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Jute

The goddess of Deception, Greed, Malice, Snakes, Battle, and Foresight

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

Description

God Name: Jute

Titles: The Deceiver, Mistress of Hate, Lord of All, The Leech, Queen of The Gods

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil

God Appearance: Jute, being the Lord of Lies and Deception, tends to take many different forms. She prefers the forms of children and young women because they can seem so innocent and she uses their charm to take advantage of other immortals. After becoming obsessed with snakes during the Cataclysm she chose a young woman as her preferred form.

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In her true form Jute is truly a sight to behold. She stands on cloven hooves, garbed only in golden and platinum jewelry. A single horn sprouts from the top of her completely bare head. She has long, tapered ears and extremely beautiful features. Her skin has a purplish sheen to it and a long spiked tail curls itself over her shoulder. Snake tattoos spiral around her arms and down her back through her tail and she two very sharp and long fangs dripping with poison. She typically has Black wings with spiked ridges.Especially vain, she often adorns herself with a crown to show that she intends to rule all. This is Jute's most powerful form. The one she intends to take when she finally takes over the world.
Jute has split herself into 4 different forms. She maintains all of these at once by splitting her domains and consciousness into four separate but connected entities powered by her own divinity and that stolen from the slain Ulmo, Korterra, and Kalimdor.


1. Crysalis The Wielder of The Emerald Blade. In this form she takes her preferred form and adds an emerald colored blade shaped like a Falchion. This sword was originally Genocide’s blade in the War March. Of course, it was always Jute in disguise. Any god with as many enemies as Jute has, needs to have escape routes open. The sword wielder takes a passive aggressive stance when it comes to interactions with gods. Typically it tries to passively make them more aggressive. It spreads malice in the hopes that it can incite battle between other gods. It is also the only part of her that is actively involved within the daily activities of mortals. Crysalis controls both Malice and Conflict, her sword looks like this:

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2. The Crystal Heart. Jute’s cold, diamond heart is the embodiment of greed. It can break mortals’ will with a simple mental tug and it gradually wheedles away at other immortals. Just like the sword, this item is actually part of Jute and seeks to incite battle and remove obstacles out of Jute’s way. The Crystal is with Nylia and is actively using her as one of Jute's lieutenants.

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3. Laska. The embodiment of deception, Laska is a small, unassuming goddess with white feathery wings and a constant expression of innocence. She pretends to hold claim over the portfolios of Innocence, Purity, and Peace. Laska is Jute’s spy among the gods of good. She is generally shy, quiet, and cute. Even those with the power to see through to the very heart of other gods could only see the façade that Laska portrays. No god can pierce this deception, for Jute has put all that she has into it. Laska is an active sleeper agent and has successfully infiltrated into the circle of good gods.

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4. The Serpent. Shifting constantly between all of the different kinds of snakes, this creature is hard to pin down. The Serpent is the embodiment of Jute’s will. With control over all snakes it may seem as if this is the weakest of all Jute’s different forms. However, this is also one of her most cunning, deceptive, malicious, and greedy. She gained this power and portfolio after mixing the stolen portfolios of fear and the sea from Ulmo and Korterra. When all else fails, the serpent will succeed. The serpent is hidden with Othuma and actively using him as one of Jute's lieutenants.

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God’s Domain: She rules over snakes, those with malice or greed in their hearts, and all liars. She is the starter and lover of conflicts.

God's territory: She believes that the entirety of the three realms belongs to her. She is still trying to figure out how to take control of Paradise.

Portfolios Governed: Deception, Malice, Greed, Snakes, Battle, and Foresight

Symbol(s): A black serpent wearing a golden crown with crossed swords behind it. A ruby rod.

Personality: Jute craves power. She wants to take everything for herself. She loves to lie and she loves to hurt and destroy. She hates anything and anyone that is not herself. Jute is conniving and mischievous.

Opinion of mortals: She despises the creations of others but longs to control them. Any mortal that follows her or she seems to show favor towards are simply tools for her. She loves to hear the screams of mortals when she tortures them.

Opinion of other immortals: She hates them with all of her being. She wants nothing more than to trample them all beneath her hooves and make them all grovel and beg before her. She plans to one day be ruler of them all.

So begins...

Jute's Story

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Acanthus' blast had been a powerful one indeed. It had been set to force away all the things that were dangerous to the group. Jute had landed far to the west of the mountain. The dome had nearly knocked her unconscious but she had forced herself to remain awake through the pain. The wizard would die for that. She wiped herself off and turned back towards the mountains. She turned back into Laska, using all of the power of her Deception to hide her true nature. She grew white feathered wings and began flying back to the great mountain in the center of the world.


The Sword


The great sword of Genocide had been flung very far after he died. After the chaos had been pushed back it remained. It was now stuck on the edge of a volcano. It changed form, losing its more evil look and starting to glow with a beautiful green luminescence. The blade glossed over with the new green sheen and the hand guard grew so that it connected to the hilt. The sword began sending out a steady audible beat, waiting for just the perfect champion of light to come by.


