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Rodrauge

The lord of soil, sand, stone, dust, and metal.

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

Description

ImageGod Name: Rodrauge

Creed: My flesh is the soil beneath your feet, my bone is the rock which surround you. I allow you to partake from my body that which you need to sustain yourself. Merely I ask that you treat this privilege with respect, for though I am slow to anger, I bend the very mountains with my fury.

Title: The slumbering father, The living continent

Gender: Is referred to as male.

Alignment: True neutral

God Appearance: His followers depict him as a cross between a snake and a wingless dragon. Though this isn't particularly accurate as Rodrauge is considered to be the living embodiment of the terrain itself.

Personality: Rodrauge is a very calm and patient being, though he can be very stubborn at times. He talks and acts like an old man. Always sounding tired, yet constantly speaking like he were talking to a child or someone younger then him, even with beings that could be argued to be older then he. Still he has a level head, and is willing to give someone the time they need to speak and will listen to what they have to say. Still though, even for one as patient as he there is a breaking point. If someone were to manage to anger him they would find that the lord of stone can display and unrelenting furry that could cause the very world to shake.

Opinion of mortals: Mortals are a trivial curiosity to Rodrauge. He neither likes nor dislikes the small flesh creatures, and tolerates the presence well so long as they do not grow too greedy for the materials they mine from his flesh. He does not complain that they take such from his body, and to those that manage to earn his favor he will even grant greater privileges in their harvest. Those that earn his ire though, shall find out the hard way what happens when the land no longer is as providing as before. "Respect the land, and it shall respect you."

God’s Domain:

God's territory: This is hard to explain as Rodrauge technically is his territory. The smallest pebble under your shoe too the tallest rock face. A small patch of dirt to a vast plain. All of it, every ore, rock and grain of dirt is a part of Rodrauge's body.

Portfolios Governed: He is the Lord of rock, soil, sand, dust and metal ore.

Symbol(s): The mountains

Creations



Giants
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Physical Description/Biology: The average giant is a humanoid that stands roughly fifteen feet in height. Generally they are very hairy and muscular in appearance as much of their body mass goes into their limbs. With thick hides, several inches of muscle and fat between their skin and bone, one can easily imaging that giants are both resilient and strong. Indeed, some have been observed to uproot whole trees with their bare hands alone.

The way they walk is sometimes described as lumbering, do to the illusion of such from their hunched over posture and the fact that their arms are actually longer then their legs, making it seem like they drag their arms as they walk. The average Giant's lifespan is roughly two centuries, with them not starting puberty until their late twenties. Even in their more advanced ages, a giant is still very fit and capable of much physical activity, and will only cease any sort of labor if they are sick.

Terrain preference: Giant's generally prefer to live in the mountains and hills, where their bodies seem more suited to handle rough terrain. They will also take up residence in forest and jungle and are known to make much use out of the natural vegetation. Their homeland, Ramatung, sits in the south east most corner of the know world, and compasses mountains, jungle, plains and dessert.

Culture: The giants are largely nomadic, with their livelihoods dedicated mostly to herding animals and gathering materials. The most of their animals are preferred to be large creatures, like the giants themselves, and as such things like water buffalo, giraffes and elephants are they're favorite herd beast, and they domesticate lions to act as 'sheep dogs' for the herd. They get much of their clothing, fabric materials and food from their animals, with cheese made from giraffe and elephant milk being considered a delicacy.

Giants do have some permanent settlements though. Small towns and villages that act as 'trade centers' where different herder tribes will pass through to exchange goods, get supplies, hear news about the other tribes, then move on. Building in giant lands are mostly made out of stone, carved and placed by hand, with hide curtains being a substitute for doors. These places help to ensure that there is a general unity between the giant tribes, and that they are able to communicate on a regular basis. The largest of these settlements is Torodram the unofficial capital of the giant's home land.

There is little much in the way of giant artistry or fashion since, as you can imagine, they have little time or supplies to use for paint or sewing. They do however have preference for carving in their society, and some giants proudly display stone or wooden statuettes as a part of ritual and religious significance.

While the giants aren't normally a very violent species, they do take great pride in their physical strength, and much of their games involve test and displays of their own might.

Language: Giant language is best described as 'rumbling'. It's words are pronounced with a lot of grunts, humming, and growls that make the speaker sound deep voiced.

Religion: Like many races, the Giants choose their creator god as their chief deity who would be Rodrauge in this case. It is part of their belief that Rodrauge gives apart of himself to support all life on this world, and all things that die turn to dust and become one with his soil. Thus they treat the lands around them with great care, as they believe that all they take from it is on loan to them from the earth god.

Giants will, however, acknowledge other gods. Riomu, Mérida and Adarani would all would likely be favored by herdsmen for the belief that they might watch over their animals and migratory tribes. Almaran, would also be ensured to gain favor from many giants considering their values on strength.

