Kazus's Story

With Adarani:
Mother watched intensely as the figure cloaked in luminescent silver warped, gradually growing taller. It took longer than she had expected, but the character that emerged from the light seemed well worth the wait. Staring at Ahuv, mouth slightly ajar, Mother drank in his image. He had relatively the same shape as she and her brother had, but his wings were still that beautiful shade of blue. Through the clothing, she could see that he was muscular, but not massively and threateningly so the way Uncle was. It was as she was watching the way his muscles moved beneath the blue cloth that the Blue Monk turned towards her.
"Well, 'Mother', what do you think?", he asked.
This was the first time he'd looked directly at her in this form. Her eyes danced around his face, seemingly absorbing every feature individually before eventually coming to rest on his own silvery blue eyes.Her cheeks reddened.
"I... ", she began. There was a feeling coursing through her body that was especially intense when she looked at the monk. It hit some of the same places as Ahuv's granting of fertility. Is this... attraction? Her thighs clenched together involuntarily and she turned her back towards Ahuv. Feeling embarrassed was a first for her.

With Kazus:
As soon as the Death God confirmed they could come Kazus reached out his winds to propel Uncle forward towards the group. The condition that they mustn't slow Othuma down wouldn't be an issue. Not only could the whispering wind blow at nearly any speed (carrying Uncle with him), but he was also interested in meeting the dragons and wouldn't be deterred by anything.
Suddenly Othuma held what appeared to be a weapon. With the winds still encasing Uncle, Kazus felt him tense up at the sight until the god turned and slashed at the air with it. At first it appeared that the air was splitting where the god had cut it. But as the rift opened it was clear that it was not the air, but the very space had that split apart, revealing a portal.

Ahuv

Ahuv noticed the blush on 'Mother's' face, which made his eyes widen some. She... is attracted to me? This was the first time someone actually developed romantic feelings for him. Sure, he helped with matchmaking, yet never in his life did he expect romance to come his way.

What could he do? Furthermore, what was this growing emotion inside him? Was it the romantic love his mother (Adarani) kept telling him about? Several questions entered his mind. While thinking on them, the Blue Monk decided to sit next to 'Mother'. Fro a moment, he did not know what to say.

Finally, unable to think of anything else, he chose to say, "Well... I think you are..." A blush entered his facial features. "C... Cu..." Poor Ahuv could not bring himself to look at her, his eyes focused on the ground. I didn't think it would happen so suddenly, and now I can't even express it!

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Hanryyt, Saulkavt, and Ruthtaika

Hanryyt was a little embarrassed when Saulkavt explained that one event. He decided to change the subject a little, just a little. "Well, I guess this is a good time to explain a bit of history, since that bit involves both Adarani and Nylia." He pointed to the one decoration that was elegant: a mural detailing the healing of Pupo by Adarani, the creation of the Vitaiim, the inauguration of the first Grand Abbots, and, lastly, the incident where Nylia threatened Adarani's life.

The Davutite went on to explain the mural. "In the first panel, we see Adarani curing one of the first Amares, whom we now know to be Pupo, of an infection Aspestis placed on him which, against Elder Deity of Illness' expectations, made the man loyal to... I don't know Aspestis' gender, so I'll say 'them'. Aspestis never meant to harm people with disease. He only meant to make it so people would feel bliss from their suffering. Quite an odd immortal, if you ask me. Anyway, Nylia brought Pupo to the first monastery ever made so that Adarani would cure him, which she did."

"The second panel describes the creation of my race, the Vitaiim. From the body models, to the wings, the colors, even the clothing." Hanryyt's voice became for solemn with each panel he described. There was a reason he was doing so. "The third panel shows two Vitaiim being inaugurated as the first Grand Abbots of the Sacriran Order. The female is Jordiik. The male is my direct ancestor, Davu. Jordiik managed agriculture, Davu handled medicine. His Bo Staff he made later on is in this house. It's a family relic that has been cared for and handed down for generations. Decendants of Jordiik are called Jordiikites, whom the family with direct lineage to survived the Cataclysm. The descendants of Davu, like myself, are called Davutites."

His voice was most serious when he mentioned the last part of the mural. "The final section of the mural describes in vivid detail the incident where Nylia came back to that monastery, not with a request for help, but her sword pointed at our matron neck. Nylia blamed her for her miscarriage, when Adarani had no idea happened until she heard the accusations. Every Vitaiim picked up whatever they could use as a weapon and surrounded the two Goddesses in an attempt to defend the Elder Goddess of Love. Davu was the angriest of the lot of them. Of course, Adarani healed Nylia's womb, but since that event, Davu never trusted the Elder Goddess of Revenge again. Many of his descendents, including myself, still did not trust her because of that incident, a distrust which was carried even after the Cataclysm. By that time, however, the deep distrust began to slowly fade. I can only hope it can continue to fade, without anything to ruin it."

Just then, a knock at the door was heard. Saulkavt opened went over to the door. Whoever it could be was beyond the two Sacriran men. When the door was opened, it reveal the Grand Abbot of Agriculture, Ruthtaika.

She came in and turned towards her brother. "Hanryyt, sorry to interupt your conversation, but I think this news is urgent. While you two were spending time together, we received numerous reports of lost souls gone missing. I don't know how it happened, but whatever the cause, it made the Order end up in a heated debate over whether to trust Nylia, sinc she has the portfolio of the Undead. Personally, I do not think it rational to jump to conclusions,but the two side did of the argument did. One side, calling themselves Deltas, blame Nylia for the disappearence of those souls, while th other, the Gammas, say Nylia would never do that. And then there is a third faction: the Omegas, who say we cannot know for sure whether Nylia was behind it. I sid with the Omegas, but that's besides the point. Things went chaotic for a bit. I managed to calm everyone down with my speech and suggestion of bi-yearly athletic tournaments for everyone to let off steam through them, but I don't know how long the calm will last."

Hearing what his sister said made Hanryyt clench his fist. Right when he was ging to take Saulkavt's word on not being so stiff, there was yet again a reason to be skeptic of Nylia. "Gosh darn it! And to think we could breath easy? What could possibly be going on?"

The Middle Realm

They were gnawing at the wall, pushing at it trying to get through. It bubbled and swirled, colors unimaginable blossomed and vanished in the blink of an eye. It seemed to take shapes but then lost them immediately. The Chaos, The Wilds, it had many names but it cared not. It's only wish was to expand. It pushed at the barrier and the barrier pushed back. Then the barrier gave way. Chaos beasts rushed into the world, weakened by the barrier that they had pushed through. The Barrier closed instantly but enough of the creatures had appeared to cause trouble. They began attacking and destroying everything in their paths and turning more creatures into beasts like them. Geographically these beasts were contained at the far North, far South, far East, and far West borders of the Wilds. But eventually they began to expand pushing farther and farther into the Middle Realm as they came...


