook Acanthus some. Acanthus immediately shrunk his staff into a wand and created the portal. He turned to see Mathias running away and glowing golden. Acanthus turned and looked at the group. "I will be back."

He stepped through the portal to see Mathias weeping next to his dead brother. Craigin was already dematerializing. The body of his brother was quickly turning to ash that would disappear without a trace. Acanthus knew that Craigin's book was gone and that there was a new constellation in the sky. Adarani appeared and tried to help. But it was of no use. He knelt next to Mathias. He said nothing, knowing no word could help ease the pain. A single tear fell from his closed eyes, sorrow had come to him again. The Cataclysm was not so far behind them. It felt as if it continued still.

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Nightling was leading his men when he felt one of the other like him the apex life sniff out, he told the others to head to the monastery ruins ahead of him. He dug as fast as he could going to this dead beast before another could eat him. He got to the body but smelled other apex nearby so he dug a hole where the body would fall straight down. He dug it and the body fell down he quick unhinged his jaw carrying the ash away as fast as he could ignoring the sounds of pursuit down here in the darkness was his element and this body was his alone, his children could gorge themselves on mortal meat but this meat is what he lived for.

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Mathias did even react to Adarani when she appeared. He words just made Mathias sink to a depression...the lost of the one he called Brother...it was almost too much to bear. Cragin was one of the things he cared most in this world. All they have been through all they have done....he could never have felt more lost and alone than he did now. Mathias was on the verge of tears and when Acanthus came he knew he would cry the same. The combined sorrow of Adarani and Acanthus was almost enough to bring upon his tears until an unexpected even occurred.

A creature he had not seen before came up from underneath them and took a mouthful of Cragin's ashes. Stunned, Mathias could not act until the beast burrowed away. Furious Mathias lept from his sitting state and had such a look, it could burn right through steel. Mathias in anger unleashed a form of Magic he knew not he possessed. His fist glowed with righteous fire, like that Justice used during the Cataclysm, sorrow and fury clouded his mind and he sent a golden ball of flame down the hole. He had no way of knowing if he would hit anything, it was pretty much a crap shoot considering the complexity of the tunnels. Still Mathias had no reasoning in his mind and he kept shooting the righteous fireballs one after another down in the tunnels. Explosions could be felt underneath them, while it was just destroying the underground soil, it did nothing to stop whatever beast had stolen the ashes.

"GIVE THEM BACK!!" "GIVE THEM BACK, GIVE THEM BACK!!!" Mathias repeated as tears began to flow from his enraged eyes. He kept throwing the fireballs recklessly down the hole caring not if he even did hit the creature. His pent up emotions was giving away and the once sturdy and calm Mathias was now angered and his wrath was directed on the ground below. Unfortunately all it seemed to do was ensure the creature's escape with Cragin's ashes. "DAMN YOU!!" Mathias shouted at the ground as if blaming it for Cragin's death. He kept raining the fire down in the hole. Mathias didn't even noticed the tall being walking up and giving a shy hello.

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Mathias was taken aback from Adarani's and Ahuv's words. Mathias had absolutely no idea how to respond to such a thing. Love? What is love to him? It was a strange sensation, one that Mathias doesn't seem to mind. While words could not express what he was feeling he struggled to speak. "I...I-I am glad your well...," Mathias felt bashful as he paused, "...I thank you for...stopping me from doing anything more stupid....than what I have already done." Mathias spoke not sure of what else to say.

What does this mean to him? Mathias would need time to contemplate these matters, considering he just lost not only his brother but his most closest friend. Before more could be spoke a new figure stepped from the shadows and Mathias lept to his feet defensive of this new face. Mathias stared at the darkly clothed man as he presented him with the most coincidental boon. It was that of the creature that stole Cragin's ashes mere moments earlier. Mathias had no inkling of how he could have found him. Then it donned on Mathias, was he the one that made that rumbling? Mathias looked at the young man.

"Well this is an...interesting turn of events." Mathias spoke as he looked the beast. "Where you the one that made the ground rumble earlier?" Mathias asked the shadowy man. "I hope I did not harm you during my rage...you made the most agitated echo, I am truly sorry if this caused you any trouble..." Mathias spoke to him, unsure if this is the one he should be apologizing too. He knows the powers here are that of gods and most are new to him. Which could make him confuse as to who that power belonged too. Mathias had an inkling that the echo did not belong to the man before them but still doesn't hurt to be safe.

