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Kazus

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

Description

God Name: Kazus
Title: The Whispering Wind
Creed: "See much, Speak little."
Alignment: Neutral Neutral
Gender: Male
Portfolios Governed: Wind, Secrets, Prophecy
God Appearance:
Although he has a true voice and physical form, he prefers to appear as a breeze, delivering whispers when he needs to speak. He is the god of things unseen and unspoken, but not of omniscience. He will sometimes discover the truth without noticing it. Know it without understanding it.

Personality

Kazus doesn't care much for others or world events, only interfering when curious or bored. While his existence is young, his essence is quite old, dating all the way back to the creation of the middle realm itself. It can be seen that, despite being inexperienced, Kazus has the slow, calm pace of an elderly man.

History

The energy that has come to be Kazus was set in motion by the All Father during creation. It wasn't until the cataclysm, however that this potential was awakened. The energy produced by both sides of the war stirred the winds across the entire realm and Kazus came into consciousness as an after-effect.

So begins...

Kazus's Story

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Kazus suddenly came to realize his existence. He knew he was and knew he had been long before he even knew he was. He could sense that the energy that he consisted of had been stirring in the middle realm since the All Father created it, waiting to be realized. Anxious to be actualized.
He moved along the earth in the form of a gust of wind, beneath the tree tops, swirling around trunks and branches, splitting and recouping, howling and whistling. As the gust that was in essence him passed over the earth, picking up leaves and soil, Kazus could sense that this very ground had witnessed an event of great importance very recently.
Out of the wind came a whisper towards the earth, "What secrets do you hold?" He moved on, not expecting an answer. Then he saw the other rush up into the sky, wings flapping. Even at this distance, he could tell it was another god. Kazus blew skyward to meet him and pushed him upwards, being caught in his wings. As he passed the god's head, a whisper of curiosity escaped him. "Speak up," said the god. Kazus was a bit surprised that he'd been noticed, until the god muttered to himself "I guess I really am insane." Still, Kazus left his presence and watched from a distance. He saw as the god took stone and made creatures. Creation seemed wonderful to him and he contemplated making his own mortals as he watched the god fly away.

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After a long period of meditative thought, Kazus decided to make his first mortal. He found fertile clay and soil and rushed his wind upon it abrasively, molding it into a similar shape of the other god he had seen, a winged man. He gazed upon it, unsettled. Something was wrong. It didn't seem fitting to him that this should be his first creation. This seemed more like a body built for war and struggle. So he remolded it, hoping to make a creature that might be more adept at nurturing and protecting. Now, gazing at the winged, female figure that lie before him, he was satisfied. A great wind from the sky came down and filled her nostrils and she gasped. A strong wind came underneath of her and lifted her gently to her feet. "Your name will be Mother", a whisper from the wind said. Dark-skinned with snow-white hair and feathers, she was a creature of beauty from head to toe. At the sound of the whisper, she nodded gracefully. Not requiring clothing himself, he did not think to clothe his mortal either, but instead admired his handiwork as she wandered the earth nude, occasionally taking flight and allowing Kazus to fill her wings with wind.

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Acanthus

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

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


Jute

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

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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."


Jute


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

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

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

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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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Jute

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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Before it started, he knew and rushed to the scene. Hovering above the action, Kazus watched as one goddess plunged a sword into another's flesh at a distance. He could hear that the combatants had been talking about some "cataclysm"before the final blow. He realized that this must have been the struggle about which he'd questioned Laska. It seemed that these goddesses had been on opposing sides of that struggle. It didn't concern him what had happened during that struggle or during this fight. But he found himself curious as to which side Laska had been on.
Seeing this combat made Kazus glad he'd created Uncle to accompany Mother. Thinking about them, he once more longed for their company and sought them once more. He knew where they'd be.