Laska

The young goddess looked at Merida and Keindra. She understood all that they had told her but she did not wish it to be true. The god of War was dead, that wasn't a good thing, but she could only feel glad. In the end she took as somber of a face as she could and followed Merida and Keindra to go see Mathias. When she got there she let the other two do all of the talking. She only spared them part of her attention. The rest was focused on the purple mortals running around and setting up cities. She nearly clapped her hands in delight at the sight of them. They were so peaceful and happy.

Sithis

Sithis had not spoken while Othuma had asked Adarani for help. Its attention had been on the prayers of the snakes who told of many mortal affairs and also of gods. Sithis was still gathering information when they returned to the Northern wastes. When it finally snapped out of its reverie it slithered out of its tattoo form and onto the shoulders of the god of death. Then it noticed the new mortal and the godlike presence.

"Who iss thiss Othuma?" Sithis asked with feigned politeness. "Why did you bring another god here?" Then it sniffed the air with a flick of its tongue. "Trouble approachess. Gather your weaponss. Chaoss comess."


Crysalis

Crysalis arrived at a new city on her way to the ocean. Here were very different mortals from the Klik'kik-t. All of them wore masks and they all seemed to hold malice for something or another. Crysalis could feel the Crystal nearby so she lessened her godly aura so that Nylia might not sense her. Crysalis entered the city proper and found herself bombarded by dirty looks. She was not welcome...That would change very soon indeed.

The Crystal

The Crystal had been watching Nylia's every movement. She did not seem to be angry at Jute, or even revengeful at the moment. She seemed to be absorbed in the war. That was good. The Crystal remained quiet for most of the time as Nylia moved about the world, doing as she wished. When she returned to the masked mortals the Crystal finally spoke up. It is time that the war is started. If these mortals do nothing then I can call others to the war effort instead. As for our relationship, I would like your opinion on something. The Crystal paused for response. What are your feelings for Jute now?


Acanthus

Riomu was healing at a fast rate and schools all over the Fortress were teaching the History of the Middle Realm among many other subjects. Acanthus and Torsc were now meeting on a weekly basis, their project was nearing its completion. The Time Bubble as well was nearing its cessation period. The two gods were planning to unveil their new creation at the Ceremony of Release. Acanthus had never been happier than he was in the Bubble, but he knew that when it ended he would be able to start his new plan for a better and safer Middle Realm.

((Oh, crud. I was not expecting a second cataclysm to happen so soon. Looks like I may be forced to have Adarani evacuate the civilians from the monasteries through Paradise portals before the Betans even arrive, if things turn out for the worst against the beasts. Sorry Jade, but it looks like our planned war and outcomes might not happen, at all, at this rate. I hope you don't mind what happens in this post involving the Beasts, Midnight. The Templarim were made for this sort of thing. You can tell the Beasts' part with them beginning to get better at fighting against the Sacrirans, if you want.))

The militias at the outermost islands to the West, North, and South were the first Sacriran forces to spot the Chaos Beasts incoming. This time, they were better prepared for them. The archers lit the rockets on their arrows before shooting. Wave after wave of rocket arrows exploded upon impact on the Chaos Beasts, killing some, wounding others. This slowed the enemy down enough for the 24-strong squadrons of Templarim to charge up Protection Energy to pound their Bo Staves to the ground a wave of energy knocked back oncoming Beasts so that they crashed into their comrades behind them, followed immediately by a wave which actually stunned or slowed down many of those same foes. This wave pattern continued in rapid succession twelve times before melee charge initiated.

The Templarim went in first, their training and defensive protection spells serving them well on the battlefield. Even though several among the main race of protectors of the Order fell every seven minutes, the casualty ratio was twelve Beasts per Templarim. The archers dished out even more kills than that as they resumed their barrage, the Templarim in front of them keeping the enemy away from them, for the most part.

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Adarani felt a sharp jolt. One which she did not feel since the Cataclysm. "Ahuv, take Mother with you to Paradise. I'll meet up with you, there, when I can." She opened a portal for the two of them while speaking.

Ahuv nodded and took 'Mother' by the hand. "This way! Hurry!"

The Blue Crane Monk wasted no time in pulling Mother along with him through the portal before it closed. Paradise was moe than he expected. It was absolutely stunning to him. Still, this was no time to enjoy anything. Mother had to be tended to. He turned towards her with his silvery-blue eyes. "This is Paradise, where good souls go. No evil can be done here. We will be safe in this realm while the fighting goes on." He gave her a reassuring grin. "I don't think Kazus would mind if the two of us spent time here. I will pray to him and assure him you are safe with me up here."

Ahuv then closed his eyes and made this prayer:

Kazus, this is Ahuv. I have taken Mother up with me to Paradise through a portal that Adarani made for us. She will be safe here while the Middle Realm fights off the Chaos Beasts that were made during the Cataclysm. No evil can be done up here, meaning no harm will come to her. Trust me.

The Middle Realm

In the West, Southwest, and Northwest, the Chaos Beasts were being driven back. The Sacrirans were putting all of their effort into driving off the many Abominations that were threatening them. The Beasts in those areas had been greatly lessened and all were finding very little to expand their numbers with. As the Beasts were destroyed, the water that they had been in contact with returned to its normal state, the creatures within its depths remained mostly unaware. Some Chaos Beasts had tried to go underwater but were quickly repelled by Nylia’s faithful there.

Far to the North and South the Chaos beasts had barely any creatures to feed upon and so the numbers remained small, however they were mostly unchecked and they began to spread out and cover more land as they searched for creatures to prey upon and change into more Abominations.

In the East the many forests were teaming with life. As the Chaos Beasts attacked and fed upon the many creatures there their numbers began to swell at a rapid pace. The Chaos beasts roamed through the forests, ripping apart the fabric of nature itself as they attacked anything and everything in their way. As of yet the major threat to the East was the worst and yet it still remained unchecked…

In Paradise:

Mother became terribly frightened as a quiet time with Ahuv suddenly became interrupted by Adarani's directions and being hurriedly led through a portal. But once she was through, she was stunned by the beauty and stillness of her new surroundings. She turned towards Ahuv and found his wonderful eyes meeting hers. He began explaining where they were and that they were safe. She didn't understand exactly what was going on, but she was glad to be safe and that she'd be able to spend some time in such a gorgeous place alone with Ahuv. Even though she had known him for so short a time, she trusted him completely. It was so different from how she felt around Uncle. They both made her feel safe, but Ahuv made her feel... comfortable. She watched as he closed his eyes and began praying. She continued watching him and took a few steps towards him, still in awe at this humanoid form of his. Taking advantage of their seclusion, she wrapped her arms around him and rested her head on his chest, drinking in his warmth.