Mathias stared at the burrowing monster, earlier Mathias would have burned it's hide but now...he only wishes to have the ashes. "You beast!" "Release my brother's ashes and you may go." Mathias spoke to it. Mathias wasn't in the mood for giving sound judgement. He only cared about retrieving the ashes.

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Hanriot could not take it; the Shouting, what he saw with his eyes and most of all sensing the death of a God.

Hanriot gathered his thoughts and tried to make sense from these emotions but none where prepared for the ferocity of these events and the speed by which each followed the next.

Hanriot felt he could not "breath"... if that was the correct word to describe the feeling; as a sword he remembered breathing once when he was forged.
The great painful heat as his entire form was hammered anew followed by his first and then only breath as the blade cooled.

Hanriot didn't know why but the death of this mighty god made the very memory of his forging come alive... so many thoughts... so many feelings, he could not take them all at once!

Hanriot closed his eyes, grabbed hold of his ears and attempted to blind his sense however none of these efforts helped.

"home.. I want to go Home!" said Hanriot to himself as if willing himself back to the fireplace. Hanriot rose in the air, the distance from this place growing... as he left soil and matter behind him and rose to the sky.

Hanriot gazed to his feet, upon them lay boots he did not notice before. These boots had small wing like feathers gracefully placed on them as if a work of art however unlike an artistic curiosity Hanriot could feel these boots propelling him through the sky.

Hanriot began to smile, he was flying! the memory of pain was replaced with the memory of his breath; the feeling of cooling, and finding peace. Hanriot wondered, had he been born when forged as a sword? he assumed so for he had no memory beyond his forging.

Fire was his first thought and so Hanriot willed to return to fire; the fire place in his home. He flew gathering speeds beyond anything he had ever experienced however his journey was not over in a flash.

Hanriot began to explore the boundaries of his maneuverability in the sky as he neared the village when he began to feel a new presence near by... was this the stranger Adarani had spoken of? As he turned his sense to the stranger... a burning presence of fire burned itself into his mind and the memory of his forging once again returned to his thoughts.

Hanriot lost his balance and fell from the sky managing to land very roughly at the center of the village.

He dusted himself off and raised himself from the Earth... that was quite an experience and despite the soreness from hitting the earth with such force Hanriot decided he would try crashing again when he had the time.

Hanriot followed his sense until he saw the sword... he was right to feel the flames for it was clear that lava had accompanied the sword's forging. Hanriot felt great pain from flames however he also felt great comfort for in the flames he was born.

He approached the blade, at first Hanriot avoided touching it remembering Adarani's words however he had to touch it... really how could a God of Adventure ever practice caution? He laughed, the very thought was preposterous! even as a Blade Hanriot's policy was to dance around his foes using the Old Master's force to crush his foes and Young Master's speed to strike them where they where weak.

Caution was self doubt and self doubt was just silly, the adventurer should beware of traps but what better way was there to find the trap other then to trigger it?

Hanriot grinned to himself savoring this feeling of suspense before taking hold of the sword in an attempt to release it from the ground.

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The God of war watched the events unfold with silent interest. The death of the Wild Bearer, the God Cragin whom Kalimdor never met. The rage of Mathias and the growl of the earth itself. Then the healing power of Adarani took focus followed by the remorse of the Justice Bringer. Finally was the return of the odd blue crane and the sudden appearance of the shadowy figure who was totting the one who had offended Mathias so by stealing the ashes of his fallen elder brother. Kalimdor shouldered his hammer, as the realization that the Elder Gods not only could die entered his mind but that they were as prone to flights of emotion as the newer deities were. In a sense it brought the image of these elder gods off a pedestal of the unattainable and made them, at least in that moment, all seem as equals. A family like any other dealing with a loss of one of their own. Kalimdor Menethil had never met Cragin, never cared much for the wilds. That being said the loss of a God was always a somber event and the blasphemous theft of even a small part of the ashes of the deceased called for decisive punishment. Punishment Mathias would undoubtedly deal out in time. The outburst from Mathais while terrifying to some planted in Kalimdors mind the seed of inspiration. To have one so orderly, so righteous give way to savagery and blind berserker fury was impressive. The duality of it was powerful showcasing Mathais' power and might. That duality was to be admired and emulated and Torsc's little inventions had given Kalimdor an idea of how to do just that.

