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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, MĂ©rida 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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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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#, as written by Wake
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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MĂ©rida

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?"

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She shook in the brisk winds of where she was born, the once calm breeze now turning against her. Her arms wrapped her unnourished body, shaken up by all of the events that just occurred...or shall occur. She couldn't understand why she saw that, why she was subjected to that torment, but soon, as she began to calm down, she remembered. Her name was Diana, she was the Goddess of Prophecy, the Soul, Learning, and the Stars; it was in her blood to see these visions of the future...but what was her duty? What was her purpose in this realm? That was something she needed to find out, something she needed to learn.

As another gust of wind blew past Diana felt blades of grass whipping at her legs, reminding her of her indecency. She was a Goddess, creating something to cover her body with modesty should be one of the easiest things she could do, yet she was still unsure of herself. She willed the remaining clouds around her to change form, and drape her body in cloth. Soon she deemed the clothes she made appropriate, though her ideas on modesty could be different from the other Gods...were there any other Gods? Was she the only one out here? No...there was Kazus before her, but were there still others?

Diana did not know what she was to do, all she could do was walk. Observe. Learn. She saw the expanses of what she assumed was her land, ferocious volcanoes, misty islands, tall mountains, and shadowed lands. They were all beautiful areas, but they were empty, deserted, all that was left were the remnants of past civilizations before her time. So, she moved on, and continued her trek Eastward. She saw people of nature, ones who lived in vast forests, she saw winged creatures, in a state of unrest, she saw many things but one intrigued her the most...for reasons she was unsure why...she was most intrigued by a grand mountain, high above the deserts and the other mountains of her land and the winged people's, she knew that there she was going to learn a great amount of knowledge. She had to go.

Once she made it to the monumental mountain she began to climb. She had to make it to the top, that's where she had to be, where she would start her journey in this new world. She attempted numerous styles of Godly travel that she had been practicing on her trek to the mountain. She tried manual climbing, among other things, but she had decided to choose to float, like the stars far away from the land she was on now. Perhaps that's why she was so attracted to the mountain, for it's zenith reached a point so high...that perhaps it could reach the stars...She would reach the stars one day, after she learned what she was meant to do, why she was born.

Once she made it to the top of the mountain she saw a grand monument. What could this structure be? Was this where she was meant to learn? She also saw two giant creatures, there souls what she assumed to be mortal. She addressed them with a nod, though they were spectacular creatures they were not who she was searching for, and she couldn't appreciate there beauty until she addressed the matters she had to. She decided the only way to find out what was in the structure would be to open the doors. So that is what she did, and what she saw was amazing, numerous other Gods crowded in the room, each with a soul different from the next, Gods of Justice, Beasts, Revenge, Hope...but the soul that drew her inside the structure, was the soul of a seemingly old God, a soul that exhibited Knowledge, Wisdom, and Magic, his soul showed her that he was Good, but wished to keep a position of Neutrality. That was the man she had to speak to...that was the man that would teach her.

Soon Diana realized she had interrupted something important as the souls were wavered, possibly agitated by her presence. They all looked so different from her, most radiated beauty and esteem, while her features were hidden by her robes, except for the bottom portion of her face. She cleared her throat, attempting to speak to her siblings for the first time, hoping they would be forgiving of her if she stepped out of line, "...I apologize if I am interrupting something of importance...but I wish to speak to the God of Wisdom..." she left a lot of information out of what she stated for that was how she was, the time for speaking would come when her and the God of Wisdom were alone, "So if it's not too much of a bother, I would greatly appreciate an audience with you in private wise one," she said, staring intently through her hood at the Elder God.

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A single seed would fall from the sky, the recycled divinity of war fresh in the air would find it's way into the heart, the tormented dreams and disillusion of sleep, and the anguish. This seed was haunted as if it'd gone wrong, it's powerful shell cracked and damaged as if it had been slow to fall, the while it fell victim to turbulence in the confines of space. The rapid formation of constellations creating the utmost intensity in the space surrounding the world stage, the playground of the divines. It would land with a soft whisper of noise, though the presence of a new God setting another gear grinding about the realm, the presence no doubt known.