In the North:

Kazus carried Uncle through the portal and noted Othuma closing it behind him. No sooner had they arrived, than another god began questioning Othuma about bringing company. Quickly changing the subject, it added "Trouble approuchess. Gather your weaponss. Chaoss comess." As Kazus realized that the events that he had foreseen were coming into fruition, he received a prayer from Ahuv. He was glad to hear that the crane was taking his task seriously and turned his attention to his only other mortal.
Uncle was panickedly looking around, no doubt trying to figure out which direction his sister was relative to them. "Kazus!", he cried. "Mother is in danger and I need to-"
The wind descended upon him from above, almost as though trying to hold him in place. "Relax," the voice said. "Your sister is safe for now."
The wind then blew towards Othuma. "If you have a force mortals that are ready for combat, please make use of my mine in anyway you see fit."

Othuma

Othuma watched as his new companions stepped through the portal as he closed it behind them. "Well here we are and now I just need to find them." He spoke as he wandered the frozen plains. Sithis returned from the tattoo that he was currently disguised as. He soon asked why he bothered to bring others. "Well it's simple really, they asked to see the Dragons, I do not see why I shouldn't allow it." He spoke rather matter-of-factly. Then Sithis turned rather pensive as he soon spoke about chaos coming their way. "Chaos?" Othuma was hopelessly confused as to what made him say that.

"Why do I need to gather weapons?" "What is this 'Chaos' you speak of?" Othuma asked. Then it appeared Kazus was acting up as well as he soon breezed by his ear. "Ready for Combat?" He spoke dumbfounded. "I do not see any reason for combat." Then he saw it some odd creature roaming around in the snow. It was strange to say the least and then he remembered something, when he was first born he did see some rather disturbing things towards the North. This must be it and it must be why they have to fight it. "But I know nothing of Combat." He cried. "You must be more prepared than I, you two should start the first strike and I will do my best to follow." He spoke, hoping someone else with more experience would take initiative. He would follow in style hopefully gain some experience in combat.

Shan

The Chaos Beast noticed the group of gods and then charged. Shan noticed the hesitation in his master's words. He did not wish to see him stricken down in his first fight. He had to protect him and allow his god to live. Shan jumped forth between them and the beast and attacked it. While he did put up a valiant effort the beast alone was too much and he was badly injured the beast prepared to transform him before Othuma intervened.

Othuma

"NO!" Othuma yelled as he instantaneously stood between the beast and Shan. His Scythe underwent a new transformation. Unlike it's previous form this one was more sinister, more jagged, more dangerous. The Scythe kept the Beast's Claw at bay as it was stuck on the jagged blade. "No why did you do this?!" Othuma shouted. But Shan only managed a smile before his life passed. Othuma saw the soul of Shan and was infuriated. "NO!" "You are not allowed to die!" He shouted as he touched the soul and forced back into his body. Shan gasped for air as if he was drowning. He was stunned that his god saved his soul. Before he could react Othuma knocked the beast aside. It charged. Then with a quick slash of his new scythe, Othuma left a deep gash in the beast's shoulder as it nearly severed the arm.

The beast moved aside as it tried to reform it's arm. Yet, as it tried the wound began to spread. From the slash the beast was beginning to decay. Much like his shoulder the rest of it's body began to crumble as the decay spread. It's arm fell off as the beast felt the Touch of Death covering it's body, forcing it to die. Soon the beast itself fell apart and disintegrated into dust. Othuma noticed what he did. It was much like what happened to the mama bear, but on a much more larger and more aggressive scale. Othuma looked over to Shan, who was just on the precipice of death then spared an early afterlife as Othuma returned his soul back to his body, like he did with the Dragons. He was still wounded but death would not come to him that easily. "Well I guess I'll just do that again if we find more." Othuma spoke. "I should find the other Werebears, get Shan to safety and find those dragons." Othuma spoke as he planned his next moves.

Mathias

Mathias was nearly startled by the sudden appearance of a Sacriran. He spoke of gave news and before he could do anything, it seemed he perished. Mathias' face grew grim as he looked towards Vallance. "I'm afraid this meeting will have to wait, this is an ill omen and I must prepare." Mathias grimly spoke. "You should return to Keindra, and tell him to arm himself for we are in a world of trouble." Mathias warned as he dismissed Vallance. "I must defend my Valeish, I will not allow any beast to enter this valley, not while I still live." Mathias spoke as he turned away from Vallance and hovered above the great valley. He drew his Spear and then in a long while Justice spoke.

"It seems you are about to use my power for your own ends again." Justice plainly spoke.

"Yes, but I am doing it for my people." Mathias explained.

"I am not rather fond of your exploitation recently...I am here to assist not be used." Justice warned.

"Please I must do this, you know what they are capable of." Mathias retorted.

"Yes, although this type of problem wouldn't have occurred if it wasn't for you and your kin's constant meddlings." Justice spoke.

"What makes you say that?" Mathias asked.

"What other reason could there be for such a creature to exist, if it wasn't caused by a god." Justice answered.

"I have no idea what god would want such a thing but now is not the time for the past, now is the time for action." Mathias stated.

Justice merely sighs. "I see this issue has clouded your mind from other options, I shall grant you use of my power, but we need to resolve this issue immediately." Justice spoke. He then gave some of his energy to Mathias.

"Thank you." Mathias spoke as felt the radiant energy coursing through him.

With the Righteous Power of Justice he was able to set up an area of defense. While the surrounding mountain ranges provided an excellent wall, he needed to be aware of attacks. So he enlisted a field of vision and now he will notice if a Chaos Beast does enter his lands. If one does then he will act quickly and decisively. He began to worry about Adarani. He felt the urge to find her and help her, but his duties to his people stood in the way. While he did selflessly prepared to defend the Valeish, he began to doubt his choice. What if she needed him more? Should he abandon his people in this dire time to help Adarani? If Mathias began to extend the power Justice gave him to cover Adarani and her people, he will be upset. What should he do? He can't be in two places at once. Even if he did help Adarani, what if the beasts attack The Valeish? Besides the mountains they have no other way to defend themselves. Their population isn't great enough to support a war effort. Not unlike the Sacrirans. They would be destroyed in a matter minutes by the beasts. He can't leave them unsupported. What is more right? Protecting the Valeish or Helping Adarani? Such a conundrum left Mathias flustered and ragged. What should he do?

((No Sacriran is weak, Jade, so you know. The Templarim are stronger and tougher than the Vitaiim. If you thought Hanryyt was a nuisance, a Templarim is double that compared to him, if fought. And, you're going to have a hard time with your internal attack, because I already had it so only unarmed foreignors can enter the monasteries before Nylia planned an invasion.))

Adarani felt this feeling inside her, that Mathias needed her help. Ahuv and 'Mother' were safe, yet the Valeish would require much aid. There was no immediate danger for the Sacrirans that she knew of, so she did not have a hard time deciding where to go. She took to the air as a dove, telepathically saying to Mathias, I'm coming to help you.

Before long she arrived at her destination, landing right next to Mathias. "The Sacrirans are safe, my love. We repelled The Beasts to the West. Now, we just need to defeat the ones to the East, then we'll just have to see how things are doing to the North and South, afterwords."

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Moserta, the female Templarim who was hospitable to Veltrez, was the guard at the coast Pupo. "You are Pupo, are you not? The Amare Adarani healed of an ailment Aspestis inflicted upon you? We didn't think you'd still be alive, given how long ago it was."