The Crystal


The Crystal let its power signature pulsate harder. It wanted to be found as well. It was in the Inferno and so it had grown in power, gathering the energies of the condemned. It was now the size of an amulet, circular in shape, and clear like a diamond but black in color. It would seem to any who found it an artifact of great power but nothing more.

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The wizened wizard watched as the group decided to leave one by one. He looked at Adarani. "Keep them then. Let them grow and flourish. They will one day be the most valued of all fruits." He looked at Mathias. "They are many and I am weak. Go, all of you. Explore and continue to create. The All Father made us for that, did he not? But fear the borders, for I could not destroy the chaos, only push it away."


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Laska flew towards the Mountain. She could sense that most of the gods were still there. She released a bit of the 'pureness' of herself. She wanted them to know that she was on her way. She began thinking about all the things she might say to them. She wondered how they would react to her. She hoped well, she had saved their lives after all.

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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.


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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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Mother loved the way flying felt. The air rushing past her earth-tone skin. The wind caressing her nude form, lifting it higher and higher. Then she spotted her. Another creature like herself, feminine in form, but covered by cloths. The only other being she had even known about before now was her maker and helper, the whispering wind. She watched carefully as this girl approached. Mother could somehow tell that she was much older than she appeared, but she looked friendly and harmless enough.
"Hello. I'm Laska", the stranger said. Mother didn't speak. The constant wind rushing over her whispered into her ear. "It's okay. Tell her your name."
"Hello, Laska. I'm mother."
"Very good," the wind whispered to Mother and she smiled, pleased with herself.
Kazus examined Laska carefully, his winds sweeping over her and around her. He felt deeply that there was something hidden about her, but with very little idea what. Was she unspokenly good or unspeakably evil? Either way, he was certain that she was to commit deeds of great importance in the future and that he ought to keep his guard up.
Suddenly a wind began circling Laska. and a voice appeared beside her ear. "And I am Kazus, the whispering wind. Tell me, goddess, do you like my creation?"

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Acanthus

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."


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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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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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Acanthus

When Mathias came Acanthus nodded at him. "It is good to see you too Mathias." He watched as the two seemed to be squaring off, waiting for the other to make a move. But Kalimdor broke the tension by greeting and honoring Mathias. Acanthus smiled, "There is no trouble, however. I believe we have met a war god far different from Genocide. This brother seems to be more on the natural side of war instead of on the aggressive side."

He turned and looked at the Oasis and then deeper into the dessert. "Would either of you two like to help me make another hall? I had to use the last one to help power my creation spell."


The Crystal Heart

It called the Gorgon closer and closer. When the Gorgon picked it up, it laughed hysterically. The Gorgon thought it had won. it thought it had defeated her. No, Jute would win. In the end, she would rule all. And with that the Crystal shot a spike at the Gorgon. The spike was long and sharp. It would splinter and go to pierce the heart and head. Then it would disappear after it had struck its mark.

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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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The whisper spoke again- "She may if I will it." The wind once again reached out and swirled around Mother. Changing the topic somewhat hastily, the voice said "If you don't mind, could you tell me what has happened recently? This earth seems healed and whole, but sad. As though it's very recently seen loss and bitterness. I cannot know what I haven't seen, but can tell that this very ground far beneath has seen something of note." Although he knew more than he said, Kazus was interested in what the goddess would say about the struggle he was sure had occurred here. Not only was he interested in learning more about the event, but he very much wanted to discover more about her character by discovering what kind of role she played in all of it.

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The goddess cocked her head at the whispering wind. She nodded as if in agreement with what he was asking. Jute realized she would have to toe the line with this god. He was a god of secrets. He would know when they were being kept. So she told the truth, modified, but still the truth. "There was a war. The biggest war that ever existed. I didn't know exactly how it would pan out so I stayed behind. I love peace but it can't be had unless one side is completely in control. But by the end of the war the world was set to be destroyed. I couldn't let that happen, so I stepped in. I destroyed the god that had been terrorizing the world and then the god of Magic made a spell that pushed away the chaos and the beasts that had nearly destroyed the world. I went with the spell. It was necessary because I don't want the other gods to meet me just yet."

She smiled at the wind that gusted around her. "But, I did want to meet you. You are curious, and new."