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Mother and Uncle had explored a fair stretch of the land. But before long they grew weary of this travelling and flew back to where Kazus had made Uncle, hoping that he would return there soon. No sooner than they had arrived, a strong wind swept through and greeted them in whispers. Mother smiled to be reunited with her creator, while Uncle solemnly nodded in acknowledgement.
Suddenly the winds ceased. Kazus' attention snapped towards the north. There he saw a simple looking creature, a small rodent of some kind. Nearly as soon as he had noticed it, parts of it began to bulge and morph. The creature grew to abnormal proportions. It continued to grow and change biting another rodent which began to change as well. These creatures were swiftly crushed by a great boot, but some of their taint had already spread to the world around them.
Then he saw what looked like the sun, rising from the horizon. But as the sun was rising, fire began to catch along the ground. Green trees burst into flame as animals came running out of the forests kicking and screaming as the flesh was burned from their bones. Then the sun was gone, replaced quickly by the cold of winter. Three demons and a great beast with many arms and legs stood upon the world watching intently as mortal civilizations ran in fear. There were several men, standing impassively, watching both sides of the conflict. Five angels rose to fight the demons and the beast, but the beast caught all of them in its arms and devoured them. The Beast then turned and looked at the men.
Inexplicably, the landscape returned to as it had been before Kazus had seen the rodent.
"Master?", whispered Mother in a concerned. For a few seconds all stood still. Then a light breeze on her ear delivered the whisper, "Did you see that?" At the sound of her creator's voice, she relaxed a little. "See what?", she replied. Her question recieved no answer as Kazus was pensively recollecting the sensations of the last few moments. It clearly hadn't been something that was happening, and didn't seem to be something that had happened. Perhaps it is something that will happen.
The winds blew once more, this time a little icier than usual. "I need answers", a grim whisper said, barely loud enough for the mortals to hear. The wind once more lifted Uncle and Mother into the air and pushed them in the general direction that Kazus had seen the gods and goddesses earlier. All the while, they heard whispers in softer tones, clearly not directed towards them.

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After being carried by the wind for a long time, Mother and Uncle spotted a mountain in the distance. Although Mother usually sped in front of Uncle, this time Uncle flew out in front. Set on his face was a grim expression, accompanied by wary eyes, searching the horizon and the wooded scenery below for any threats. The long period of stillness followed by the immediate travel put him on edge. Kazus was acting strangely. Uncle could still hear him whispering to himself and couldn't help to wonder what could be this distressing to his creator. He glanced back at Mother. She looked perfectly serene flying behind him. Completely carefree. At times he grew envious that she, unlike himself, was given no job by their creator and could afford to be so relaxed. When he returned his eyes to his surroundings, they snapped instantly to a dark figure standing in the woods ahead of them. Putting out his arm to signify to Mother that she should do the same, he slowed down, eventually coming to a halt. The wind suddenly blew upwards to hold them in place instead of propelling them forwards and the whispering ceased. It was clear that Kazus had seen the figure as well. A breeze whispered into his ear "Go down to him and introduce yourself. I'll be with you."
It was clear to Kazus that this was another god. The black nature of his appearance intrigued him. Uncle flew down towards the being with Kazus following closely behind, but not pushing his creation. As he got closer, he could make out that the god was clad in armour and a cape with a set of green eyes glowing out through the helm. These eyes had turned towards them, showing clearly that he had noticed Uncle's descent.
Uncle landed softly a safe distance from the armoured figure. He looked it over and the very sight of this being made his tail stiffen and his body tense. Without meaning to, he tilted his head down slightly, further bearing his horns towards the god. He was prepared for whatever might happen. Hearing the rustling of the leaves in the wind behind him reminded him of his creators presence and task. "I am Uncle," he uttered plainly "brother to and protector of the whispering wind's first creation. May I ask your name?"

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AkhĂ´rahil - Middle Realm

Fortuitous timing. Just as AkhĂ´rahil was thinking that he had no true intention to meet the other gods yet, a being that was not of his creation decided to descend. The god crossed his arms over his torso briefly pondering on if this was merely coincidental or intentional. Not that it would truly make that much of a difference. Still, it was a bizarre creature, large... larger then himself with long horns, wings, and a rather strange barbed tail. It was almost as if its creator could not settle on one aspect so pieced it together from many.