"As for our leader, there is actually two, traditionally, who organize the meetings within the Circle of Abbots. Currently, we have only one, right now, the Grand Abbot of Agriculture, Ruthtaika of the Davutites. Her brother is expected to become Grand Abbot of Medicine after serving his time in the Central Monastery for breaking the code with his rash actions and lack of control of his anger. If that is the man you wish to speak about, he will be notified of your visit. As part of security procedure, however, no foreignor is allowed inside any monastery wtihout first leaving any weapons in their possession behind until they decide to leave the monasteries, at which point the weapons will be given back. We will have to search you for any concealed weapons and confiscate them, along with the weapons that are in plain sight, right now. Failure to comply with protocol will result in immediate arrest without bail before standing trial. All diplomatic immunity is void here. Also, given the circumstances, since you are here about one person's actions, your punishment, if any, must be inflicted upon that person alone, or all who participate in retaliating against people other than the sole perpetrator will immeditaly lose their ability to reproduce, a punishment dished out by Adarani herself. The Elder Goddess of Love will not tolerate action against Sacrirans with zero involvement in the crimes in question. Do you understand?"

As Moserta spoke of the procedure and the possible punishments for certain actions, the Templarim began their routine inspection for concealed weapons. Not that they were clothed, so the only weapons needed to be confiscated were the ones held in the Betans' hands as well as the ones attatched to their belts. Any violent resistance would alert the entire Central Monastery and unleash the best of the best of the Security Force onto the armed foreignors, the first response being rapid stun blasts directed at them, the metal of the shields making the stun effects worse.

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Ahuv bushed when he finished his prayer and felt Mother's head on his chest. Before, only Adarani would have done something kind of clsoe to this, mostly hugs. That was because Ahuv was the Elder Goddess' adoptive son, however. This was the first time someone who had romantic feelings for him had done anything similar, let alone in a more affectionate way. His response merely was his arms wrapped around Mother.

A moment of silence, and Ahuv softly asked, "I guess we should find someplace to rest, should we? A bench, perhaps, to sit and talk?"

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Davig and Johnthu began to feel their muscles tighten. The impact of so many dangerous foes battering at the force field was meant to be handled by a whole squadron of at least eleven Templarim, not just two. The force field weakened by the minute.

Kenha spoke to Nuala. "There are too many of them for us to handle, and the force field will not hold for much longer. We better run for it once it completely fades. All we'd be doing by staying is signing our death beds or risking being turned into one of them by the chaos radiating from them. I know that from observing the Cataclysm. We need reinforcements to stand a chance."

In Paradise:

Mother felt Ahuv reciprocate her gesture of affection, wrapping his arms around her as well. She noted the warmth of his hands on her bare back and let a sigh of contentment escape her lips. All was silent for a moment, until Ahuv whispered "I guess we should find someplace to rest, should we? A bench, perhaps, to sit and talk?"
Mother pressed herself more firmly against his body. She didn't want to move. She was comfortable exactly where she was. But she was feeling rather tired. Maybe resting somewhere would help. "Carry me." She murmured, her head still buried in Ahuv's chest, and folded her wings tightly against her back.


In the North:

By Othuma's reaction to the idea of fighting, Kazus could tell that he wasn't the militant type and realized he'd made some assumptions about the personality of the god of death. However, when a beast suddenly appeared, nearly killing the death god's mortal, Kazus saw the aggressive side of Othuma. However, it was the ferocity of the chaos beast that left a greater impression on the whispering wind. If just one of them could kill that bear, what chance did Uncle stand in a battle against these beasts?
Othuma spoke, interrupting Kazus's thoughts- "I should find the other Werebears, get Shan to safety and find those dragons."
The wind swirled strongly. From the wind came "Make haste. Uncle and I will hold them here."
Uncle said nothing, but it was clear to his creator that he was uncomfortable with this plan. A breeze tickled Uncle's ear, whispering into it "What's on your mind?"
"Not only is this a hopeless fight..." started Uncle, "but it isn't even our fight. You created me to protect mother, not fight monsters that couldn't even harm her. I thought you said she was safe for now?"
The wind suddenly blew so strongly that it nearly knocked Uncle over. Kazus had expected a voice of concern, not one of dissent. A voice boomed out of the wind "And if the world descends into chaos?" Uncle flinched. "Then nowhere will be safe for Mother?" The voice decreased in volume, not all the way back down to Kazus's usual whisper, but to a clear and firm tone. "If you want to protect your sister, then protect the land she lives in."
Uncle nodded, but still looked uncertain. He knew that he wouldn't even be a hindrance to a group of those beasts. Fortunately, his creator knew this too and had come up with a plan.
Kazus had made his first two creations in the form of the first god he'd seen. But now it seemed time to make some mortals in his own image. The winds swirled and blew at gale force speeds. Uncle shielded his eyes as the winds tossed dust and rocks alike. When the cloud of dust cleared, he could see rocks of various sizes suspended in the air by the wind as far as he could see.
After waiting for a moment, Uncle spoke up. "Why are you holding those rocks up." The wind stirred behind him and he heard a chuckle. "I'm not."
Suddenly the wind suspending the rocks began moving them into humanoid shapes. Where heads, chests, hands and feet belonged The figures had rocks of appropriate sizes where heads, chests, hands and feet belonged. In between these suspended rocks, pebbles and dust flew animatedly.
Uncle stood in awe. He estimated that there were over 40 of them. "They're... made out of rocks?"
"No," his creator answered. "They're made of wind. But wind isn't an inherently offensive element. So they use earth in their form to fight. This also separates them from me in appearance. Kazelites!"
The wind creatures turned towards Uncle and stood at attention. "This is Uncle. You will do exactly as he tells you to. There will be beasts coming from the north. We need to hold them off." Suddenly the wind spoke more softly to Uncle. "Stick to the skies. Not only will it give you a better idea of where to tell the kazelites to go, but... the kazelites should do more of the ground fighting. They're not very vulnerable to physical attacks." Then Kazus blessed Uncle's lungs with the ability to generate a wind when he spoke that could carry his commands wherever he wanted them to go. This way, even from the sky, Uncle could speak to specific kazelites over the sounds of combat.
Uncle flapped his wings, raising high above the wind soldiers that all seemed fixated on the north. He saw dark blobs appear on the horizon, drawing closer. It wasn't until they drew close enough that Uncle could make out each individual beast that he spoke, using his new abilities to direct his words to all the kazelites at once- "They're nearly here. Prepare for battle."

Othuma

Othuma nodded as he heard Kazus would help keep more of these things at bay. Then he was relatively stunned as he saw Kazus create what looked like rock people. Still whatever they can do, he was happy to see them. Othuma lifted Kazus upon his shoulders using godly strength. He then looked at Sithis on his shoulder and then left leaving Kazus and Uncle deal with the beasts. Othuma quickly slashed open a portal as his scythe reverted back to normal. He stepped through and found himself amongst a civilization. The Werebears had been busy as they have grown in number and seemed to have form tribes all along the Northern Forest. Othuma entered one of these tribes.