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After she had finished speaking, the wind left Laska and once more lifted Mother. As Mother and the wind began to move away from her, Laska heard a whisper- "And it was very interesting to meet you." Mother turned her head and gave Laska one last smile before she was carried out of view.
Mother landed softly on the ground. The wind had ceased. All stood still as Kazus turned his conversation with Laska over in his mind. The phrase "I love peace but it can't be had unless one side is completely in control." stuck and echoed down the chambers of his thoughts. He didn't know what it meant, but there was much more in what she said than met the surface. His thoughts were disrupted by a quiet voice.
"Master?", Mother said quietly.
"I am here", he replied simply. She smiled, reassured. Kazus once more examined his creation. Surely she was beautiful and caring. But after a conversation about the war, he suddenly felt rather foolish for having made a creature so susceptible. He knew that he could guard her, but what about when she births the nation that he'd intended to create? No, he'd need another mortal who could protect Mother. And so, once again, his winds reached far and wide and collected fertile soil. But this time Kazus also collected harsher materials. Jagged rocks, rough stones, and thorns. He first assembled a creature that looked much like his original draft for mother had. Masculine and muscular in form, with the same soil-brown skin and white hair and wings as Mother. But there was more to be done. He created horns that started just above his brow, circling back then coming forward to a point beside each ear. He created a tail next, thick and muscular. It had heavy spikes on the end of it, so that if another mortal intended to strike his from behind, Kazus knew that with a flick of his tail, he could crush his foe's skull. Lastly, Kazus stretched the nails on his mortals hands and feet out into long razor sharp claws. Not only would these be useful weapons, thought Kazus, but this will also ensure that this creature will not be capable of mating with Mother. He will not father my nation, for that is not his purpose. The winds swept over this finished inanimate body, and he found it a suitable warrior capable of protecting his first creation. A fierce wind descended and entered the body's nostrils. He sat up and looked around. A whisper from the surrounding wind told him "Your name will be Uncle. Protect your sister." The moment Uncle laid eyes on mother, he understood who she was to him. He could feel the destructive potential that his body contained in it's very nature and could compare it to the gentleness he saw inherit in hers. Kazus noted a mountain in the distance that he had meant to visit for some time. "Go", he whispered to his creations, now comfortable allowing Mother to leave his sight. "Explore this world. I will find you again when I need you." They nodded and took to the skies, Uncle struggling to keep up with Mother.
Kazus swept towards the mountain.

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Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Kazus Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Torsc and Riomu Character Portrait: Hanriot Character Portrait: Kalimdor Menethil
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Acanthus

The Elder god nodded to all of the new arrivals but remained silent. Intent on seeing what technology could do, he sat completely still but alert, grasping his staff with both hands. He watched as each type of mortal exited from their separate containers. While the process did seem to lessen their individual values, in the end the mortals that had been made numbered in the thousands. Acanthus was astonished. Technology was interesting indeed. He stood and bowed to Torsc. Then he began clapping.

"Well done little brother!" He said, "Even with diminished power you have shown yourself more than capable with the Technology you control."

He turned to Adarani, "I met your bird, Ahuv. I do believe he has a present from me to you."


Jute

As quickly as he had come, he was gone. "Just like the wind." Laska said thoughtfully. Perhaps he suspected her, but he had said nothing accusing so she took her leave. This one was not to be trifled with. She turned away from the mountain and landed on the ground. She was getting nervous. The amount of gods that suspected her had escalated exponentially. She needed allies. She needed scapegoats and tools. She pulled her wings back into herself. Now just a small girl, she began to wander. She began to think and plan.


The Sword

It felt him. He had been born from a sword. He had been nearby but was far away now. It was no matter. The sword grew sharper and wiggled just a bit. It popped out of the ground that had been holding it, and rent a tear into the side of the volcano. The lava poured down, taking the sword with it. As the flow pushed its way downhill it flowed into a nearby town. The town was empty and the buildings burned with no one to stop them. At last the sword stopped moving, right outside of a well furnished and up-kept house. It was the only one of its kind in the village. The sword stuck itself into the quickly solidifying lava. It waited for the newly born god to come back home.


The Crystal

She pulsated again. Nylia, come to me. Take me, use me for yourself. I will help you find the girl. She wanted to be found and used. She would take out this threat without lifting a finger.

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Character Portrait: Elder God Cragin Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Torsc and Riomu Character Portrait: Hanriot Character Portrait: Kalimdor Menethil
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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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Amares

After the Catclysm the Amares had been quite shocked, their once peaceful, happy lives were turned chaotic quite abruptly. Now, after much of their population had died they were quite sparse. Many arguments began between the dwindled numbers, ranging through many things but mostly, the cause of the Cataclysm, what happened during it, and what they were supposed to do next. Soon, other arguments began questioning the validity of Gods. Many Amares hadn't seen a God, only the elders of their tribe able to tell them about the Gods. Eventually, after being nomadic for quite some time to learn more about their new surroundings and having many more offspring, the Amares had enough of arguing so they split up into two opposing sides. The first group of Amares called themselves the Beta Amares. They wanted to keep the ways of the Amares how they were before the Cataclysm, even going to far lengths as to greatly emphasize what they stood for. They believed and followed Gods and the most important things to them were simply survival, pleasure, and sexual intercourse. They went to the South side of the islands in the Blessed Isle. As for the other group, they dubbed themselves the Alpha Amares. They decided to stray away from the ways of the old Amares, most became Atheist and some became asexual, abandoning the Gods and the idea of having sex for pleasure, many would only have sex to continue having offspring. The most important things to them were survival, philosophy, art, and scholarly works. They decided to take the North side of the Blessed Isle mountains. The Amares were now divided, and tended to isolate themselves from each other, but their was still a fierce rivalry and possibly even hatred between the two groups.