It was amusing to see the way it lowered its head to him. Either it was a sign of respect, which he doubted, or he was lowering his horns at him as both a threat and peace of mind for itself. As it seemed to fear him, AkhĂ´rahil was fairly sure the thing knew he was a divine being, so the stance was most likely for the creatures own peace of mind. AkhĂ´rahil reached up and began to tap the bottom of his mask making a lout ra-ta-ka sound over and over again as the creature introduced itself. Uncle? Really? Brother to some other creation, yet uncle? He was fairly sure mortals used that word as a title... but in order to get that title, would the sister need children? So did that mean that this being that he represented have more creations roaming the world?

May he ask his name? How rude. Come introducing yourself, not the name of your god, yet wishing to know the name of another god. AkhĂ´rahil stopped his tapping and gave a shrug which attempted to imply, 'You may ask, but if I will answer is an entirely different matter.' Still it was probably very vague, and since the being gave him his lords title, he would do the same. Slowly AkhĂ´rahil knelt, the metal plates of his voidskin making no sound as he came closer to the beige sand. He dipped a finger into the sand and began to write in the language of the gods.

You may call me the Nameless Whisper. AkhĂ´rahil paused tapping the bottom portion of his mask once again with his pointer finger in thought, Or you may call me whatever you wish. It truly does not matter. Does this satiate your curiosity?

Moments later a gust of wind picked up to obscure the words as the desert kept its own secrets.

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Uncle watched the divine being kneel and begin drawing strange shapes in the sand. Although he couldn't understand the writing, he knew that its meaning wasn't for him. He felt the winds of his master move past him. "Tend to Mother", a whisper commanded as it passed. Uncle gratefully removed himself from the presence of the dark figure and flew back up to where his sister was still hovering.
Kazus read the writing quickly and wiped the makeshift slate clean with a soft breeze. He noted that this god hadn't included his name, following suit with Uncle's description of Kazus- all titles. As a stronger gust of wind, Kazus swept over the armour-clad being, examining every inch of him. "Kazus", he whispered into the god's ear. "I am the whispering wind and my name is Kazus." He spied the twin blades attached to the god's armour. He wondered if this deity had created mortals as well and if they were as war-like as he himself appeared to be.

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AkhĂ´rahil did not know for sure another had been hidden nearby, but he had doubted that a mortal would approach him willingly without prior motive, and it seems it had been a correct move on his part to write in the language of the gods as the wind spoke to him. Kazus. The second he heard it, he understood what the god ruled over and decided that it was not a threat. While they were both divine beings, and he did not doubt the gods ability to hurt him, he simply doubted this Kazus would attempt so.

AkhĂ´rahil tapped the bottom portion of his mask once more considering what to do. He could tell this god his name, and while it seemed there would be no negative repercussions, there always was, still.. It would be rude to not tell the other being. Still crouched down, he began to write again: AkhĂ´rahil. The words were written in the language of the gods and as he carved the name into the sand, the name began to glow for a few seconds before disappearing altogether, but he was sure the other god had enough time to read it.

Coming to a stand, AkhĂ´rahil gave a formal bow as way of greeting. He was not quite sure what this other god truly wanted, but it was of little matter now.

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Kazus read the second writing. AkhĂ´rahil. Blood, murder, and silence. Silence explained the writing instead of speaking. This intrigued him even further. Silence was an important part of the maintenance of secrets. Although he didn't feel that this other deity would be able to help or provide any additional information, he knew that anything he told him would likely remain secret until Kazus decided to share it with other gods. "Calamity to the north", he whispered. "I've seen it, but I don't know how. Or when. If you have mortals as I have, we must be watchful."

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AkhĂ´rahil tilted his head to both listen and think. Calamity to the north? Interesting. How far now was it? Did he mean the frozen wasteland? Where the desert ended?... He was not sure the direct meaning, but was also fairly certain that the god of secrets would not tell him everything, instead preferring to give bits of information which were better then none. Well, AkhĂ´rahil did have mortals, but they were in the farthest south one could be in this world, so he was not overly worried about what was brewing in the north. It was not on his doorstep quite yet. As long as it was not an immortal directly challenging his mortals, he would not intervene on their behalf. Doing so only weakened them. Mortals needed to learn to stand on their own, not for him to coddle. They would grow strong, or they would die. AkhĂ´rahil would mourn them, and then create a new race. A new legacy.