The Werebears immediately ran to their god and bowed before him. Giving him praise and speaking of their prayers. He now realized where all of those voices in his head came from. He had been meaning to mention it to Sithis, but never found it a priority. He already seemed to get the gist of it. The most frequent prayer was basically the same, if they were to die today, then let their souls find peace. Something Othuma always gave a nod for. But he was not here to find peace for their souls but to ask of their help. "Greetings my Werebears." "Your gracious God of Death calls for your assistance." The bears hushed. "One of your own was attacked and nearly killed!" "He is to receive treatment immediately!" He commanded as the Werebears rushed to take the injured Shan into care. "The Beast that has done this was not the only one." "More will come and do the same to you, if you don't defend yourselves now!" "I ask that you prepare for combat!" Othuma commanded.

For awhile the Tribes have done well and did their best to follow Othuma's wishes of populating and praying to him. In recent times however some tension has been brewing, between the Devouts and the Naturalists. The Devout Tribes, constantly praised Othuma for giving them in life. The Naturalists miss their former lives as plain Bears and have been wishing to revert to normal. This has cause religious tension, as the Devouts believe the Naturalists are being blasphemous for believing their gift is a curse. While the majority are Devout the Naturalists have several tribes and have threaten conflict. With Othuma's call to arms this might lead to release much aggression that has been storing up. The Werebears took their arms and prepared a War Chant. The Elders banged drums as the painted their Warriors. They sent messengers to all Tribes and asked for their compliance. The Devouts naturally prepared for battle. The Naturalists were reluctant at best. But they do realize the Beasts are a problem and prepared for battle as well.

The Werebears soon mobilized and headed North. "Yes my friends, go to the North and help the Kazelites in their battle!" Othuma commanded as the Werebears continued to Chant. They marched and soon would reach Kazus. "That settles one problem and now on to their other." Othuma spoke as he opened another portal and soon found himself before a dragon. The female Ice Dragon bowed before the arrival of the gods. "My Lord, have you brought the Fertility?" she asked. "Yes but trouble is on the horizon the-" "Yes, the Chaos Beasts, Frostwing spoke of them." "Oh so you know, that's great!" Othuma spoke. "Yes and I know what you want but we cannot go to battle, not with our numbers so pitiful." She spoke with great saddness. "Then hide yourselves, we shall deal with these pests." "For now bring me to the others I need to give you the fertility." Othuma spoke. The Dragon brightened up and then did as she was asked. Othuma found them hiding out in that deep cave he originally found Frostwing's soul. He spoke of recent events and Frostwing nodded. "I thank you God of Death for this boon." "We shall make hatchlings in your honor." Frostwing spoke. Othuma smiled as he focused the light blue orb into the Dragons. They felt invigorated and were very much anxious to start procreation. Othuma left them to their privacy.

Mathias

A voice penetrated Mathias' thoughts. It was Mérida! He saw the Goddess of Nature and Keindra as well. Also Laska seemed to be with them. He dropped to their sides. "I know you all must be dreadfully busy, especially you Mérida." He spoke as he saw her drop. "I hate to ask this but could you perhaps, watch my people for a moment?" Mathias a bit nervously asked. But then came the person he was worried about, Adarani. "Oh thank goodness your alright." "When I saw your Sacriran fell I feared the worse." "I was about ready to come to your islands to help, but it seems their fine, right?" Mathias asked. "You really shouldn't have come, I would have came to you if you needed me too." Mathias spoke as he felt a bit ashamed that Adarani had to come to make sure he was fine. Was he weak? He felt very useless and the what nerve it must be that Adarani had to check up on him. He made her worry and made her leave, all because he was indecisive.

"I am sorry you had to leave New Sacrira just to make sure of my well-being." "You must think of me as pathetic that you had to do such a thing." Mathias then sighed. "Never mind my kin, there is no need for you to watch them, it's alright now." He spoke dismissing them of any duties he placed on them. He then looked as The Valeish continued on with their lives, perfectly oblivious of the growing danger. Mathias then heard a voice, but it wasn't a prayer no it was...a God? He heard of the voice and remembered it's owner. That one New God of Madness. He must have encountered a Chaos Beast, they really are here."Yes, it was a Chaos Beast, be wary these things are the reason why The Cataclysm occurred." "They are very powerful, after all they have slain gods before." Mathias warned Veltrez, hopefully he will take them to heart.

The chaos beasts ran enthusiasticly towards the wind creatures, mutating as they moved across the earth, corrupting it as they went. Unable to sit back and watch passively, Kazus created the strongest wind he'd ever made and hurled it over his kazelites towards the chaos battalion. The great wind lifted a portion of the beasts in the middle of the group off the ground, blasting them farther north than the eye could see. Suddenly, the whispering winds felt slow. He realized that even gods must have a limit to their power and he had very nearly exceeded his, creating a small army and creating that destructive gust. The wind now swirled slowly behind the battle lines. "I will be no more use to you during this battle", he whispered to Uncle.
Uncle nodded, and observed the battle field. The chaos beasts were upon the kazelites. As the first one dove at the nearest kazelite, the wind being propelled one of the fist rocks forward into the monster. While this stopped the beast where it was, it didn't even seem to injure it in it's wildly mutating form. The rock that the kazelite used however, dropped to the ground, corrupted. It was clear to Uncle that while the kazelites themselves were immune to the affects of these strange beasts, the earth that they used for combat was not. The beast roared and swiped at the kazelite's head stone, its claw momentarily solid, no longer warping with the rest of its body. Uncle was realizing the implications of this when he suddenly heard a screech near his elevation. Looking up from the ground far below him, he saw that one of the beasts had mutated wings and was flying towards him. Uncle braced himself, lowered his horns, and began flying at the chaos creature. "For Mother.", he whispered to himself. The beast mutated, growing claws and horns that matched Uncle's. They were nearly about to collide when the chaos beast morphed involuntarily, its wings collapsing inwards and shrinking back into its flesh. Reacting quickly, Uncle swung his tail down into the beasts solidified head, crushing it. He watched the body fall from the sky. Uncle reflected on what he'd seen of the beasts so far and realized that what they attacked with became solid and what was solid was vulnerable.
"Kazelites," he started, speaking to all of them at once. "The beasts are only vulnerable when they stop mutating. When they attack, strike the solid parts of their body." Although the chaos beasts had been pushing the wind soldiers back, forcing them to drop the rocks they held and retreat to obtain new ones, the tide of the battle turned and the kazelites held the monsters exactly where they were, striking only parts that weren't mutating and avoiding the corruption of their tools.
It was then that Uncle heard a multitude chanting. Looking to the south, he saw an army of animals that looked like Othuma's mortal, the first one attacked by the beasts. He flew towards their ranks. "Are you here for battle?", he asked them.