Cyrenas

The brother and sister gracefully swam through the ocean, enjoying every second of life they had. There were many sea creatures for them to interact with, but it was quite obvious they were the dominant figures. They named themselves Dawn and Turlak. Dawn and Turlak did have many children, who soon had children as well. Dawn was beautiful and elegant, but quite deadly and used her beauty almost magically to make others do as she wished. On the other hand, Turlak was noble and refined, he had slight power for controlling water, like magic. They realized that these powers they had were within them due to them being the children of Gods. Though they weren't Gods, they were still blessed with very minimal godly power. Dawn soon became narcissistic, her ego grew exponentially. Soon, she began tricking the other sea creatures to coming to her so she could devour them. Eventually, she became greedy, she decided that she deserved to rule the sea. Turlak was surprised at his sisters ways, shocked really. Though he was a good person, he too had a slight ego, and so he banished his sister to the bottom depths of the sea, many of their children took his side, dubbing him their king, but a few joined Dawn in her hiding, plotting their revenge. Turlak and his followers changed the name of their species, to Merranos, just to greatly differentiate themselves from Dawn and her followers. Turlak hoped that soon, his mother Nylia would come to stop this madness, however, Dawn wanted revenge, and wished that her mother Nylia would assist her in achieving it...

Nylia

Nylia flew around the Inferno, searching for either Jute or Laska, the two of them were still quite suspicious, if she found Jute, quick action would be took and she would engage in combat, however, if she found Laska she would first have to determine if she truly was Jute, which would prove quite troublesome, seeing as the Jute girl was the Goddess of Deception. Nylia slightly wished to be free of the Inferno, to communicate with other Gods...but she had work to do, duties to fulfill, she couldn't just abandon them and make Cragin's efforts in the Middle Realm useless. After searching for a while she heard a voice "Nylia, come to me. Take me, use me for yourself. I will help you find the girl" Nylia swooped down to the artifact...it appeared to be a crystal amulet of sorts...the fact that it was in the Inferno did make it quite suspicious, seeing as the Inferno was a place of evil...but she did have to find the girl...but how would an artifact help a Goddess in achieving what they wished? Nylia was about to leave until she felt something...remorse filled her heart as she dropped to the ground.

"Cragin," Nylia whispered as tears poured down her eyes. She had always been able to maintain the image of a fearless, heartless warrior but now...now she couldn't stop her tears. He was dead...Jute Jute must have known that he was searching for her and had him killed...it's the only viable explanation that she could come up with at the moment. He seemed odd before he left the Inferno...if whatever that was killed him, then it was her fault for not noticing. If it was Jute that killed him, then it was her fault for sending him out to find her. She couldn't believe what happened, she just couldn't...she was entering a state of depression until she thought of something, "Wait...I control the Undead...I can save him, can't I?" Nylia asked herself, stuttering as tears poured onto the fire filled ground of the Inferno...but he was a God...it took so much out of her to save her two children...if she saved Cragin...she would die wouldn't she? But the amulet...the amulet could give her enough power to survive couldn't it? Nylia rose up and turned to the amulet, even if it didn't give her enough power she could still use it to find Jute and avenge the death of Ulmo, Braun, Kylian...all the Gods who died in the Cataclysm...and Cragin, she could get revenge for all of them and set things right. She wan't sure though...what if the amulet was dangerous...no...it wouldn't be able to directly kill her, even if it was made by Jute, it would need the full power of a God. Nylia grabbed it, feeling a surge of energy already, and she placed it around her neck. Once she was done she left the Underworld, knowing the barrier was still around it to keep it protected from people trying to enter without her clearance.

She entered the Middle Realm and began flying, hoping to find Cragin, she searched for any form of Godly energy she could, hoping to find his remains and any other God that might be with him. Eventually she found a group of Gods, including Mathias, Acanthus, Adarani, and some Gods she was pretty sure she didn't know. She couldn't see too clearly so she swiftly moved down to them, what was going on was quite horrifying, there was a God that she didn't know with tendrils wrapped around another God she didn't know, and then he...stuck one of his tendrils in the other Gods mouth to what appeared to be retrieving something. Nylia watched in the background as the God handed what seemed to be moist ashes to Mathias after throwing the carnivorous God into a hole. Nylia ran closer, over to Mathias. "What's going on?" She asked frantically, her usual calm and vindictive complexion no longer evident "Is...is that Cragin?" she asked him as she glanced at the ashes on the Gods tendril, a tear or two rolled down her cheek as she spoke, showing a whole other side to Nylia that not even she knew that she had...a vulnerable, quite defenseless side overrun by sadness at the event and not anger.

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Acanthus

The Old god was taken aback as Craigin's ashes were stolen. Mathias suddenly seemed to brake as he began throwing fireballs into the earth. Acanthus stepped back. Such rash actions...such full disdain for wisdom or even forethought...it was too much for him. He turned away from the struggle that was happening behind him. No matter what happened to his remains, Craigin was gone, and not even Paradise awaited him. Acanthus shed another tear before he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. A metallic messenger came through the brush. It began to speak but Acanthus stopped it. "You are much like my Prachians. Before they all perished in the Cataclysm." He sighed a little but shook it off. "But you have urgent news, I can tell. Tell me where I need to go."

The mechanical being did and Acanthus opened a portal. He stepped through, not very far from where he had been. There on the ground before him was a broken and unconscious god. Scratch that. This was a half-god. He bent down and spoke a few Words of healing before he gently lifted her. He opened another portal and stepped back into the realm of Torsc. He laid her down on the dais before the throne of Torsc. "I brought her as soon as I could. She is unconcious and hurt, but I will do what I can to help, if you wish."