In the Lands of Ramatung, shaman are considered the true priest of Rodrauge. Elder members of the giant race, giant shaman have learn how to communicate with elementals, and are the only among the giants that can use magic of some description. (More on that in the magic section). They live as hermits for the most part, only communicating with the rest of the lands when sought out by other worshipers of the stone god for services relating to ceremony or when they themselves feel a disturbance that would require their attention. Generally shaman go on a pilgrimage into the deserts that border Ramatung in order to seek out the sand colossus Burmas at least once in their life times.

Level of technology: Giants aren't a particularly advanced raced, to most they would even appear down right primitive. The mobile header tribes live in tents, and what buildings they do construct are made almost exclusively out of stone, with wood being reserved for tools and containers. Much of their crafted items are made from animal hides and bone or leather and wood, however they are on the verge of discovering smiting, which allows some bronze to find it's into the mix. Forges are rare in Ramatung though, as it is difficult to manage smelters and such when the majority of the race are nomads. That said, the giants do take pride in their ability to take what they have build something from it. Their architecture, though unrefined, has a beauty all it's own from the size and sturdiness of it.

Social structure: Herder tribes and towns are usually headed by an elder giant, a patriarch or matriarch or sometimes both. There is little in the way of gender distinction, though females usually spend more time with the young. Shaman, priest of the stone god, generally have high status in Ramatung though they tend to be more recluse, choosing to living as hermits.

Important figure: Ramatung itself is headed by the elder council which consist of four of the lands oldest shaman and the Duraka, or high chieftain. The Duraka acts as a mediator between the four shaman who regulates votes on decisions from the council, and in times of war is commander in chief of the military. The current Duraka is a giant by the name of Hogrum

Important locations: Torodram, the mountain home. The city is likely the largest in size in all of the known world. Out of the body of a ancient mountain peak, generations were spent carving and digging literally by hand or raised up with the help of earth elementals summoned by shaman to create this humongous city. It is massive, with walls the cast vast shadows over the landscape, and each of its buildings is a monolithic structure that towers over the streets. The rare visitors that are allowed entrance into this great city will be struck dumb by its size and stature.

Durtuma, a massive dam constructed ages ago at the mouth of the north fang river. The giants built the dam to store rain water in the event of drought and it can serve as a point of shelter and defense for their people if the need were ever to arise.

Military: The giants are not normally a very war like race, and are content to simply tend to their herds. However when they do feel the need to march to battle you can feel them coming, as the earth will quake beneath their warrior's marching feet. There is very little that could repel a single charging giant and a whole pack of them is next to unstoppable. A horde of giants will most often meet their foes head on, believing it best to simply trample the enemy under foot, causing as much damage as possible and sending the smaller combatants into a panic so they will rout.

Giant's will bring massive and easily made clubs and spears or the occasional axe to bare against their foes. For armor they wear thick hides and leather to ward against arrows, spears and swords. In lieu of bows, which would be impossible to craft for a creature of their size, giants use large slings to hurdle rocks at their foes. Giant 'stone throwers' will carry a bag of huge rocks, between the size of a fist to larger then an adults head, and toss these stone over a large distance where upon impact they will break bone, cave in armor and leave massive welts and bruises. And in compensation for their lack of carvery the giants will bring in animals from their herds to act as war beast.

Temperament: The giants of Ramatung are a content and peaceful race for the most part. They a fine with simply spending their time tending the herds. They are slightly territorial, however and will regard outsiders with suspicion. They will only grow aggressive, though, if someone gets to close to their animals, of which they are very protective.

Magic: Shaman of the earth god spend decades of their lives in isolation and meditation as they try to become one with the earth. This is not metaphorical term, as priest of Rodrauge mean to literally turn parts of their bodies into solid stone, crystal, metal or some other form of material born from the the sleeping stone gods body. In exchange for becoming a part of him, giant shaman will be able to channel a small fragment of his power to shape and move the earth around them. The oldest and most powerful of giant shaman will convert their bodies entirely, and become earth elementals.


Other:


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Born from shards that broke free from Rodrauge's colossi children during their birth, fragments of their power grew into a race of spirits that inhabited mineral and sediment. Extremely resilient, these 'earth elementals' can endure for thousands of years within their bodies of soil and rock. The make up of their bodies varies between individual entities, both in the material they are made up of and the shape of their form, such as some having one complete body while others will 'levitate' different parts of different sizes in an orbit around their main body. The power and age of an elemental can usually be determined by it's size, as those with a larger body have more power with which to move that body. Being a creatures born of energy with no flesh and blood, most elementals can only be truly harmed by magic or a very potent disruption to their bodies.