Ma' Katorian

The Werebears stopped as Uncle approached them and spoke. The army of Werebears merely stared at Uncle, unsure of what he is or what to say. This was the first time they met a race outside of their own and it was a bit stunning. It was then a lone, young Werebear spoke up amongst the crowd. "Yes." The Werebears turned their heads towards a young one, barely old enough to enter battle. He approached Uncle unafraid and spoke to the being. "Our lord, Othuma has asked of us to assist in this battle, we are going to make them pay for harming one of our own." He spoke rather matter-of-factly. The others nodded and grunted in agreement.

They saw the beasts and the Kazelites battling. The Werebears then gathered in a formation and then came a roar. A bestial roar penetrated the sounds of battle as all of the bears gave a war roar. The Werebears then charged at the beasts and drew their weapons. Some of the Chaos Beasts noticed the sudden arrival of more numbers. In their greed some broke from the main offense to corrupt the bears. Soon in primal clash the Werebears and the Chaos Beasts fought with bitter savagery. It looked like pure carnage as the bears went to rip and tear into their shifty opponents. The Beasts solidified and fought back with claws of their own. Some Werebears fell and became corrupted, but thankfully their constant offense did see some of the beasts overwhelmed.

The Young Werebear that spoke stood out, as he managed to slay a couple of the beasts himself. Thanks to the help of his comrades. This was the first time he was in battle and while it was frightening, he is a proud Werebear and knows as long as The God of Death favors them, then death will not visit their people today. It will be death that visits the beasts!

Othuma

The God of Death appeared near Kazus as he watched the battle unfold. He was glad his Werebears arrived and have taken to battle. He hoped they would shift the odds in their favor. "I see you've stepped back, I did not take too much time I hope." Othuma spoke. "I have never seen combat before...such death, it's almost intoxicating." Othuma spoke rather absentmindedly. "I hope your people do not die this day, it will be said to see so many souls lost." He spoke rather pained in his voice. He didn't like seeing souls leave, let alone disappearing and becoming something else. Still the air was filling with death and Othuma was beginning to feel a bit drunk. There was a steady rise in his power, something Othuma never experienced before. When he said it was intoxicating, there was some truth to it. Perhaps he should speak to Sithis about it once this mess is over.

Adarani's eyes widened at what Mathias said. "What are you saying? You are not weak! You are not pathetic!" She hated it when people were so down on themselves. She hugged him to try to make things better, clinging to him closely. "And yes, the Sacrirans are safe." She was at a loss for words after that, for a moment. She did not want to hurt his feelings. "Mathias, I know what it's like to see what you create being greatly harmed on a large scale, even lost. I do not want you to go through that same agony. It would not settle in my stomach."

----

Ahuv felt Mother cling closer to him. Not that he minded. He enjoyed the moment while he could.

Then, he heard Mother say, "Carry me."

When the woman folded her wings, The Blue Crane Monk used one of his arms to lift her by the legs, craddling her while gazing into her eyes. Ahuv walked forward along a path as he held her that way. Soon enough, there was a bench found to their right. It was reltively elegant compared to the modest ones in Sacriran monasteries at the Middle Realm. The good souls that end up in Paradise who were simplistic would definitely be surprised at this.

Gently, he set Mother down prior to saying to her, "Well, this seems as great a place to rest. I am surprised at the scenery here. All the trees and flowers here make it rather serene." Sitting down beside her, he added with a frown, "If only it was always serene for the Sacriran Order's homes instead of the dread of constantly being targetted by invaders. This was actually the third time this decade we had to fight on a vast scale. The last time was during the Cataclysm. I remember the event well. All that death and suffering mortals faced. Even most of the Gods from that time perished in the Cataclysm. And now, right before you and I got here, the Chaos Beasts once again attacked the Order. This time, though, the Sacrirans were prepared. The first invasion upon the Order, though, was done by the Krul, whom we managed to defeat."

The Blue Crane Monk sighed. "But, enough about the grim history. We should probably discuss something else." His smile returned while he looked in Mother's eyes. "But first, I believe you shoud rest."

----

Kenha nodded towards Humble Kindness. "I certainly hope Mighty Spear realizes the risk he is taking."

He next shouted at the two Templarim, "Davig! Johnthu! We're following Humble Kindness to the Hive!"

Upon the Order in Sacriran which translates to, Release!, The force field was blasted away, shoving the Beasts away enough for the Black Caste soldiers to prepare for the enemy's oncoming attack that would come as soon as Kenha, Davig, and Johnthu started to follow Humble Kindness.

As the trio went with the Blue Caste member, Kenha asked him, "Who leads the Hive's army? The person who does has to be informed of these Beasts coming from the East!"

In the North:

Uncle returned to the skies as the Werebear joined into the fray. The chaos beasts seemed to prefer corrupting living flesh to suspended chunks of earth and many rushed past the kazelites towards the Werebear army. Once this happened, of course, the beasts were at a major disadvantage, being between two enemy armies. While they attacked the Werebears, the kazelites struck with their stones from behind. If they turned to face the kazelites, the Werebears strove forwards, slashing and clawing at their backs. More than one Werebear became corrupted and joined their enemies, but it was clear that the number of beasts was dwindling. Uncle swooped down occasionally, striking at a chaos beast with his tail or ripping into an exposed limb with his claws. When the fighting ceased, he landed. A Werebear lying on the ground struggled and shrieked, mutated flesh beginning to roll across it's body. Although he understood it was necessary, Uncle still winced as one of the kazelites nearby crushed its head with a foot stone. He turned to the remaining Werebears and, at a loss for words, nodded in appreciation for all that they'd sacrificed in battle.


In Paradise:

Mother loved the way being carried by Ahuv felt. His strong arms around her bare body, his hand on her legs. She curled into him until he set her down on a bench. She listened intently as he explained the history of the cataclysm to her. But when he suggested that she should rest, she couldn't disagree. And when his perfect silvery blue eyes met hers, though she just wanted to remain gazing into those eyes forever, she closed hers and lay down on the bench, resting her head on Ahuv's lap.

Mathias

Mathias was rather taken back by the hug from Adarani and then Mathias only sighed. "I just didn't want to worry you was all." Mathias spoke explaining himself. "I am glad you came though." "I would have ended up doing the same thing anyway." He spoke as he smiled. He then looked over to Mérida and then frowned again. "Mérida looks really terrible and I'm concerned about her." Mathias spoke as her turned towards Adarani. "Could you perhaps do something for her?" Mathias asked.

Othuma

Othuma watched as the Werebears and the Kazelites managed to defeat the score of beasts. But during this event, even though their was victory, he felt defeat. Earlier Othuma saw a Beast killed by a Werebear, but in the process the warrior became like one of them. What was more, that same Werebear charged at Othuma. At first he didn't want to hurt him, perhaps he could save him from this fate. The bear launched himself at the God of Death and of course he dodged. Then he tried to lie his hands upon him, in an effort to relive him. Unlike with dead bodies he discovered his abilities had no effect on him.