The Crystal Heart

Nylia had picked her up in her desperation. The Crystal was overjoyed. Now that it hung like a pendant from around her neck, the Crystal began forming a bod with her. It used all of the powers of greed it possessed to gradually make Nylia want to keep it. I can help you gain all that you desire. You lust for revenge, I will help you get the power you need to attain it. With any luck, Nylia would never want to let the Crystal go.


The Emerald Sword

It felt him approaching. The god that would be its tool for malice. It slid itself easily from the ground as Hanriot pulled on it. Thank you for saving me. I am the Sword Crysalis. Wield me, and we will adventure to your heart's content. And who are you?


Jute

Laska, far away from any other god, laughed. Another one of her enemies had fallen. She grinned. The crystal and sword both were performing to the highest of their abilities. They both had found a god to control. She needed more allies and those two would be interesting indeed. Nylia was going to be tricky but Hanriot, he would be simple indeed. Now she needed to find an ally of her own.

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Hanriot grinned, the sword came out of the Earth easily. Hanriot took a moment to hold the blade in his hand before a thought came to his mind, the Sword was communicating with him.

I am the Sword Crysalis. Wield me, and we will adventure to your heart's content. And who are you?

Hanriot paused to wonder, and soon a number of questions came to his mind; Save from what? being stuck in the earth? how did it come to be there? since it was not there before it must have ether been created here or it had arrived somehow... ether way a God was involved. Who was Crysails? Did that name hold any significance beyond the sword?
The words "Wield me, and we will..." and all that where rather tedious,it all sounded like what you would expect in a cheap adventuring book full with cliches.
Hanriot wondered since when did he read books? ohh right Master's husband used to write novels about adventuring and tested them on Master... Hanriot had heard enough cliches lines to last all his immortal years!

Did the sword know he wanted adventure or was this again part of its tedious cliche'd routine? If the first option how was the Sword aware of his identity? Hadn't Adarani told him that only when one spoke his name to another god did the other god know what he was? if the second option how did the Sword come to know such Cliched lines? had it also had a master? that made no sense ether.
Hanriot gathered his thoughts... this was suspicious... but since when did he care about suspicious?! where would all the Famous adventurers be had they followed their suspicions? (In very different graves)

Hanriot shook off the lame caution which was keeping him back but decided that he would play the Sword's game and see what happened.

"My Name Is Hanriot, greatest in all of creation and God of Adventure, Games and Rewards! it seems I have you at a *slight* disadvantage... since it is I who may give you adventure until your hearts content and not Vice Versa"

Hanriot tossed the Sword in one hand and then grabbed it in the other, he then walked towards his house pausing only to make a new sign in the village square baring the words "To whomever it may concern be it known that a blade has been found by Lord Hanriot, If his excellency all highest Hanriot is prepared to return the blade to its previous owner however does not have as straightforward an answer"

Hanriot once again tossed the sword in the air before catching it again as he entered his house and sat down by the study.

He turned and gazed at the blade, wondering... He could not deny that he felt drawn to the blade; as if it had something he wanted.

"So my fine fellow, what is your heart's fancy? I remember the time i was a sword; all I ever wanted was to get into the thick of battle!"

Hanriot grabbed a bottle and poured him some wine, he would have to remember to make a vineyard... along with an entire race of people to make all that wine and the other stuff.

"I am thinking of making a new race to populate this village hmm but then again i also want to make a race of small pests who will spread all over creation to annoy everyone for centuries to come"

Hanriot grinned guessing the poor sword was hopelessly confused by now (as he intended) "I think I will create the pests first... hmm how about Rats as a name? I was also thinking about flying creatures which flap their wings about making a load of noise but i can't come up with a name for them at the moment. Oh well I guess its time to make that new race of people, I need someone to make my wine after all!" With that Hanriot opened a blank book and began to write; he was not as lame a god that he would actually announce himself to his creations! When they where born they would have an entire memory already made; one entirely invented by him!

Wait... since when did Hanriot learn to write? hmm must be being a god and all thought Hanriot.

At long last the adventure god went quite and the sword could speak...

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Crysalis

The god Hanriot was a different one indeed. She had guessed right when she though he was a god of adventure. But Games and Rewards? That might make this an interesting experiment. She let the god talk his head off, not really listening. Plans had to be made, devious schemes concocted. When he finally finished the sword spoke again.

Well, I got the formalities out of the way. Do you know I have to say that same spiel to every new person that wields me? It really gets tiresome. But you. A god! Now if that isn't something, I don't know what is. And Mortals, do I know a thing or two about them. I was wielded by a conqueror, he walked all of the world around just to find someone to fight. Oh but the feel of splitting flesh and bone with your blade. There's nothing quite like it. And rats eh? Why not make something that people will have to fight to start off their career...Like...Giant rats! Or something. I'm not one for creating. The sword stopped abruptly. Gods she hated talking, but if she wanted to use him, she'd have to make an ally out of him.

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Nylia

It seemed like Mathias hadn't heard her...maybe he was too deep in sorrow...the ashes he was holding...they had to be Cragin's...she could bring him back to life...couldn't she?...