With a plan in mind Kalimdor took a step forward, nearing the odd thief, the figure wreathed in shadow and the still grieving paragon of Justice. Kalimdor's bright lightning infused gaze fell on the thief who was still laying in the dirt at Mathais' feet.

"I do not envy the penance my brother has in store for you young one. Yet take solace in the fact that I did not know this fallen elder better for then it would be I whom dealt your judgment and your pain would be legendary before I threw your soul at death's door."

Kalimdor's lightning glare held the thief in sight for a few tense moments before he raised them to Mathais.

"Your loss is felt by all of our kind brother. Come find me if you seek battle to busy thy mind from your sorrow."

Kalimdor gave Mathias a final nod of condolence before turning to leave but paused as his gaze fell upon the shadowy one. An interesting figure indeed yet not one that Kalimdor knew of. The War God and the God of Darkness locked stares for a moment before Kalimdor gave him too a nod and with that a bolt of lightning struck the ground where Kalimdor Menethil had been standing. In the next instant he was gone, off to lay claim to an area of Middle Realm and try his hand at the creation of his own mortal races or races.

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Nightling had not seen what had grabbed him, and he had been super surprised when he appeared by the hole again. He had thought he had got away when none of the fireball had hit him he had not been happy when it had awakened an apex predator that was above him in power. He quickly swallowed the ash, his eyes change to become wolf like but he spat a branch into his hand. “Dead feed living, weak feed living, that is the natural order of meat-eaters. You fire-tosser me powerful under earth, you awoke something not even me try to hunt there. Why cry over fallen predator more food for you to hunt, me die if me fight too many apex predators to fight” he held the stick in his hand and it started to glow he had consumed all the ash at once and was paying for it. “I unleash the power of the dead” slammed the stick in ground and a tree formed around him protecting him from the stick while leaving a patch of dirt for him to dig through, and wolves with mouths foaming with Lycanthrope came out of the trees and the trees grew twice their size. He quickly dug down at full battle mode ready to rip, tear, and die if he was dragged back.

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Mathias was all bet felt even more depressed by the beast's refusal to return the ashes. Even when the Darkness God spoke up he wasn't much inclined to speak to him. Still his offer...Mathias contemplated his words. Mathias thought hard about what should happen to the creature. Mathias wasn't at all entertained with the idea of more death at the moment. He's had his fill of the stuff. Mathias just wants the ashes back, perhaps he could ask him to find him again and this time...he will remove them himself. Mathias turned to speak his answer until the unexpected happen.

A god whose more imbalanced than The God of Madness appeared to stretch at inhuman lengths and sent a tendril down the hole. Mathias worried at the being's gesture, no matter how nice it was. He didn't want more people harmed because of him. Mathias spoke up, "Please stop!" "I don't need more of my kin harmed because of my actions!" Mathias spoke to Splendy, but the cartoonish being was lost in some fit of ecstasy. Apparently the being enjoyed the pain it was being suffered at the claws of the beast. Mathias worried more about the being's mental health than it's physical. What kind of school of thought believes pain is pleasurable? Such a creature disturbs Mathias greatly. Seeing Splendy retrieve Nightling though, gave Mathias hope. That was until he brutally shoved his tendril down it's throat.

The pied being was hurting the tunneling monster and Mathias did not like it. "Stop!" "Can't you see your hurting him!?" Mathias spoke outraged that the being enjoyed hurting him. Yet, Splendy showed no signs of stopping until he reclaimed the ashes. Splendy let him go once the mission was completed.

"Here you go." He said in an eerily childish voice again.