Othuma's mouth dropped agate as he found himself, for the first time powerless. Reasons he could not explain, he was incredibly disturbed by this. Always he could do anything, anything he wished for he is a god. Yet, that entire preconception was nullified before this beast. Why? Why can't he do anything to change this!? This frustrated him and the he was struck. Pain, pain from before. His eyes clinched with rage and Othuma mercilessly cut him down with his scythe. Then, at that moment he shook his head as if he was in a dream. What he did right there felt completely different than usually. Normally he attacks things in defense but that time...was different.

That moment left an impression on him and after the violence was seemingly over, he sighed with relief. From that moment he hoped that the beasts are finished. He doesn't want to experience being powerless again. For some reason it did something to him...he really needs to speak to Sithis, alone.

Adarani let go when Mathias asked for her to help Merida. The name coursed through her, indicating she was the new Goddess of Nature, Seasons, and Rainbows. Talking would have to wait, though. The Elder Goddess of Love nodded with a gentle smile prior to walking over to Merida.

She examined her to pinpoint the problem. That was not easy. This was unlike most ailments she came across. It would seem it was via supernatural causes. Another moment, and she found the source, concentrating her Paradise energy upon the spot the ailment was coming from. This attempt at healing would be one of her largest ones concerning tending to one of her kin. Hopefully, if success came, she would still have energy enough for assisting Mathias.

----

Ahuv could not help but adore Mother. She appeared so beautiful to him, and had a sweet nature to go along with that beauty. Seeing her face as she slept with her head on his lap, his heart melted. The woman radiated an innocence he had not seen in anyone since the Krul invasion of Sacrira.

The Blue Crane Monk was at a loss for words to describe that moment. All he knew was this was the one whom he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. Somehow, he knew it to be true. All he could think of while looking upon her was to hold her smooth, soft hand.

----

The Security Force Agents at the tunnels remained calm and focused the whole time they were there. The auction never took place, however. Instead, everyone present was given something in exchange for what they brought. It mattered not if the Agents were recognized by Nightling as fighters in disguise due to the fact no Amare or other warlike race, besides the goblins, that is, was present.

Whatever the case was irrelevant. They did not find what they sought after. Instead, knives of bone and a goblet had been purchased. It was better than nothing, though. Plus, now they knew what items they had to destroy. Perhaps, the knives can help to that end.

Testing one against a metallic knife, the bone knife used made a clean cut through the metal as it clashed. With weapons this powerful, the other artifacts would most likely be easy to destroy. In the wrong hands, though, they could spell doom for the entire world.

Joshuek handed the goblet to the female Excorcim that went with the group. "Take this goblet to Paradise and offer a drink with it to whoever you find that could assist our cause. We will need all help we can get. Ossis, Werewolves, Prachians, Grynyx, any formidable being that would be willing to hunt down the holders of the artifacts we must search and destroy. Also, inform Adarani, Acanthus, and Mathias through prayer that Nightling sold to mortals some artifacts that could spell the destruction of the Middle Realm if used for warfare between nations."

"Yes, sir." The Excorcim, named Tamasca, arrived in Paradise upon the area most concentrated with Prachians. This was where she would find the first person to ressurect: the old soothsayer of the Order before the Cataclysm, Benjamiir. He would be the first out of many of the dead that would desire to assist with the artifacts' destruction. Before continuing, she made the prayer to the three mentioned deities about the artifacts Nightling sold and how much of a danger they are if used in war.

Meanwhile, the other agents began their jounrey around the world, undercover as explorers, this time, in search of the artifacts they saw. The task would not be an easy one. If they did not manage to destroy all the items of power in time, everythng they have trained to protect would be lost. They kept their new weapons concealed beneath their sleeve so not to attract too much attention to themselve. The agents only needed the weapons during combat and when destroying the artifacts.

Laska

So much had been happening all at once. The world wasn't at peace, the gods and goddesses around her had met and greeted each other like old friends. Laska hadn't known Adarani personally but she had seen her before. She knew Mathias a bit and Merida had stayed with her the longest. Laska watched quietly as they all began speaking of the chaos beasts. Even now she thought she could feel chaos pulling at her, whispering evilly in her ear. It almost sounded like one long hiss. She could feel herself tremble at what felt like fear of the creatures that threatened the purity and innocence of the world.

Laska was shivering as Merida fell to the ground in obvious pain. She was still too shy to react or say anything. It wasn't until Adarani had introduced herself that Laska had regained control over her emotions. She looked at the five other individuals, all much bigger than her, and suddenly felt more alone than she had ever been. Her thumb in her mouth, she reached out, almost instinctively for Merida's hand. (She only knew Merida well enough to even attempt it with her. The others were too scary and foreign.) She looked at them all with wide eyes, still trembling in fear. She took her thumb out of her mouth just long enough to say, "But what are we gonna do?"


Sithis

Chaos beasts flew and struck at giant bear men and floating rocks. Sithis was still listening to the stream of prayers that came from around the world. Not only snake prayers flooded Sithis’ mind now. The Klik’kik-t all sent prayers to Jute as well as creatures that obviously dwelled beneath the surface of the sea. Jute was filled with the knowledge of the location and activities of nearly every god and mortal of interest. Sithis saw an auction of godly artifacts, bloody battles between chaos beasts and trees, and many other activities of creatures both great and small. The most interesting occurrences that the snakes reported were the births of two gods. One left a cave high in some distant mountains and the other was deep in some dark caves, trembling in fear though there were no enemies nearby.

Sithis took all of this in even as Othuma struck down one of his own creations that had been corrupted. Othuma seemed distraught and full of malice as he killed his bear. Sithis knew that the battle was nearly over and that soon he would be able to speak to Othuma in peace. He spoke to Othuma, letting the prayers slide into another part of Jute’s mind. “I am here for you, my friend. Do not let yoursself be overtaken by emotion. We sshall sspeak when we can of the problemss facing you.”


The Crystal

"I see Jute as someone who can help me rid this world of the impure Gods, to rid the world of the disgust that they have installed in their creatures. I don't personally like her yet I respect her...I see her as a possibly great ally." Nylia had said.
The Crystal remained silent, considering the truth of those words. Jute had no love for any god. She hated them all, perhaps not evenly, but she did not ‘like’ anyone. However, allies did not have to like each other, they simply had to work together. The fact that Nylia considered Jute’s enemies to be ‘corrupted’ was enough to work with. The Crystal continued to work with Nylia as she had need and also focused on the prayers of some mortals.
Then Nylia spoke again, this time contemplating the stolen weapons of gods. "I'm not that interested, but I'm now wondering, wouldn't the power inside the weapons be gone by now? And if not, wouldn't it be too powerful for mortal hands and end up killing the mortals anyways?"
The Crystal responded, If these items do hold power, they will be greatly diminished with the loss of their wielders. Any mortal who found them would be greater than any other mortal. But they would not affect us gods in any way, I do not think. The mortal that found and used the weapon would have to be powerful indeed even to use it. I doubt there are many that strong.