"I don't pretend to know just what you're feeling Nylia, but I understand the need to mourn. But never forget what Cragin fought for, never forget the friend he was. Because he's only really died, once all you remember is that he's gone." Nylia jumped at the sound of a new voice, she was too busy contemplating to remember that there were other people around her. She turned to see a God dressed in black robes with long white hair. She was unsure of who he was...but she guessed that someone told him who she was while she was in the Inferno, as he apparently knew her name..."Um...thank you..." Nylia said to the man, for one of the first times she was at a loss for words, she didn't know who he was but she felt close to him, "What's your name?" Nylia asked, perhaps his name could give her some insight as to why.

Before Sairis could respond, Nylia heard another voice. Nylia felt the crystal pulsate warmly on her chest. I can help you gain all that you desire. You lust for revenge, I will help you get the power you need to attain it. Nylia was unsure...how did the crystal know that she wished for revenge? Did it know she was the Goddess of Revenge? If so, then how did it find out? Nylia rubbed her head in frustration...she was so tired after all of the work she was doing, all of this external pressure was bringing her to her limit..."Can you give me the power to revive Cragin from the dead without killing myself?" Nylia whispered to the crystal so Sairis couldn't hear. Nylia turned her head back up to the surroundings around her...so much was going on so quickly, it was hard to bear...

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Hanriot paused from his writing, he had already wrote quite a bit of history for his new creations... he still had not come up with a good name but he knew it would be something starting with D.

Hanriot wondered if the sword had even bothered to hear him but decided that considering he used to do it when other swords started talking to him about their career he could not really blame the sword.

Harniot nearly fell of his seat when the sword started talking about ITS OWN career! at least this one did not go on and on and on.... like some of the Silver blades did! Vampires! did they really expect Hanriot to take them seriously?

"You know conquering is not all there is to adventure, actually conquering should occur only every age or so because otherwise its just boring and repetitive. Don'y worry there will a few conqueror now and then when things get boring but most of them will be cultured people and not a bunch of savages"

Hanriot did not tell the entire truth to the blade ... the people he was planning would mainly live out their lives in whatever way they chose however Hanriot had to admit that if things really got boring he would unleash a few conquerors on them! But Hanriot was confident that these people would keep him happy and entertained while doing the same for themselves.

Hanriot was starting to get slightly annoyed with this sword, unlike this one Hanriot never took a life and he had no intention of doing so. Disarming an opponent or slashing him to submission was more then enough to win the day, killing just ruined the fun.

"Giant rats" Hanriot wondered... this sword really wanted to go bash something.

"hmm giant rats, no... that's not what i am looking for. You see Giant life threatening rats would cause fear and dread, what I want is a small little creature which can breed with speed, get into places and generally annoy people by stealing food and being a nuisance"

Hanriot wondered if other God's would be interested in such a creation... but the word giant returned to his mind.

"Thats it!" shouted Hanriot, "the answer to all this problem! Giant grapes! maybe i will make Grapes grow on trees to support the added weight"

Hanriot patted the sword, so it did have its uses after all.

"Thank you my dear, if all goes well we shall be clear from this horrible wine shortage in no time at all"

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The Crystal Heart

Nylia was already asking for more than she could chew. It was interesting how grief could power greed. She decided that she would try and help Nylia. Craigin was a god. He was not something that could be restored to life. The Divine seed that had created him had probably already dispersed. And bringing him back from the dead would not necessarily bring him back. Nylia was the god of the Undead. Jute wondered mischievously what an undead god would look like. Yes. I will try to help you. The Crystal gave her energy, as much as she needed, and disguised the fact that the power stemmed from her malice and greed.


Crysalis


A fucking pacifist! Of all the idiots she could have chosen to wield her, she'd chosen the one that wouldn't kill. The emerald blade sat still, silently fuming. Hanriot, god of adventuring indeed. But, patience...patience was a virtue. She would change this god. No matter how long it took. I am here when you need me then. When next he wielded her, she would give him a little dose of what malice feels like.

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Nylia

Yes. I will try to help you. Nylia felt a surge of power...she felt strong enough to revive Cragin, strong enough to do so many things! But then Sairis began speaking. He accused the Crystal Heart of being evil...Nylia assumed that it possibly was...but saving Cragin was more important...wasn't it? Nylia glanced around she had to decide, use an evil thing for good, or do nothing at all. Nylia was about to choose the first option until Sairis uttered on important sentence "What could hide the truth so well that no memories of it exist? What force could hide the past from me for any length of time?" Nylia gasped "Jute." Nylia sneered. She ripped the crystal off of her neck, grasping it in her hand...what was Jute's ulterior motive for giving her this power? The dirty rat was still hiding so there was nothing she cold do about it...she would have to play the player wouldn't she. "I...I think it isn't evil," Nylia stated, emphasizing that she was faking it with facial expressions that only Sairis could see. She needed time to think on how to do what she wished.