AkhĂ´rahil rubbed the bottom part of his mask in contemplation. It was strange, did he wish to go look himself? He might have to do that to uncover a clue as to what Kazus was talking about, and he had to admit; he felt the ting of excitement. What could be up there? Was it worth the search? Would he find slaughter and mayhem waiting? Dipping the tip of his finger in the sand he wrote:

I thank you for the information. You have been most helpful Kazus.

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AkhĂ´rahil's thanks suggested to Kazus that he wasn't interested in going with Kazus to learn more, so he didn't offer. Instead AkhĂ´rahil felt the winds that swept over him suddenly leave, with a trailing whisper that said "And you are welcome to it. We will meet again." Uncle and Mother once more flew across the sky, propelled by an unnatural wind.
As they flew onward, Kazus noticed that Mother was growing thin. Her bare body had begun to display the shapes of ribs and vertebrae. "Are you ill?", he whispered to Mother loudly enough for both of his creations to hear.
Mother thought on it for a moment and replied "I think I might be. I've been tired recently. And flying is getting harder."
"And you, Uncle? Have you been feeling anything out of place?"
He hesitated, but then admitted "I haven't been tired or weak but... there's been a rumbling coming from inside of my midriff. And my mouth gets moist when I see the woodland creatures beneath us. I think that my body wants me to... eat them."
At that moment, they spotted a deer. Uncle strained against his urges until he heard his creator whisper "Take and eat."
Uncle swooped down and grabbed the deer with his clawed hands, lifting it back up into the air with him. The deer jerked and struggled, making it hard for Uncle to fly so he broke its neck.
Mother looked away. She had known that her brother had been made to kill, but seeing him do it for the first time, even if it was a mere animal, upset her. Uncle had landed beneath her and began feeding. She glanced back at Uncle for a moment, but only for a moment when she saw him clawing out chunks of the deer's flesh with his bare hands, lifting it to his indiscriminately devouring mouth.
Kazus watched Uncle satisfy his hunger, also noting Mother's reaction to the sight. Clearly she couldn't eat the same foods as Uncle. Kazus quickly swept through the woods in search of other sustenance. His winds rustled through a thick brush and found the fruit there appealing.
"Here", the wind uttered loudly. "Here is food for you." Mother swooped down into the woods, following her creator's voice. As she passed, Uncle looked up. He had satisfied his hunger completely and was now curious as to what food Kazus had found for his sister. When he arrived at the bush, Mother was plucking berries from it. Suddenly she exclaimed and jumped back from the plant, nursing a small scratch from a thorn.
"Allow me to get those for you", said Uncle stepping forward. Mother turned her head away from him. He picked the fruits with ease, the thorns of the bush incapable of breaking his thicker skin. As he handed the products of his labour to his sister, she noticeably struggled to look him in his bloodstained face while thanking him. He didn't mind. He knew that Kazus had made him to protect, not appease, her. And in order to do that, he needed to be at full strength, regardless of what that involved.
"Now we know of hunger and food", said Kazus, breaking an awkward silence. "No longer hesitate to indulge when you begin to feel the need to eat." He then lifted them and continued towards the other gods once more.

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Adarani awoke from her meditation after a several moments. The process did not take super long. Once outside the Main Hall, she noticed the wind growing stronger than usual. it was not dangerous, yet it felt almost as if there was a sentience to it. Weird... I wonder who controls the wind, nowadays? She looked up, noticing two winged mortals above her head. They definitely are not Sacrirans. Are they even clothed?

Ahuv noticed the two arrivals, as well. "I shall greet them, mother."

With that, the Blue Crane flew up towards the winged people. He came within speaking distance before saying anything. "Greetings to you two. Welcome to New Sacrira. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. What brings you out this far west, today?"

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Hanryyt held Nala's hand when he heard her answer. "It's okay. Everything's going to be fine. Besides, Ruthtaika has been itching to meet people of other races and nationalities for a while, now."