Usually elementals live a very solitary and secluded life, away from other creatures or simply in a dormant state for long periods of time. They are, however, very territorial, and are known to attack people and creatures that get to close to them. Due to their very simple and disconnected life styles, most assume elementals are more like automation's with no real sentient thought, though many giant shaman and some magi claim to be able to learn how to 'speak' with them. Among those that make this claim, they state that elemental's communicate by making vibrations in the ground and with their bodies.




The four colossi.


The eldest of Rodrauge's children and his most powerful. They are demi-gods, all of them. Each inheriting a portion of his strength and an aspect of his personal nature. They are the guardians he assigned to stand post at the four corners of the world and watch over his sleeping form, and they also act as his envoys to the other gods.

Talmas of Iron: A metallic titan and the most humanoid appearing of the four colossi. Talmas inherited his fathers generosity, and is considered the most diplomatic of the four. He is noted for taking a greater liking to the inhabitants of the middle realm. He is the guardian of the East.

Armas of crystal: A being composed entirely of diamonds and gemstone, Armas is almost opposite of Talmas in personality. Inheriting his fathers foul temper, Armas is a very harsh creature, full of pride. He takes his position as guardian seriously and has little tolerance for those he considers the ungrateful and greedy. He is the Guardian of the North.

Domas of stone: Made of rock, and the one considered the closest in appearance to what many assume his father's true form would look like. Domas is even often mistaken for his father by younger mortals, mostly due to the similarities of their titles, and is considered the base for the cult of the stone gods idea of Rodrauge's form. Dormas inherited both his fathers patience and stubbornness, making him a rather gruff being at times but capable of showing a more grudging respect to those willing to speak with him. He is guardian of the West.

Burmas of sand: A malleable creature without permanent shape, the vast many grains of sand that make up Brumas shift and change constantly, but may merge into the shape of a giant worm if force to. Brumas was the inheritor of his fathers sleepy nature, and could be called the most slothful of the four. However when roused to due his duties he takes his task with a great seriousness, and a surprisingly quick divisiveness to complete. He is the guardian of the south.

So begins...

Rodrauge's Story

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Grom grinned, his tusks on full display as the giant rose to his full imposing height. Arm's the width of tree trunk, hands like boulders this would be a fight worthy of song. The Orc Battle Master's blood began to burn with a lust for carnage.

"At least you're not a coward... Come then!"

Grom barked before he breathed deep and let loose a mighty roar that was quickly echoed by his warriors who all roared in return. With that Gromash Doomblade charged his enemy with killer intent, his fearsome warriors close behind. Grom closed the gap first as he brought his axe high ready to bury it in the monster's chest and leapt through the air. The giant would have moments to react, block or dodge. Anything else would result in a quick end and a bloody corpse.

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When the mob rushed toward him, Tala leapt forward to intercept the orc leader, springing up to try and bite the arm carrying his axe. Rugos shot his hands up and clasped around the neck of a branch above him. With a simple pull he tore it from the trunk and swung the massive tree limb at the bulk of the advancing horde.

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The lioness leapt to the defense of it's master. With a roar tearing from its maw it pounced. The massive feline was ready to tear the arm of the attacker clean off yet the massive orc had no intention of allowing this creature to stand between him and his target. Grom skidded to a stop and brought his axe up to defend himself. The lion bit hard on the shaft of Grom's axe instead of into his arm. The beast snarled as the orc and lioness wrestled for a moment with the weapon between them. Eight of Grom's warriors were swatted away as if they were little more than a horde of angry mongrels by the giant using the tree as a club. Grom was growled and pivoted launching the lion over his shoulder to go skidding across the grass. The rough throw got the pet out of his way which is all Grom needed. He roared out in challenge and charged once again.

"Your pet can't save you from my axe!"

Grom bellowed as he swung his battle axe at the giants lower midsection.

While Grom battled the giant, miles away another orc was returning to his people after an enlightening chat with an elderly minotaur. Durotan took a seat after greeting a few of his clansmen. He was given a water flask and some dried meat to munch on while they waited for the hunter to arrive.

"Find anything in the forest War Chief?"

A young orc asked Durotan. They boy was no older than eight and the honest question brought a smile to the chieftains face.

"Pleasant conversation."

As one set of orcs was locked in battle and another enjoying a quite dinner their creator watched their comings and goings with pleasure. High in the skies of Kalimdor the eyes of lightning that belonged to the war god watched his people below and the pride in his heart swelled.

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Rugos saw Tala go bouncing across the edge of his vision. He didn't have a chance to affirm whether she was alright or not, because a second later the blade of an axe bit into his side. The young giant hollered at the sudden pain. He glared down at the orc leader, and released one hand from the log he held to swing a backhand aimed across the green-skins chest.

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The massive hand of the giant sent Grom flying only to tumble across the grass and skid to a stop feet away from where the blow was struck. Grom groaned in pain as he got to his hands and knees in pain, blood dripping from around his tusks. With a dark grin Gromash spit a mouthful of blood onto the dirt before rising.