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The Crystal Heart

This was the moment of truth. If she wanted to continue to use Nylia, and keep her heart intact she needed to be very careful. The words she was about to say had to be carefully considered. She began focusing more of the greed energy that she had given to Nylia before. Nylia would want the crystal if it was the last thing she did. This god speaks of evil memories. He knows not the tortures that I had to endure in the Inferno. Kreios had stolen me from my hiding place in one of Acanthus' magic holdings. He tried to corrupt me and it gave me a consciousness. Then I was tortured. I try to keep my past hidden so that none might feel the pain I felt. The Crystal was then silent for a small while. Then it spoke again, though almost subdued in its speech. I want to help you in every way I can. I do not know this Jute. I only felt you searching near me so I thought you might rescue me from my confinement. It is because of you saving me from the endless torture that I felt that I should give every bit of my power to you. I will help you with whatever purpose you desire.

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This god speaks of evil memories. He knows not the tortures that I had to endure in the Inferno. Kreios had stolen me from my hiding place in one of Acanthus' magic holdings. He tried to corrupt me and it gave me a consciousness. Then I was tortured. I try to keep my past hidden so that none might feel the pain I felt. I want to help you in every way I can. I do not know this Jute. I only felt you searching near me so I thought you might rescue me from my confinement. It is because of you saving me from the endless torture that I felt that I should give every bit of my power to you. I will help you with whatever purpose you desire.


Nylia held the crystal in her hand...Kreios couldn't have had enough time to do as she said. How easy would it be to simply break the crystal right now? Her sharp fingernails tingled with the hope of being allowed to do so. But what if whatever evil energy stored inside the crystal was unleashed when she broke it? What if Jute just made another artifact and manipulated someone else?

Nylia's thoughts were disrupted by the rumbling of the Middle Realm. The ground trembled with the sheer destruction erupting from the ground. This was the work of a mighty God, Nylia knew that much. Instantly, worries of her people came to mind. Nylia took to the skies and looked around for her Amares. When she finally got to the island they were residing in she was quite shocked. On one side, the South side, her people were quite primitive, all roaming around nude and enacting in sexual intercourse with whatever person they crossed. Nylia was quite revolted by their acts, however she was still somewhat pleased that they were still worshiping the Gods. On the other side, the North side she saw marvelous architecture, art, and brilliant minds; however she noticed that barely any of them were worshiping her , or any God for that matter. Nylia was about to address her creations, but she hesitated, with the crystal heart in her hands...what if the evil power from it effected them? Nylia shook her head, this crystal heart was proving to be less helpful than she thought...but if she were to ever revive Cragin, she'd have to get it's power, and the ashes from Mathias...but first, something more important was Jute. "You said you would help me find Jute," Nylia said to the Crystal Heart, "If you wish to live for another day take me to her now," she finished. If the crystal didn't comply, it would be destroyed.

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Three was not enough. The Sword and the Crystal could no longer be her only resources for escape. Jute unlocked the power that she had stored after devouring Korterra. She took the energy into herself and split. Now Laska stood next to another little girl. The little girl was blonde and wore a black hooded jacket that had two snake-like tassels hanging from it. She was about the same height and age as Laska appeared to be. The girl in black was Jute, the girl in White was Laska. Jute looked at Laska. "Aren't you the cute one." She said with an evil grin. Laska simply curtsied. "I always wanted a playmate." Laska then nodded as if Jute had said something and turned and skipped away. Then Jute reached within herself and unlocked the energy she had stolen from Ulmo after destroying him. She tugged on one of the tassels and it turned into a living snake. It slithered down her arm and into the bushes. It began traveling north, towards the smell of evil yet untapped...


The Crystal

Five. The Crystal Heart, Crysalis: The Emerald Blade, Laska, Jute, and The Serpent. Her power, though grand, had been split and separated. It was enough to know that, because of the energy taken from the deceased, each had the power of a half-god. The Crystal vibrated. Yes, I can feel this god. It smells of the Inferno, like you and Kreios did. I will take you to Jute. The Crystal then began to pull in the direction of Jute. I hope that this act of faith is enough to make you stop thinking that I am evil. The connection between them was lessening. Nylia distrusted the Crystal. The Crystal tried to make her feel more greed. It incresed the amount of greed that Nylia should be feeling. Nylia needed to want the Crystal.

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"Hmm well the grapes are working alright but these leaves just look ridiculous!" Shouted Hanriot at no one in particular... however considering his brief gaze at the Sword it would seem Hanriot deemed the blade responsible.

Hanriot began a new design for the leaves of the tree, he had been writing with his finger so far using paper he created out of the trees but this was proving inadequate.
Hanriot's sucking his finger attempting to sooth it from its pains decided that in order to write properly he needed a tool.

Hanriot cursed he just could not think of anything, for the first time Hanriot was suffering from a blackout!
Hanriot was annoyed and thought of playing tricks on his newly created rats to amuse himself when an idea came to him... Why did the rats have to be primitive? why not make them clever chaps he could have conversations with?

Hanriot began to laugh, better yet he decided to create a group of six rats who would act as the Committee for all of Hanriot's problems. Hanriot however did not want to sit there 5 feet above the poor things and decided he would take his place as the seventh rat and pretend to be one of the Committee.