Saulkavt shrugged at what he witnessed of the pair. Well, maybe I should wait on revealing that the flyer was a hoax meant to enable us to get our feathers back. Hanryyt seems attatched to Nala.

The stone path took the trio to the building where his sister worked. Hanryyt looked towards Nala, her hand still in his. "This is where Ruthtaika holds the office of Grand Abbot of Agriculture, the Central House of Farmers. Here is where all agricultural reports from across the nation are sent."

He was about to knock, but a female Vitaiim with a checkered wing pattern on her white and light blue wings, along with dark blonde hair, at shoulder length, and green eyes. Her uniform was not the one typical of Nuns; she was wearing one with a darker shade of green, with one gold sickle painted on each side of the silver Heart and Tulip. This was Ruthtaika. One look at the male Vitaiim, plus the female Amare, set her grinning gently.

"Welcome home, big brother. How was your trip?"

Hanryyt took a breath in thorugh his teeth prior to responding. "Eventful."

"Not too much trouble, I hope?"

"Not unless you count the Beta-Amare warriors encountered. They're alive, don't worry. Adarani took care of any wounds inflicted, afterwords." The male Vitaiim had no wish to describe what happened exactly. If he did, all of New Sacrira would panic at the idea of not being able to trust Nylia, anymore.

"Well, you're still in one piece, so that makes the good news double." Ruthtaika turned towards Nala. "Or, should I say triple? Who is this lovely woman? Is she a friend of yours you made during the journey?"

The older brother blushed a little while he held the back side of his neck with his left hand. "Well, technically, she and I are engaged. Long story. Her name is Nala."

"You two are engaged?" Ruthtaika's grin grew wider. "Well, this is unexpected news, but pleasant, nevertheless!" Glancing up and down, she posed the query, "And... unless I'm mistaken, she is an Amare? I remembering reading that Adarani healed one of the first of the race, at one time, when Nylia needed help with that."

Hanryyt nodded. "Yes, she's an Amare."

"Cool!"

The male Vitaiim whispered in Nala's ear, "Like I said, she is enthusiastic about meeting people from other cultures."

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Uncle flew out in front once again. In the distance he saw a blue, winged creature flying to meet them. Slowing down, he came to a halt a safe distance from the bird. The bird came slightly closer than Uncle had wanted, but not too close to appear to be a threat. As he'd just begun to wonder how it would taste, it greeted them and introduced itself as the blue crane of Adarani. Uncle gathered that Adarani was this bird's creator and cared for it more than most animals, giving it the power of speech. He suddenly became glad he hadn't eaten it.
Upon hearing the name Adarani, the wind picked up, turning the name and its meanings over. Love, healing, and fertility. Kazus cared little about the first two. But fertility was required if Mother was to birth a nation some day. He made up his mind that he would meet this goddess.
"I am Uncle and this is Mother, first creations of Kazus, the whispering wind." Then Uncle looked uncertain. "I believe we have come to this region because our master would like to discuss something with another immortal."
The wind swept through the space between it's creations and Adarani's. A clear voice came from the gust- "That is correct. I have questions and answers to be shared with your goddess, Ahuv. Is she available?"

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Ahuv turned his head diagonally as he heard the names of the winged visitors. He thought Mother and Uncle were odd names, yet he figured it best not to mention that. Hearing the deity's name, however, cause the power within it to flow within him, along with, through the link, Adarani. Kazus wass the god of prophecy, secrets, and the wind. This explained the wind's current sentience. That wind was Kazus.

Listening to the request, the Blue Crane nodded. "Yes, of course. She is below us, right now. She just finished her meditation in the Main Sacriran Hall of the Central Monastery that heads the Sacriran Order. Follow me."

Ahuv landed right next to Adarani, who petted his head while smiling in the general direction of the strong winds, assuming Kazus was inching closer. She waited until she sensed Kazus within speaking distance before nodding with, "Hello, Kazus. I am Adarani. Is there something you or your mortals need? I will help however I can."

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One of the Templarim, Moserta, heard an old man asking if anyone was there, nodding for her male counterpart, Mosertuf, to open the monastery gate. Once the large doors opened, both Templarim walked towards the man, Moserta saying, "You must have journeyed far from the mainland, sir. Not to worry, we will escort you in. You are safe with us."