"Now that's more like it."

He said as his warriors surged in around the giant ready to hack into the beast. It was then that the Orcish Battle Master bellowed out to his men.

"HOOOLD!"

The orc's held fast, knowing to disobey their leader would earn them a quick death at the end of an axe. Grom walked up to the giant, who was now bleeding from the gash in his side.

"Your's is a mountains strength. Impressive... It is that kind of strength the Horde values in a warrior. What are you giant man and from where do your people hail?"

Gromash asked with a fiery glint in his eye.

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Tala quickly returned to her masters side. Back arched and fangs ready as she stood between the orc and Rugos. Rugos clutched his side and starred down at the green skinned creature. He was wary, but glad that he did not have the mob of green skins trying to stab him from all sides for the moment. He growled slightly, wondering exactly what it was that this creature wanted from him exactly.


"I am a giant. That is the name of my people, those of us who were birthed in the south by Rodrauge, the sleeping father."

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Rodrauge, the name took firm root in Grom's mind and he held it fast. It spoke of ancient power, one that slumbered deep within the earth.

"Rodrauge?... He is your creator then giant? One who makes warriors such as yourself is a god we orc could support, if he brings us enemies to kill."

Grom brought his fist up and smacked his chest in greeting.

"I am Gromash Doomblade, Battle Master of the Orcish Horde and first Orc of Kalimdor God of War. I offer you and your kin a chance to join our ranks. Seek riches of plunder and battle to be yours. Count your strength with ours and your creator will have legions of new followers. What say you to that giant?"

The proposition made what was only needed was the young giants answer. While the Orc Battle Master awaited his decision the Orc Shaman Durotan sought communion with his goddess for the first time since leaving his homeland. While his people slumbered, Durotan walked out into the darkness of the night. Deep in the forest until he was alone with the trees and the spirits of the forest. Durotan knelt in the grass and set his hands on his thick, well muscled thighs as he took slow deep breaths. He concentrated on finding his balance and controlling his breathing for the meditative prayer. He would lay his insecurities to bear at the feat of his mistress and hope her kindness would be there to catch him. Once his mind and body were suitably in synch his shamanic spirit energy reached out to the spirit of nature to speak with the goddess who laid claimed to it.

"Earth Mother... Hear my call. I am Durotan, child of the Horde. Please... Please let me hear your voice. Tell me what I must do. I seek you out to find a home for my people. I need... I need to know what I do is right..."

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Rugos quirked an eyebrow at the orc's statement. First he wanted to kill him, then he wanted Rugos to join him. "I'd say you have a very strange way of making friends, hur Gromash Doomblade." He placed a hand back onto Tala's back to calm the lioness. "Tell me, if you will, what is it that interest you so in gaining battle and strength?"

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Grom cocked his head at the strange question by the young giant's odd question.

"What interest? Bah! You're an odd one boy!"

Grom said as he broke out into roaring laughter. The warriors around him and the giant chuckle as well yet kept a careful eye on the giant and lioness at his side. ONce Grom had regained his composure he explained.

"What more is there? For men and warriors to strive for then proving ones strength on the battlefield? To crush your enemies under your boot and leave their guts in the dirt? What finer feelling is there in this realm then the warmth of your enemies blood as it washes over the hand that swings the axe? We are orcs! It is what we are for, to fight, to kill and to die on the battlefield! The drums of war beat in our heart and our blood burns for combat. There is no thing greater to our people than the glories of war. One such as yourself must understand this."

While Grom gave his impassioned explanation to the young giant the Queen Regent was struggling to keep up with the arguing of Equallis and Disballis.

"What? Power of reproduction? You must be speaking of the blessings of Adarani. But how could you know about..."

Samamra uttered as the fear that these demons had somehow entered her mind and saw the blessing she herself received accounting for the seed of a child growing in her womb or that they had somehow infiltrated her shining city. Samara's hand went to her sword in an instant, fear driving her and it was then the anger of the Gods flashed in the sky.

Thunder boomed and lighting shot from the sky. One single massive bolt landed but a foot or so away from the circle of armored Valkyrie. Then there he stood, the creator in all his glory. Shining armor glinting in the sunlight, his crimson cloak whipping in the wind. His massive hammer firm in his hands. Yet it was his eyes that truly captivated all those who looked upon him, those bright orbs that were alive with lightning. His demeanor was wrought with anger as electricity sparked around him. The anger of the war god was palpable and caused the Valkyrie to stare with terror. His face stoic it was plain to see, the God of Thunder and Lightning was not pleased.

"You shame me with your actions Samara, for is this how you treat my kin?"

The realization that she had been speaking to kin of Kalimdor shook Samara to the core and she dropped to her knees in repentance.