Crysalis

In the city of Vedi'tum, crowds were making an uproar. The upper ring was filled with fleeing citizens, running from a lone figure that shown with god-like radiance.
The mortal guards had tried to put up a fight but in a show of godly power, Crysalis had killed twenty of them with a single stroke of her blade. Some few bowed to her in fear but most ran away. Crysalis cared not. To those that bowed to her she said, “Take me to your leader masked ones.”


Acanthus
Acanthus entered Torsc’s throne room. Riomu was almost completely healed. He had felt his barrier fall and rebuilt itself over the past 20 years. There was nothing he could have done, but the barrier had repaired itself, just as he had designed it to do. He turned to Torsc.

“It is nearly time, my friend. Have you finished the molds?” He looked at the work Torsc had done. “This is perfect Torsc! Thank you for your help. Now, when we get to the ceremony, I shall perform my magic and then we will return to normal time. I am afraid I will have to leave after that, my time with you was grand but my departure is long over-due. I wanted to say goodbye personally before my departure tomorrow, and I wanted to ask you a boon.” He turned to show Torsc six mortals, one of each of Torsc’s races. The six bowed to the gods. They were all very strong-looking but also had an air of wisdom and knowledge about them. “As to our agreement, I will be taking these mortals that I raised myself with me when I go, along with 16 of our creations. You may keep the others and do with them what you will. Is that alright?”


The Middle Realm

All across the Middle Realm, the chaos beasts were falling to their doom. In the far west, there were none to be seen. In the North, they had nearly been conquered by two great armies and even now the last of the chaos beasts fell to the mortals. In the East the chaos beasts found themselves having to fight the terrain itself and they were not succeeding. Even the few that had managed to get farther west were having trouble keeping their numbers up as they fought armies of mortals and found godly resistance.

It was only in the south that they remained, few though there were. There they stagnated, unable to find creatures to change and unable to continue their disordered existence in a completely ordered world. Over time they became more and more like normal creatures, highly mutated, but ordered in life functionality. Only those who had solidified into a creature able to function in desert terrain were able to survive for any amount of time. All others starved out and died.

Mathias

Mathias nodded at Adarani. "It's quite alright, the important thing is we have tried to help our kin." Mathias spoke. He noticed the world doesn't feel as chaotic as it was. Mathias noticed that none of the beasts were able to navigate the mountains to enter the valley at all. That was good and it gave Mathias some hope that this will also help deter future invasions. He was also thankful that The Valeish didn't have to experience the horrors of the Chaos Beasts. For now it would seem the Gods did their best in the defense of the Middle Realm. What disturbed Mathias is that they had to defend against them in the first place.

This outburst just showed him that, perhaps Acanthus' spell is wearing off. Further precautions must be made against future attacks. Soon he heard Justice's voice. "The time is nigh, go to Paradise." Justice spoke. As soon as he came he left. He sounded serious, and Mathias should answer his call. He then looked at the others. "I'm glad you all came and I believe we have a handle on this dire situation." Mathias spoke. "I hope you will be well Mérida, pains me to see my kin in such pain." Mathias spoke with care.

Othuma

Othuma only stared off into the horizon. He saw the two armies won the battle as the Werebear cheered over their victory. They began chanting Othuma's name for their victory. Despite this warm praise, Othuma felt disgruntled. This experience left a bad taste in his mouth, why he doesn't know. Sithis spoke up and speaking privately will do him good. "I just don't know Sithis, it just felt weird when I killed my own creation." "Still, we should be happy that we won...," Othuma paused, "I still need to show Kazus the Dragons, once that is finished we will speak." Othuma decided as he spoke towards Kazus. "Well if your still interested I'll show you those dragons now." He spoke, wondering if Kazus is still up for it.

In the North:
Kazus surveyed the scene once the battle had finished. He had been over-confident in the kazelites's ability to defend the area, not expecting the beasts to be able to corrupted the stones. A few of them had so frantically retreated, constantly picking up new rocks with to fight that the force of wind that held them together lost its energy and ceased to be.
The death god turned towards Kazus and offered to now lead him towards the dragons. Now more than ever, Kazus wanted to meet new and powerful races with which he could ally himself. If more monsters like the ones his creations had just battled existed, he could use all the help he could get. "Yes, if you're still headed there." the wind replied. Hearing the conversation, Uncle prepared to move. "You will not be coming with me anymore" the wind said, swirling around Uncle's ear. "Take the remaining kazelites and march south. Find Mother and stay with her until I come find you." Uncle nodded, relieved that he would be able to re-assume his old task.


In Paradise:
Mother woke with a start, her hand shooting up to her pillow, which happened to be Ahuv's thigh at the moment. Grabbing onto it, she squeezed it tensely for a moment before relaxing. When she looked up into Ahuv's beautiful eyes, she knew that it was very apparent to him that she'd just had a nightmare. "I dreamt that my creator and brother came back and...", she began choking on her words, her eyes becoming moist. "And they took me and left. We never could see each other again." She sat up shakily and brought her knees up to meet her bare breasts and hugged them. "Tell me that that won't happen, Ahuv", she whispered.

Adarani

Adarani smiled softly as Mathias spoke, nodding before she heard Merida speak. What she said made the Elder Goddess of Love frown. You knew that is what happened to Kalimdor, huh? Of course, I knew, Loyalty. Adarani used this moment to speak up. "I kind of figured that's what happened to him. The Valkyrie fled to New Sacrira and mentioned to the Monks and Nuns how the God of War's precense was missing from his new hall, Valhalla."

---

Ahuv, in Humanoid Form

Ahuv felt Mother let go of his hand while her own squeezed his thigh. He knew right away she had a nightmare. "What was it about?"

"I dreamt that my creator and brother came back and...", she began choking on her words, her eyes becoming moist. "And they took me and left. We never could see each other again." She sat up shakily and brought her knees up to meet her bare breasts and hugged them. "Tell me that that won't happen, Ahuv", she whispered.

The Blue Monk's eyes widened. I almost forgot about Kazus and 'Uncle'. At first. He did not know what to say, though it did not take long to decide. My own creator may end up with mixed feelings about my decision, once I tell 'Mother'. The Blue Monk smiled half-way as he used his hand to gently move the woman's head to where their eyes met. "It won't, because wherever you go, I go."

The moment he pressed his lips onto hers, everything else seemed to melt. This was his first kiss, one he never expected to occur in his life. All he could think of was how much he loved her.

---

Kenha, Davig, and Johntu

Kenha nodded towards Humble Kindness. "I hope that T'qul can fly faster than us Sacrirans."

The entire trio mounted the one provided. Davig figured if a mount could fly faster than a Sacriran, maybe Ruthtaika could consider breeding a similar kind of flying mount. Johnthu, on the other hand, though this was a joke, mainly because his wings have always been his main form of transportation, though he was not one to complain if his two friends would not. After all, they have seen more of the world than him.

((Ignore Lisosa)