Charoum would break from his shell cloaked. Looking about the small crater quizzically, a vast one-sided wall of knowledge would encompass him, and yet basic principles were void. He knew not what to do, or what to say, not of the empty space surrounding him. But what was felt, was a massive amount of power from somewhere in the realm, not to far, and yet entirely to far to contemplate, more presence about further contributed to the confusion.

So it was decided to walk, he managed the crater with a gentle ease taking in his surroundings with understanding that came in bits and pieces, it was a slow but gradual process that lead him through a bout of absent action to the foot of a massive mountain arranged in some peculiar fashion when compared to the rest of the land, as if this one piece of the realm was touched.

He stared up expectantly, in deep thought over the integrity of a decision to investigate the vast power at the peak of the mountain. The sudden shaking of the ground threatening his balance for a moment before he conquered his composure, only to nearly fall once more with the deep shaking of the Realm. He'd raise an eyebrow beneath the hood before ascending the steep climb.

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Mathias

Mathias listened to Adarani, speak as he turned his head towards her. As she mentioned her winged pups seem to have been in close contact with the suspects. Since they all seem to have this deep, psychic connection, Mathias was relatively sure that the pups would alert Adarani if they witnessed these murders. That and he doesn't know Adarani to be a liar, so her word is good. Even if it wasn't what would see have to gain by lying about it? The only reason she would is if she was the killer, but Mathias knows that to be totally ridiculous. While he trusts her word, it wouldn't hurt to be on guard around them.

As if one cue, one of the suspects arrives. It was MĂ©rida as she strode in and bow before himself and others. Mathias nodded to acknowledge her presence. While he is certain MĂ©rida isn't the type to be a killer he watched her for any strange going ons. So far MĂ©rida is acting in the ordinary. Most likely she isn't the killer, especially her acceptance to find the true killer. If she was to be the culprit Mathias is sure the culprit wouldn't boldly enter this room, knowing full well he or she would be captured. Then something strange would happen next. Boom and boom. Much like the sounds of thunder, came roaring up the mountain side. Mathias knew not what it was, but whatever it was it seemed to get closer.

As Mathias listened in on their not so subtle arrivals, Mathias felt out to notice something similar. It wasn't godly energy, but it sure was familiar. Mathias then whispered to Adarani, "Be on guard something large is coming." Mathias spoke his voice betraying any hints of worry. As he calmly sat there and prepared for what may happen next. Then what came next he didn't expect. The roof itself was ripped off, and already Mathias couldn't believe the intrusiveness of such a guest willing to tear down the host's home just to gain an audience. But when he saw who it was, he then immediately remembered. "What!?" "Not you again!!" Mathias spoke rather surprised and a bit flustered seeing Talmas again. His last encounter with him was some thing he would rather forget. He then slowly looked towards MĂ©rida again as he imagined her naked when they first met. Mathias then coughed a harsh cough, as he shook his head rather violently to dismiss the image of her in his head. "No, no not again, stop with this foolishness Mathias!" He yelled to himself in his thoughts. He sweat a little as he slowly looked towards Adarani, "No....I can't have her worry...she shouldn't know what happened it was embarrassing enough, but if she learned...she may yell at me!!!" Mathias whined within his thoughts. He then quickly tried to regain his composure as he looked up to the colossi.

This time Talmas was with a friend, another Colossi no less. It seems they have come on behalf of their creator once more. Mathias began to wonder, why the god doesn't bother to answer anything for himself. Is he really that busy or does he find the rest of his kin below him? Or maybe he is just extremely lazy. Anyway they are here to speak of the killer, but do they know their creator is a suspect? Would it be wise to tell them such? Mathias has no idea what kind of person their creator is, because so far they always appeared in his stead. That alone doesn't help decrease suspicion, still though if he is the killer would he recklessly allow his creations to come here? Would he?