Hanriot wrote with his finger for the last time giving the Rats all the memories thoughts and history they would need to see themselves as such a Committee however Hanriot also gave them a spark of thought he called personality so they would be individuals instead of boring. Before long the Committee was assembled in a rat sized council room under Hanriot's house. Hanriot had even shrank the sword temporarily so he could take it down with him.

There was much squeaking in the room as the councilors took their place,the first meeting of the CDAC began
(Committee For The Development & Administration Of Creation)

Father Albert Winston; President of CDAC
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General Dennis Banger; Military Adviser and chairman of the WRU (Working Rats Union)
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Herr Fredric Nosher; Commissary for Land development
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Little Jim; Ambassador
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Lord Edward; Head Of Research and Design
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Baron Philip Banister ; Minister Of Resources
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Mr Bond; Chief of Intelligence and Security
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Sir Harry (Hanriot); CDAC Secretary and Minister of Information.
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Gentlemen please be seated, we have very little time and much to discuss. Sir Harry could you please bring us up to date on today's affairs? said the great Rat Winston known for his powerful voice.

Hanriot chuckled, this was indeed going to be funny!

hmhm As you all know we have all been entrusted with the development of Creation in the Name of Lord Hanriot god of these lands. Currently the most pressing subjects of discussion are; the development of a tool of writing, Proper and practical leaves for the Grape Tree's idea and New species... including how to deal with the Deveralls.

The room once again burst into mutterings but Winston once again brought silence to the room.

Thank you Sir Harry, I say we begin with the writing tool... you first Herr Nosher.

Nosher stood up to address the committee, he was a small rat and spoke slowly as if afraid he might say something out of place.

Well I have been looking into this matter and I am proud to say that I have I think the beginning of a solution. I have discovered a dye which when applied to paper solidifies, What I do not have is a way to apply the dye in its liquid form to the paper... sticks can work but they make a mess of things and are not even a short term solution.

Lord Edward do you have anything that might solve this problem?

Lord Edward stood to speak with speed as if he had been struggling to keep himself quite
Indeed I have Gentlemen! Indeed I have! I have by careful research invented an item which can solve not only this problem but also the Grape tree leaves crisis!

Edward enthusiastically passed the strange item around, a few moments passed before each one of the Rats saw what the wise rat had proposed.

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Winston was about to comment but he saw that Baron Banister wanted to speak and thus gave him the permission to do so.

I would first and foremost would like to Complain that Her Nosher had acted alone and did not ask for the permission to examine local resources which I remind you all are my responsibility!

Oh get over it Phillip , Her Nosher has the full right to investigate such resources.

Excuse me Lord Edward but I will not tolerate being talked to in this manner! and as Minister of resources I am the only authority over these matters!

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Go On Fredric Tell him!

Silence!, I demand order in this house! Shouted Winston bringing both Edward and Banister to complete Silence.

Now then, Phillip I agree with you that Herr Nosher should have sought permission from you on this matter as common courtesy however he has the full rights to examine local resources as Commissary for Land development. Fredric in future try to inform Baron Banister of your intentions when they involve his area of responsibility Ok?

Fredric and Phillip nodded and sat down, a few moments of silence passed by before Mr Bond; a sleek and muscled Rat spoke.

So how does this tool work Lord Edward? Could you please demonstrate?

Edward Nodded and rose to his feet, he walked to the center of the room baring the invention and a small glass of Ink. He wrote a few words on the paper using the items before turning to face the others.

As you can see the Dye or Ink as Herr Nosher named it on one of our meetings can form any word one could think of providing the item or feather as i have called it is not socked with too much of it or too little.

The feather I am using is currently in its wild form but I am researching ways to create a more suitable form for writing.
I would also like to point out that feathers which will be developed for use above the ground and among future races will be far larger then this one


Hanriot wondered what the smart little rat had on his mind

Excuse me lord Edward but you mentioned that this invention will also help solve the Grape tree leaves crisis, could you please explain?

Gladly, Well after I developed this feather i wondered how will these items grow naturally for future races to consume? and the thought struck me; on a tree!

You see if we create the Grapetrees with feathers on them it does not only give the grapetrees fashionable leaves but also gives the future races a readily available supply of writing tools and decorations!


Bravo!

Here here!

Well done!

Good Show!

Oh well I guess it does seem economical

This is absurd! do you honestly expect future races to be capable of using these items? how on Earth will they ever understand how to make use of them? the chance future creatures will understand this technology is as likely as them strapping these "features" on their arms in an attempt of flight!

Now there is an idea, I had not thought of that...flying

I didn't mean it seriously Lord Edward

I did

Come come now my friends let us not be too hasty, I propose we make a vote on this matter; Those who approve of both inventions and of the employment of feathers as leaves for the grapetree raise your hands now

All including Hanriot who thought these where cracking good ideas raised their right hands.

The measure is approved, I suggest we have a break now and gather again in sunset... this meeting is adjourned

With that the Rats dispersed, Hanriot still in his rat form remained grinning... he had not had so much fun in a while! he loved these committee meetings and could not wait for the next one.

"What did you think of that? wasn't it fun? Hanriot asked the sword which was still in its shrank form, Hanriot knew that the Sword would probably not bother answering.