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Adarani expected Nylia would show disrespect to someone who would have killed them, if still alive. Still, she wrote the Code of Monks and Nuns, and she expected herself to uphold it as much as she expected the Sacrirans to.Using some of the Paradise energy within her, she managed to lift the ashes enough to lean downwards and start using the clay from where she stood to supernaturally make the urn. "To whoever was provoked when Mathias rained fire down a cave, I hope you do not take this offensively, given the purpose, at hand." Somehow, the land was alive, that much was clear during that incident, yet she had no way of knowing who, if anyone, would have caused that earthquake. Either way, the dead had to be respected, a task she fulfilled by placing the ashes in the urn. "We probably stood no chance of making a difference in your resolve, Jute, yet I refuse to at least show some dignity by doing this for you."

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Morning. Hanryyt woke up half-sleeping until he remembered who was in bed with her. He rolled out of there without disturbing Nala and brought out the Monk outfit. Good, and the bugs are gone, too. As he put it back on, he could not help but glance over at her for a brief instant, jerking his head away when he noticed her nude. Come on! you're better than this! The young man let out a sigh a he admitted to himself that he honestly thought she was beautiful. How are we going to bring her home with us without causing everyone a heart attack due to indecency? All of a sudden, he came to the realization: his sister left a Nun uniform, from before being inaugurated as Grand Abbot of Agriculture, in case a woman needed it. Thanks, Ruthtaika. You really are a big help. He smiled a little while he laid the Nun outfit out where Nala would see it upon waking up.

Saulkavt took longer to wake up, though he came around. With the bugs gone, it was safe to put his clothes back on. This isn't over, yet...

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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.

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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…

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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.

The setting changes from Creation to The Middle Realm

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Nightling heard the snake’s words and answered “I saw the ash, I don’t know what you are just that you break the rules that gods follow. The only things that are close to your smell are the god that is broken in two which makes it half a god, or the two headed plant. If you had smell I would call it a dark snake, the one that died was dark warrior. Same blood different body, you are on the list of the alpha gods, earth king, old one, dark one, and king of the eaten. All others I would hunt in a moment of weakness, but you four I fear you for your powers. I feel a great hunt coming, and my instincts tell me you will be the best alpha to follow, I can almost taste the living god flesh, the plant god tastes terrible. youre a god hunter like me and if you hunt gods, then you will be a great pack leader.”

The setting changes from The Middle Realm to Creation

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It was mid-morning that day, the young she-giant remembered. The herder tribe had stopped to rest along the banks of the north Snake River and allow the water bison drink from the stream. In the far distance they could see the great shadow of the Durtuma peaking out over the rocky cliff faces. She could remember seeing the four faces carved into the side of the mighty dam. Each representing one the four colossi children of the sleeping father. Burmas of sand, Domas of stone, Armas of crystal, and Talmas of Iron.

They were the great guardians, protectors of the generous earth and it's children. Their images upon the great dam were a symbol of their guardianship, which signified this place as a safe haven for her kind.

That day, she remembered, that symbol had been shaken to its core.

It had been calm that day. She had jumped into a shallow part of the river to splash and play with her elder siblings. They had been playing a game of skipping stones, when the animals had suddenly gone quiet. Her sister had heard a noise on the far side of the river bank. The young giantess was quickly pulled back out of the water by her siblings when the faint sound of clicking and rustling grass grew louder, and the animals became increasingly nervous. She barely remembered the next part. It was mostly shouting of the elder tribesmen and loud panicked shrieks of the herd beast. Her young childish mind wasn't able to fully comprehend what was happening at the time. But what happened next she would never forget.

They came. Hundreds of them. Screeching and chirping in a hellish choir. They swarmed out of the brush and out across the river towards the herd. Towards her tribe. Her sister picked her up and carried her as they ran. Behind them all the men folk fit for battle, and even some of the women charged the horde as it approached, hopping to stem the tide long enough for the old and the young to flee. Her own father among those that stayed to stall the advancing foe.

She watched as she and her sister fled. She saw her father holler and roar. She saw him crush the attackers under foot and swat them away with his club. And she watched as he, and the others of the defending tribe, were overwhelmed by the intensity and sheer numbers of the attack.

The image of the bug creatures crawling up her father’s flailing form and dragging him down to the ground, to disappear under the writhing swarm of Insectoid hunters was forever burned into her mind. The serine peace that her tribe had known was shattered that day as what remained of them fled under the protective shadow of the Durtuma. And on that same day, the once peaceful giants found the seeds of war firmly planted within their hearts.

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Sithis and Chrysalis

It had been a very long time indeed since the separated parts of Jute had been within each other's presence. The Snake eyed the Sword warily. Chrysalis just winked and laughed. It was strange, having a new portfolio like imbalance was changing Chrysalis. She seemed to become more chaotic. The other parts of Jute were compensating by becoming more lawful. Sithis could feel the inherent struggle in Jute's many parts and it feared for the day they would be reunited.