Then came another being whose intrusiveness seems more brash than the Colossi. She irradiated godly energy and obviously came for Acanthus, but now isn't the best time to burst in here and demand to see another. Well, maybe it's not so much bursting in as Talmas already sought to that. Doesn't anyone appreciate a serious meeting? Oh well he's just being critical, because the situation is intense. Someone is killing them off and some people her don't seem to be as affected by this serious problem. Mathias was even a bit envious to be that aloof, sometimes he takes things to seriously and being able to lighten up would be nice once in a while. Still though this isn't one of those times. Mathias then stood up to address the newcomers.

"Yes, we are in the middle of a discussion of the greatest importance." "Acanthus has called us to discuss about finding a killer of gods, and bringing them to justice." "Yes children of Rodrauge, there is a murderer amongst us." "He or she has killed many and will kill again." "We are just about to send our best trackers and warriors to find the culprit and hopefully detain them." Mathias spoke. "If you know anything suspicion that pertains to this matter, I implore you to speak your piece." Mathias spoke addressing the newcomers. He hoped to gain as much information as possible, it is imperative for the upcoming case once the killer is found. Mathias then sat back down as he watched the new arrivals, looking for anything suspicious.

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Laska

Proceedings were well on their way as Laska snapped out of a daze. She seemed to be losing hours and sometimes even days at random intervals. During such times she could hear whispers and it felt as though her eyes saw many different places at once. However, just like every other time, Laska forgot what she had seen and heard as she came back into consciousness.

Everyone seemed alert and scared as a book vanished from a book shelf. Laska watched confused as gods got up and demanded to find and bring the perpetrator to justice. Laska was about to ask what was happening, but then she noticed the speeches were about murders.

The peace within her snapped as the talk of justice spread throughout the chambers. All the while, Laska could feel her heartbeat booming within her chest. It was getting louder and louder every second as time seemed to slow down. Then she screamed as the roof was lifted from the Hall. Laska grew wings instantly and flew towards the other gods in an effort to be protected and held.


Sithis

The snake left quickly and began on its journey southward. As Sithis slithered, it encountered less and less snow. Soon it entered a grand forest, filled with swamps. The snake followed it’s flicking tongue towards the scent of reptilian mortals.

It was in a small clearing that Sithis found an older looking reptilian creature that was helping a younger one heal its charges. Sithis waited for them to finish before it called out telepathically to the younger mortal. Surely you are meant for greater things than this.


Chrysalis

Chrysalis felt a tingling sensation as Othuma placed his hand on hers. She pressed her body even closer to his as her black hooded clothes became a black shimmering dress. “You’ll find there are many ways to satisfy me Othuma.” The sword said with a wild and seductive grin. Then she looked up into his eyes as a wild impulse came over her. She took his hand and drew her crystal blade. “And you know how we can spread even more death?” She said as she sliced a shimmering hole through the air. “War.”


Acanthus

Acanthus nodded thoughtfully as the Lion and Nylia stepped forward to conduct the search. He was unsure of Nylia’s motivations, but the proud hunter looked as though he would search out the murderer with little to no trouble at all. Another goddess stepped forward and offered her help. Acanthus was pleased. “Of course we shall all offer whatever we can to bring this murderer to justice and I thank you all for your attention and help.” He turned to the two gods who had stepped forward first.

“You two are certainly well qualified for this mission, and I am extremely honored to have you with us in this time of need.“ Acanthus started to say more but was cut off by loud pounding noises. He looked up to see the roof being torn away from the grand hall. Acanthus shielded himself and those nearby from falling debris and looked at the two colossi with interest. “Sons of the Earth itself join us.”

Another goddess chose this time to enter as well and request a private audience with Acanthus. A lesser god, like the panicked child who bore no aura, might have been overwhelmed. Acanthus, however simply held his peace until all was more settled and quiet. He turned to the new goddess. “If you will wait but awhile, you might learn something. Then I will address your questions.” Then he turned to the colossi, “Yes, there have been murders and soon we shall find them. Thank you for responding to my message so quickly, though I wish your father could have been here.”