Mosertuf gently placed a hand on the man's back as a way to both comfort him and guide him through the gate. "Is there any sort of ailment you have? I know you most certainly are fatigued due to all that travelling to these islands we call New Sacrira."

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AkhĂ´rahil - Middle Realm

Ominous, to be sure. As they were both immortals, it was undoubtedly so that they would again see each other. AkhĂ´rahil had been slightly curious as to what form Kazus had, and more importantly, if it could bleed. AkhĂ´rahil knew well enough that while they were called 'immortals' they could be killed, but if he had sliced into the wind, would Kazus have howled in agony? Or would it have caused the winds to fall silent. An interesting idea, but he felt little desire to kill something that may not bleed as half the enjoyment came from seeing their lifes blood flow out.

AkhĂ´rahil tapped the bottom portion of his mask, once more creating that ra-ta-ka sound that repeated with each drum of his fingertips. It was an interesting bit of information. He had little to do at the moment as he had already answered one prayer that had proven amusing, but it did not seem to be the answer the mortal wished to hear. To venture up north? Kazus had made it sound... almost dangerous. With that thought, AkhĂ´rahil made his decision; he would go and take a gander at what lie north. Annoyingly, Kazus had not been specific, and so he was not sure how far north it was.. But he would assume that he meant 'north' as in the most northern part of this realm.

AkhĂ´rahil lifted up his right hand, the dark metal gauntlet had red veins running along the surface, and if one looked close enough, they could see the red veins pulsing and running along the gauntlet. Reaching out, he stretched out his finger and touched the air which rippled as water. Slowly he pulled his finger down, and the air seemed to tear leaving a jagged red portal in the air.

AkhĂ´rahil pausing only once to take one last look at the rolling seas of beige that had been the desert, he stepped through the portal and entered a new land. One of seas of white.

Vedi'tum - Middle Realm - Ka'ra'shaam Theater

The Theater was considered by many Qeybians to be the soul of Vedi'tum for it was in this sacred place that the beauty and superiority of the Qeybian society played out. The colossal building had started small but had been continually built upon to make it the single greatest architectural achievement in Vedi'tum. Every wall had great mosaics spanning their surface, and it told the great history of the Qeybian society, each wall had a different point in their history from the earliest in recorded memory being the first thing someone entering would see.

But it was not this building that interested the Qeybians inside for at the moment there was a rendition of the mythic fable, "Of Justice and Love." An endearing tell of a young Qeybian woman who established the City-Guard and the Temple of Mathias openly defying the will of the, as he is depicted, 'dark' god AkhĂ´rahil. Many Qeybians doubted the story held even a kernel of truth, but it did not take away from the beauty of the story, the elegance of the actors as they seemed to glide across the floor with their dances, the tears that fell from many who were watching as the young woman was forced to face down her father and finally put him to the sword...

Auhr put her hands up to her face and let her fingers trail down it, saying to her partner that she was crying for the pain of the young heroin. It was an endearing tale that she had never seen before because her old life-partner did not like theater instead preferring the cold comfort of coin. He was nothing like Rash'adul who had stolen her heart with his passion for beauty and love of culture. She had never meant to hurt her life-partner Ra'kaan, but she couldn't remain miserable for centuries when happiness was so close.

Auhr brought two fingers horizontally across her mask in a smile as Rash'adul took her hand in his and for the first time in a long time, Auhr was happy.

Vedi'tum - Middle Realm - Temple of Nylia

A Qeybian man Ra'kaan was kneeling at the base of the great statue that was used to depict the Goddess Nylia, that of a well-formed Qeybian woman in a revealing and elegant robe with an intricate mask void of any nose or mouth additions for those additions were new having been made when the Qeybians made contact with other species. The statue was old, before Qeybians knew of other beings, and the mask was just as old and sacred. The mask was abyssal black save for the silver star at the forehead, and the numerous silver veins running through the mask; weaving a delicate pattern. The statue of Nylia had the masked goddess bending down offering an open hand for them to take, and in her other had was a dagger promising a harsh vengeance to all who had wronged them... or perhaps to stab whoever took the hand.