Sithis turned to Othuma. "I have been your mentor for sssome time now. Thisss isss Chryssalisss. Ssshe will be your companion while I am gone. I mussst visssit mortalsss. We will have an army unlike any other."

Chrysalis walked up to Othuma. "I'm here for you now." She said as she pressed close to him and caressed his arm with her hands. The aura of death did not penetrate the crystalline armor that had spread across her hands. She winked at Othuma and smiled seductively.


The Crystal

In the deep reaches of the Inferno, The Crystal was silent with thought. Planning out the future was becoming more and more difficult as new additions were always being added. Thanks to Nylia, the Crystal knew that there would be a meeting on the summit of Hlradr. It would have Laska go there and see what the good gods were saying.

Nylia seemed to be losing her grasp and so The Crystal spoke to her. Nylia, the plan is working perfectly. You have managed to rid us of one army and our armies only grow larger. Our Allies to the north have begun to rid ourselves of our greater enemies and nuisances. You are the next part of the plan. Death must come to those who are corrupted. But perhaps you wish to visit the mountain and see what the gods will say?


Laska
The goddess of purity and innocence saw a flying figure in the sky. It was headed towards a mountain of tremendous size. Laska felt a drawing feeling as if a hook had been placed in her heart. “Something’s going on there, and I need to find out what it is.”

Laska flew upwards, purpose driven but filled with peaceful intentions. She landed next a huge building. She could just feel the power of many gods inside. The small goddess opened the huge doors and walked inside to see several gods. Some of the gods she had never met, though Mathias and Adarani she had. The puppy that had been accompanying her flew over to its mother as Laska stood over to the side of the room, shy and not used to this many people nearby.


Acanthus

The god of Magic continued to scry and search the realms for more gods while others were being drawn in by Mathias and his creations. It seemed to Acanthus that the gods who wished to be found or who did not care were all being called towards the mountain. Messages were sent from Acanthus to Rodrauge, Merida, Torsc, and Riomu.

“My brother (or sister), a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

Acanthus ceased his scrying as gods began entering the hall.

If anyone were looking deep enough into Acanthus’ eyes, they would see a subtle glint. But the quickened, silent, and still spell that Acanthus was casting was almost undetectable otherwise. Acanthus scanned the room as he walked in. Each god was lit up as their respective alignments gave off specific auras.
Adarani, Mathias, and Hanriot all glowed blue. Mathias and the goddess who had arrived in butterflies had regimented lines in their auras. Two of the other gods, the leonine one and the skittish looking god had silvery auras. The last god, a small child, had no aura at all. It was a very strange sight.

"Welcome to my hall, my brethren. Thank you for your patience as we await more arrivals."

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Laska

The young goddess watched the proceedings with apprehension. No one seemed to notice her there in the corner. She could not stop feeling the unease either as the two goddesses argued. She wanted to speak up but her shyness got the better hand. Then as everything calmed down, the wise one got up to speak and Laska felt as though she had lost her chance to say something.


Acanthus

The Elder god looked upon his brethren with curiosity and a mixed twinge of sadness and happiness. He would have loved to meet all of them, just not in circumstances such as these. As Nylia walked in, Acanthus was saddened even more. The poor girl had been through so much... Her once shimmering silvery aura now seemed to glow bright red. Acanthus released the spell on his eyes, he would not let this sight pain him more.

As Nylia spoke, Adarani seemed to explode in outrage. Acanthus let them talk, he knew better than to get between two angry women. Acanthus listened intently to every argument made, even by the newcomers. But he held his peace. Wise decisions and judgement came from the right knowledge and he did not have all of the information he needed.

Acanthus considered the views and claims by both parties. He knew that Nylia was not always forthcoming with the truth, however, he also knew that Adarani could be taken hostage by her emotions. He felt a tugging at his heartstrings for the needless deaths of thousands, but he could give no blame.

Acanthus was taken from his deep reverie as the new goddess who radiated a special, hopeful calmness called for a start to the meeting.

"Hmm," Acanthus said thoughtfully. He stood and bowed to his brothers and sisters. "Welcome, dear ones. I am pleased to see that so many of you came, though not everyone is here..." He waved his hands and a map appeared over the grand table. "Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida. I hope you will still come."

He waved the map away and returned his attention to the guests currently there. "Though I am happy to see so many brothers and sisters here, I am afraid it is because there have been terrible tidings. For those of you who have been born more recently, some information. You see-" As Acanthus spoke he waved his hand to reveal the sky above the mountain through the roof. "When a god perishes, they become stars and constellations." Acanthus made a pulling motion with his hand and the sky seemd to stretch and grow closer to the mountain. "This is the constellation of a dear friend, Craigin who lost his life to an unknown force. This branch was his symbol." The sky seemed to rush past them and a new constellation was in focus. "This is another symbol, a hammer, this was the symbol of the War god who perished some time ago."