Acanthus addressed everyone in attendance, “Murders among gods are indeed a matter of great importance and in order to avert any more deaths and a potential crisis, I ask everyone to be on guard. We must all prepare for the worst and we must look to each other for safety and fellowship.” Acanthus bowed to the crowd. “I am happy to serve you in any way I can. For now, however, I must make arrangements for a new home for my mortals and a new base of operations for myself. A mountain, while easily defendable, is also extremely open to potential hostile invaders. “Acanthus waved his hand upwards towards the non-existent ceiling as proof. Acanthus created several rings, each one a simple silver band. “These are communication rings. Simply speak the name of the person you wish to speak with and you will be able to talk to them as clear as if you were standing at their sides. So long as they have a ring as well, of course.”

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God of Cowards, Keys and Rats


The ragged tattered man heard the great ruptures that came from the earth, the only thing that caught the God’s fullest of attention among all this dangerous talk. His broken hands banged against the door he was behind over and over again in a sudden mad fit of panic, his toothless black gums spat out horrid moans behind the great door as he clawed it over and over.

“THE EARTH! THE EARTH IS EATING ITSELF!”

The cowardly mad god mistook so keenly at the arrival of the great creation of the stone god.

“Soon! Soon! Soon there will be no more ground to stand upon once it has finished! And we will all be drowned by the great sea! Take anything you can! Build strong rafts! Prepare for the great drowning!”

The old creature ranted again continuing banging against the great door and screamed on the top of his crusty lungs. The creature leaned against the door still his nostrils blaring at the stale smells around him as a rat crawled out of his nose and slithered downward back into the darkness of the tunnel behind him. He heard the others slowly arrive, he saw them through the smallest of cracks that made the very thick keyhole, his god like perception funneling through such a tight and small opening.

The peeping creature remained as he was in the dark and in the squander of filth as his mad rantings stopped again as the fits left him once more. The moans were left though but they were much fainter this time as he occasionally scratched at the great door some more like some mangy dog. Finally he hollered something else.

“THE ONE!”

He stammered through a faint sounding whine pass the great door.

“She that whispers to the flies with colorful wings! She is innocent of all things! Innocent! I have witness! Witness! Seeing her since the world cradled her back life! Did not kill! So she is removed from all suspicious things!!”

He hollered. As murderers go it was time to drop alibis.




City with No Name


In the ancient ruins the rabble like mob dragged the three Vitaiim and the three Templarim by heavy ropes and even meat hook jammed into their once beautiful wings. Whenever they attempted to fly upward the majority would wrench them back down, the renegade Scaririans continuing to encircle the mob above them like vultures screaming and squawking “SPIES! SPIES! SPIES!” all the way there. A great deal of people were amassed by one of the old fountains worked by the city’s waterworks collecting dirty murky water from damaged systems as it was the only water they could access.

Bromm, the supposed half giant leader of the mob halted the group to get a drink, the ropes were nailed downward by Tagum, a Deverall craftsman of their large band.
“I say we do it here! Slice their dicks and tits off of them so their gods won’t be able to tell what kind of thing it was!” One member of the mob plotted as the Valeish in the scars spoke as he gripped the rusted looking knife in his hand as the proposed tool of the deed.

“No!” Another Valeish objected suddenly slightly nervous under all the stress of what they were doing. “These birdmen are apart of Ardani! She is not a war like being! They are harbingers of peace!”

“And war!” one of the Renegades squawked above. Perching himself upon the ruins he pointed at the trapped former brethren bellow all the heavy ropes and thick nailing hooks. “The great mother has too many enemies! If these birdmen would return to their lands they would told her of this place and she would want to help! All she would succeed in doing is bringing all her wars and all her troubles to us! We do not want them! We should skin them alive!”

A small group of Klik’kik-t that had followed the mob snapped their claws together. “Tongues, Hands and Eyes!” They spoke in unison for a moment, the swarm like mentality “When their gods speak to them in the afterlife they will not be able to tell their tale of the city of no name!” There was a great flare of words exchanged each suggestion more grizzly than the last before the great man in his booming voice finally yelled over the crowd.