Ra'kaan had been betrayed by his life partner, Auhr. The Qeybian was from a.. finer style of life, even among the decadence of the Qeybian people. He was dressed in a long royal blue robe with golden cuffs and a great golden eye at the center of his chest. His mask was a deep blue with a small nose, thin lips. It was almost overly-decorated with the left side of the mask being nearly covered in small red gems without leaving room for his eye to see, and the other half having the hole for his right eye to see as well as great spiraling lines extending out from the eye made from silver that created a great spiral.

Ra'kaans chest was heaving, but no noise was in the temple save for the almost silent dripping of melted wax falling from the candles that adorned the mighty temple. He desperately clutched on the statues offering hand, and sent up his plea,

Cunning Nylia, I beg for you help. My love has betrayed me, forsaking all her vows and has taken up with my rival Rash'adul. I have been ousted from my house. I have lost everything... my children.. my home.. my family.. my wealth. Please, Nylia. I beg of you, strike down the harlot and her lover. Strike them down with righteous fire. Strike them down with the fury of holy vengeance.

The Qeybian held onto the offered hand for a few minutes before finally letting go and wallowing in self-pity. He had already prayed to the other great gods. He begged for the great god Mathias to serve the harlot justice. She had abandoned her oath, and had spat in the face of the law by hiring those thugs, those Sons of the Blood God to kill his supporters, his allies, and to ransack his trade ships. He could not prove it was her, but large sums of money had been disappearing from his holdings ever since they started, and he feared they were payments made to them, but the only ones who could get into his holdings were he and his wife.

Ra'kaan preyed to the Nameless whisper to smear the streets in both of their blood.. As if in answer, Ra'kaan had found a small dagger nestled by his foot which he could have sworn hadn't been there before, and seeing it as a sign, Ra'kaan had gone to Rash'aduls house, but at the gates his hand shook uncontrollably with the thought of what he was about to do, and in shame, he fled the grounds.. He dared not return to that temple for fear of the Blood God's wrath.

Now all he could do was sit and hope that either the Goddess of Vengeance or the God of Justice heard his plea and would take up his cause.

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The goddess's offer to help him in anyway she could seemed sincere. He sensed no secrets or ulterior motives involved in offering help, only good will.
As Uncle and Mother landed in front of Adarani and Ahuv, the wind whispered "Information. About what was before I was. I can see that something great and terrible happened that affected everything and everyone, but I cannot know what I have not seen."
The wind ceased for a moment. Then a breeze came, delivering an even softer, somber whisper directly next to the goddesses ear- "I can see in your eyes that you've seen more than enough. Will you tell me what you know?"

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The Crystal

Conflict, the newest of the Crystal's powers. It was small since most of it was inside Crysalis, but it was still present. Nylia would have to find out sooner or later. You think you destroyed most of me when you killed me. Nothing could be less true. I am all over the world. I am not just Jute. You are soon to be in the presence of myself once again, even while I remain by your side. I control powers you would not understand. But I am your ally. And I will still give you power as you need it.


Sithis

The snake watched from the odd vantage point it had taken as the tattoo on Othuma's shoulder. Othuma made himself a weapon. And Sithis felt the spike in power that had been felt when Othuma was born. They were headed to Adarani...Sithis prepared himself and hid his visage under Othuma's armor. Nylia might have an inkling that Sithis was on the way, but Adarani knew not and Othuma wouldn't know about the Crystal. But Kazus! He was there as well...The Crystal could recognize that aura anywhere. He had been the first new god that Laska had met. Secrets...How many did they all have? Such a wild card...


Crysalis

She chuckled, rather darkly. "My name?" She grinned turning back to the mortal. "I am to be worshiped as Queen of the gods. For that is what I am." She smiled sweetly at the mortal. "As for hunting down criminals...You could follow the pheromones found at the crime scenes...Or," she pressed her finger to the head of the Emperor. A wave of power radiated from her as she gave the Emperor the ability to speak with snakes. A small viper slithered through the open window. "You can ask Narssiss here. He," Here she gave the viper a small tap on the muzzle, giving it a mental connection to all of the snakes in the city, "Can give you whatever information you need within the city." She grinned and waited for a response from the Emperor.