Splendy spoke to Mathias as it handed him the ashes of Cragin. Mathias despite his complaints was really grateful for what he had done. Mathias used his magic and a golden light enveloped the ashes. The ashes from Splendy's tendril drew the remaining ashes from the ground and the combined and soon, the golden light transformed into what would be called an urn. The urn was golden and inside it contained the ashes of Cragin. The urn floated into Mathias' arms. Mathias noticed Nylia appear and ask if that was Cragin. Mathias looked at her and then back at the urn. Mathias had the most sorry look anyone could see. Mathias said nothing to her he knew words didn't need to be spoken. His eyes said it all and they said I'm sorry. Mathias looked at the tall and more than a little disturbing being. While Splendy's appearance and his ambiguous intentions gave Mathias bad vibes, he was undoubtedly grateful. Mathias looked at the tendrils. Mathias felt guilty for Splendy being the victim of apparent assault. Mathias turned to Adarani.

"I know your weak but could you heal this being?" Mathias asked. "It will be my sign of thanks to it." Mathias then turned to Splendy. "I apologize for the pain I have caused you." Mathias spoke apologizing to Splendy. "Thank you." Mathias the said to Splendy as he turned and began to walk away with the urn. Before he left the company of the others he placed his hand on Sairis's shoulder and gave him a friendly pat. "I thank you too for all that you have done as well." Mathias will remember the kindness these new kin have shown him. "I will not soon forget what you and you have done." Mathias spoke as he pointed to Sairis and Splendy. "What all you have done today...I can not express my deep gratitude, you've done an honorable thing." Mathias spoke addressing all of the gods before him.

"If you all don't mind I'm going...I need to time...just need some time..." Mathias then turned from the group and began to walk away. The suddenly his body buckled down and Mathias dropped to his knees again, in exhaustion. Mathias let go of a pained gasp. Mathias nearly dropped the urn but managed to clutch on to it tightly. If anyone were to take it from his grasp, it would be out of his cold dead fingers. The constellation of Cragin, is nearing completion.

(((Crap! Ninja'd let me edit))

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Mérida

The goddess stopped for naught as she darted through the lands of the middle realm, her form barely visible as she became little more than colours in the air, the leaves and vines falling far behind. At last she reached a small clearing, and in the near distance could hear raised voices and cries for someone to not cause more harm in their name, and a faint jingling of bells. But something spoke to her, a presence that seemed to call out to her. Lightly floating around the area and homing in on a patch of slightly charred ground, she reached out to touch the soil and realised that she was still just the colours of the wind and rain. As her fingers almost brushed the blades of grass they began to form around her and shape themselves into her hand, leaves blowing from the tress to form her face as the colour billowing out behind her solidified into flowing hair. As her feet touched the ground vines spread from her and developed into her lower half, kneeling gently.

The imprint of Cragin's fall began to glow with a faint light of pale green as her eyes widened before dimming to centre into what had been the wild gods staff. She gingerly reached out to pick it up, the vines that formed her other hand growing from the weapon itself, and the bark forming along her arm before she held it close to her chest as her tears fell lightly onto the wood.

Her reprieve was broken by a gentle crackle as a single silvery green acorn fell from the stave onto the ground by her knees; which she picked up and held close to her lips, knowing what must be done to honour the elder god's passing as a sign that not all is lost. She stood carefully, holding the acorn close to her heart with her head bowed and the staff held tightly in her left hand.

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"My name?" "Oh...oh yes my name!" "Mathias!" he answered her. Mathias was racking his brain on how he could explain what clothing even is. It was easy with the Valeish but...he wasn't sure if a Goddess would take to clothing. While his mind was distracted he did catch a hint of what she said. She mentioned Cragin and while he thought it odd she felt anything, considering she must have been born after he died. Definitely caught his interest. Still keeping his eyelids shut Mathias spoke.

"You could say that." "You see that great spirit you speak off...was my brother, Cragin." A pained expression came upon Mathias when he spoke his name. "He passed....and....*sighs*....it was hard." Mathias sorrowfully spoke. Mathias kept thinking about Cragin. Why him? Why couldn't have been someone else? Cragin was a good man and a better god. It's...his loss, should be something the whole world should mourn. Still, not everyone had the kind of relationship he had. Cragin was always pensive and guarded from everyone, definitely not the most easiest person to get along with. All of these memories...it was just painful to relive. Mathias couldn't help but show a frown upon his face.

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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..."