Acanthus let the ceiling return to its original form. "Several new constellations have appeared most recently." He summoned the Bookshelf to him. "This is the Bookshelf of Knowledge. It holds information about every god who comes to existence. It does not hold enough information to be very useful, for I am not the ruler of all nor do I know all, but these books do seem to be connected to their gods in a very real way. When a god comes to life, they receive a book. When they die, the book disappears as well."

Acanthus let his words sink in for just a moment.


The Crystal

As the god of Wisdom spoke, so did the Crystal, but only Nylia could hear. You are free to meet our allies at any time Nylia. However, I need you to be calm but cautious right now. Your name shall be cleared of suspicion shortly. You will be seen as someone who will write the wrongs that have been done and then we can move forward with our plan to destroy more of these corrupted beasts.


Acanthus

"So you see my brothers and sisters, someone has been killing our kin." Acanthus pointed towards the shelf. "There is a murderer among us, though possibly not directly so." Acanthus looked towards the shelf. "And whoever is removing our kin from this world must be found and sto-." He stared dumbstruck at the shelves. A book that had been there had just disappeared. He opened the ceiling to view the sky again. A new constellation was rapidly forming. It had the appearance of a closed eye. "Prophecy and Secrets..." Acanthus said slowly. "A brother has just been slain..."

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The Four Corners of The World.

Twice a call had been sent out. One meant for their father. The first had gone unanswered, for still father had remained asleep, unwilling to wake even at the behest of his sibling divines.

However when the second call had been issued, the great four had stirred. They had grown lax in their duties as the guardians, being unprepared for the chaos invasion long ago and even going so far as to allow the god of all to place his own protectors over the world. A fact that some had become begrudged towards.

But more worrisome and pressing was this message sent for their father. A tale gods slain. They communicated amongst each other, through great tremors and subtle vibrations sent through the earth. Some dismissed the message, believing none capable of harming their father. It was argued back, however, that it would only be in arrogance that they ignored such a possible threat. And even if it was true that none could hope to challenge father in his might, he had charged them with being his envoys to the other gods, and refusing to meet with them on his behalf would be a great delectation of their responsibility. They had already failed once to act on fathers behalf. He would not tolerate such carelessness if they were to fail again.

An agreement was reached, and two of the four were sent to appear at this summit of the divines. Talmas, the iron Colossus of the east who had met with some of the gods present before, and Armas, the crystal colossus of the north, who insisted on being present this time as well.

The both marched, crossing many miles and shaking the earth beneath them with each step. Soon they would arrive at the summit of the mountain that the call came from, and meet with the gods once more.



Ramatung.

The tales came in like an angry wind on the desert. In times past the giant tribes had been attacked, there animals stolen. But never had they seen such malice and viciousness as this. The story of the child who escaped the devastation of her tribe at the Durtuma was just the latest in a long stream of disastrous raids by the 'bugmen'. And the simple fact that the creatures had pushed so far south into the their lands had brought a sudden fear to the already shell shocked giants.

An anger was brewing in the hearts of the giants. A rage the likes of which they had not felt in all their history. They demanded action, and the Duraka, under great pressure from the elder council, relented and sent out the call to arms. All across Ramatung, spears were made, thick hides stitched into armor, and large stones cut and prepared for slings. Even the bronze smiths at the foot of the great volcanoes found themselves found their talents turned towards the forging of great battleaxes.

The fury of the giants had been awoken, and soon the north would feel it.

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Mérida

The others had left her some time ago, but the departure of Laska seemed to have been felt the hardest. She cared for the child, feeling somewhat protective of the young goddess. She had returned to the sapling she had grown within the heart of this city, the rough and rigid 'civilization' of this place had seemed too confined for her tastes at first, perhaps it was the hard edges of the stone constructs, but despite that she felt reasonably at ease here. Her little touch of nature, the tree now stood nearing double her height, was in part a memorial for a god she almost met and could almost remember feeling a connection to his being that had been stripped away to nothingness before it had existed at all. The feeling gnawed at her, aching inside her like phantom pain spreading throughout her body. It bothered her greatly, at the loss of this almost stranger yet kin, and more so at the architect of such an act. A strong, regal voice shattered her moments reprieve, causing her to look up at the winged figure hovering nearby.

"My Lord wishes for any God to gather with Lord Acanthus to discuss a topic of great importance."

She lent her head to one side as she muttered the name of her ‘brother’ her mind filled with flashes of a colour beyond her ken and sparks of energy as it invoked the true meaning of who he was to her.

"I thank you for informing me. I will make haste to visit my kin. I have not managed to meet many since awakening." She stood, wincing slightly before bowing to the creature and smiling warmly as it flew away.