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((Jade, have you forgotten about the Exorcim? The taking of souls from the Middle Realm will be noticed by them, no matter the amount. They can sense souls from long distance, plus they travel to many places. It's not metagaming. It's how I had them before you got the idea of Nylia taking souls for her war-mongering endeavors. To be fair, though, I'll have it so they do not know for sure who did it. I'd try not to destroy Sacriran souls, since Adarani would be aware of it.))

A team of Exorcim found a whole group of lost souls they were after. The sight of those spirits made them feel as if they shall finally accomplish something. Before they could proceed with healing and guiding those souls to their afterlives, however, they disappeared. This left the Exorcim in sudden shock when they could no longer sense those souls, or that of many elsewhere! All the effort they put into the search was for nothing!

How could this possibly happen? What could be the reason for this outrage? Whoever did it had to have immense power in necromancy. There was this uneasy feeling that Nylia was involved, yet they could not prove it, yet. Either way, the intents could not be anything beneficial to the Middle Realm.

The team of Exorcim flew back to New Sacrira to relay what they witnessed. The news disturbed the whole of the Order to the core. Disputes ran high, now, concerning whether Nylia could be trusted, anymore. One side suggested that the taking of those souls and robbing them of the chance of going to an afterlife had to have been Nylia's bidding, stating that nobody else was able to resurrect the dead. This faction of Sacrirans, called Delta Sacrirans, was not willing to trust Nylia due to the fact souls were taken from the Middle Realm when they were supposed to have made the journey to either Paradise or the Inferno. The other side, the Gamma Sacrirans, suggested that since Nylia has always been a great ally against evil forces, to their knowledge, there was no reason to think she would do wrong by taking those souls who disappeared.

And yet, the majority of Sacrirans took a more neutral route. Calling themselves Omega Sacrirans, they believe it is too early to tell whether Nylia had any involvement in the international incident or not. For them, patience was a virtue that would serve everyone well in determining what exactly went on.

Something had to be done to keep the peace, something to provide a way of releasing tension without inflicting harm on one another. Ruthtaika, herself an Omega Sacriran, suggested that such release of tension come in the form of bi-yearly athletic tournaments, called the Sacriran Games. In this way, the Order would not fall apart and split in three.

((Again, this is a process, going on while everyone is talking.))

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Adarani's smile faded at the mention of what happened before Kazus was born. She had no wish of being reminded of what happened. However, She did say she would help however she could, so she indulged him with her knowledge.

"Well, for starters, things were initially peaceful. The Goddess of Revenge, Nylia, was a lot calmer. The God of Justice, Mathias, did not have nearly as much on his mind as he does, now. Many of our kin were still alive. And then, Kreios had the Krul invade Sacrira, but not before trying to corrupt the Vitaiim, the only Sacriran race at the time. Mathias helped to keep the attack from destroying the Sacriran Order, before I arrived to undo the corruption. From there, the Vitaiim were able to stop the Krul invasion."

The Elder Goddess of Love went on to Explain the trial they held for Kreios' crimes against mortals and deities alike. Of particular interest for Kazus, no doubt, was after the trial. She went into detail what she witnessed of the Cataclysm before taking the surviving Vitaiim to Paradise with her for the duration of it.

"I even told Ahuv to fly away from the fighting until it stopped. Now that the Cataclysm is over, Ahuv is here with me. The whole event was scary. It is hard to imagine how everyone alive today survived."
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Hanryyt smiled as Nala walked on back to the living room. She had forgiven him, and that was enough. Just then, the tea was ready. He poured it into three cups, one for each. He walked on over with a tray of the cups, handing Nala one, then one for Saulkavt. Hanryyt sat down while holding the remaining cup.

The Vitaiim man glanced over at Nala with a small grin. "As a tea, Vitalita speeds up the healing process and enhances the immune system."

Saulkavt chimed in with, "It also has a taste comparable to green tea with citrus flavoring. Quite satisfying."