She turned and lightly stroked the neck of the small puppy that she had been given. "I wonder why he wishes to see me?" she muttered to it, half to herself before a brief flash of pain marred her features. "It would appear that I’ve failed to rest enough, but there may not be time for that just yet." She sighed softly to herself before taking a moment to work out where the mountain in question lay, and began to make her way there. Her body fading slightly as it melted away into a rainbow mix of colours spread across the sky.

Halfway to her destination she felt an echoing voice reverberating throughout her being, and voice spiked by fear and worry, tempered by concern and pale fury. Her flight faltered as she stumbled across the heavens, falling fast for several moments before alighting herself in the air.

“My sister, a time of dire need has come across the middle realm. Gods have been killed. I ask you to join me at the top of Mount Hladr. We must take the punishment for these murders into our own hands. Your brother, Acanthus.”

"More have been killed? More than just Kalimdor?2 she shivered slightly and hugged herself tightly in the sky, her body reforming as the wind blew her hair around her. "What is happening in this world..." she cried softly to herself before setting her jaw and making all speed towards the mountain. Her head tilting slightly as she noticed what appeared to be two giant figures making their way towards the summit, who she assumed must be more like her.

She arrived at the great chamber of this ‘Acanthus’ shortly after the last summons she had received, her thoughts somewhat confused due to many of the other deities of this world being little more than strangers too her for the most part. Though despite this she felt she could trust this one, who from what she could understand was one of, if not, the eldest of their kin. This didn't make her feel anymore comfortable inside the building, the hard stone and tingle of contained energy within making her slightly claustrophobic and crave the wilds once again. She had been away too long and missed her creations and her lands.
Upon arriving at a slightly darkened corner of the chamber her bright eyes took in all those in attendance, many of which she did not know. This in itself was not surprising given that beyond the few she had met there was not many of her kin that she did know. She smiled, her concern ebbing as she laid eyes on the young Laska. She also noticed the presence of Mathias within the hall, and his attendance helped to put her mind more at ease in attending this gathering; after all he had been the one who she had first met upon awakening.

Though before she had been noticed within the halls, or had begun to make her way towards those she knew she caught the final words of whoever had been speaking to this gathering. Her heart stopping as she tried to make sense of the words.
“As for the others who are not here, Torsc, Riomu, Rodrauge, Merida, any other God who is not in the Great Hall at this moment, are all under suspicion of murder, so Rhaegar and I shall keep an eye out for these people as we search, knowing that they could have done it.”

She furrowed her brow and shivered again as she saw the speaker, feeling cold and alone in the hall. She moved forward slowly at first but gaining speed and momentum as she regained control of her emotions. She bowed slightly towards Mathias and Adarani, greeting them with respect as well as smiling towards Laska.

She continued till she stood near the centre of the room for all to see, her eyes lingering and narrowed towards the goddess who had accused her of murder, and bowed curtly to all in attendance. She stern gaze lasted only a moment before she smiled softly up towards Acanthus.

"Greetngs Brother, and to all of you. I apologise for my lateness, but I’m very weary in the aftermath of the attacks made upon this world by the beasts of chaos. But I offer my assistance in seeking those who hunt us and I will do all that I am able in order to aid in this endeavor and find those responsible."

She bowed her head towards the god of magic once more before stepping back slightly to stand near Mathias again, her outward posture still spoke of the suffering of the wild but also of her resolve to help weather this coming storm. While on the inside she believed that she was being targeted for some unseen slight and, fearful for her creations, she turned her focus for a moment towards the darkest parts of her domain, ensuring that her El'Dorun were still protecting the fledgling realm of her young Eldalie.

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As the gods atop the mountain talked amongst themselves, a distant rumbling echo from far below. It was quiet at first, barely more then a few 'thump' 'thump' 'thump's that were unnoticeable or ignorable in favor of the more important conversation.

Then it spontaneously got much louder.

A thundering BOOM roared up from down bellow, and the mountain shook as if some massive object had hit it's base. A second great crash was both heard and felt. Then a third. And then a fourth. Gradually the sounds grew louder, and closer as though whatever force was assaulting the rock face was ascending it's height. Finally a humungous hand made of iron broke free of the cloud cover and clasped the peaks. Quickly, a titanic figure hoisted itself up in full view of the building housing the assembled gods, and was soon followed by another. The second figure reached out and grabbed hold of the halls roof. A great crash of breaking material sounded as the ceiling was torn away. Followed by a booming voice shouting. "Armas! Be careful."

Soon two massive heads peaked over the ruined remains of the ceiling. One of crystal, and one of Iron.

Settling themselves on a point where they could comfortably stand, they waited for the shaking caused by their movements to stop before speaking. Talmas of Iron was first, bowing his head slightly in respect. "Greetings to you, great divines." His voice echoed. "We apologize for both our intrusion and delayed arrival. We are the sons of the stone god, and have come before you on his behalf."

"Now," Cut in Armas. "What is this talk of a murderer you have called us for?"