“Enough! We will take them to the council! They will decide the fate of these birdmen!” He barked at the majority cringed at the sheer power of the man. Tagum was forced to wrench each nail out as the six prisoners were dragged further about the city, a bloody and gruesome spectacle for the majority of starving, shambling dregs that now overcrowded the crumbling ruins of this lost city.

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Adarani, through her link to Mariva (the winged puppy accompanying Merida) noticed Mathias' uneasiness at the sight of Merida. She did not look in Mathias' direction, yet the Elder Goddess of Love's expression made it obvious she was a little bit angry at what she assummed he was thinking. Then again, it would seem he was making an effort not to think about it, so she was not too angry. Still, with Merida right next to Mathias, Adarani pulled the Elder God of Justice closer to her as a way of making Merida aware that she would not appreciate any advances on Mathias the Goddess of Nature would make.

Mariva, the female winged puppy accompanying the Goddess of Nature, laughed nervously and whispered, "Uh, Aunt Merida... I think mom is a bit jealous. You see, she has had romantic feelings for Mathias for quite some time, so... that explains her behavior, right now."

Angelira, the female winged puppy that travels with Adarani, received the ring for her and placed it on the Elder Goddess of Love's finger due to the fact Adarani was not about to let Merida have a chance at something with the Elder God of Justice. Davidni, the male winged puppy accompanying Mathias, simply shrugged and said to Merida, "Don't worry about it, Miss Merida. Mom does not hold any ill will towards you."

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The six Sacrirans barely had time to react before ropes were upon them. To make matters worse, members of their own kind were hollering at them with the accusation of them being spies. That was downright insulting, considering they should know better than to even consider something like that. the torture was barely enough to handle without blacking out. They were losing blood more rapidly than they would like. It was a great thing Adarani made each Sacriran with such high endurance, especially the Templarim, who could handle worse than what was going on.

All appeared to be lost until all of a sudden, a flash of light surrounded them and their assailants. The six Sacrirans did not even realize what was going on until that light faded to reveal part of the mob knocked unconscious, the others fleeing in a panicked frenzy to their hiding spots. Naturally, the half giant was still standing, yet it would seem he was struggling a little to move. There in front of the mob leader was another winged person, yet less humanoid than the Sacrirans. This individual did not look anything like any of the Sacriran races. The head was that of a bear, the wings were different shades of green, and there was heavy armor instead of the monk or nun uniforms the Sacrirans are accustomed to.

It was not until after a few moments of angry glares that this bizzarre and unfamiliar being spoke in a calm, yet solemn voice. "You were about to make a grave mistake, half-Giant. To harm a Sacriran under false accusations could have meant permenant infertility for you, as it did for fifty Beta Amares who deceived the entire Old Sacriran Order into thinking they were only going for Hanryyt Androscaf na Davutite for his crimes, just to leave the country vulnerable to attack. Such acts of war will never be tolerated by the immortal Intervim, whose deity we leave anonymous. So long as nations fight amongst themselves, as long as mortals call for armies to arm themselves for war, for the duration of time sensless murders are commenced in the name of one's country, we shall be there to put an end to it. Mark my words. No amount of excuses, threats, or other circumstances shall deter us from our task."

The bear-headed Intervim then left immediately, considering the mission to be complete. Using stealth magics while in the sky, he made it back to his barracks to report the results to a female deer-headed Intervim who was his commanding officer. She replied with, "Excellent work, Sergeant Yzaktre. Not only did it save some mortals' lives, but it will also help make the entire Middle Realm aware that the time when war will continue with impunity is over. Your next mission will take place among those Sacriran Republic and the Sacrian Federation. It is predicted the two nations will go to war, soon. When they do, you shall be part of a battalion meant to stand between both sides before even a drop of blood can be shed. You cannot be seen while doing so, unlike back at those ruins."

"Yes, Ma'am!"

Meanwhile, the three female Vitaiim were healing themselves and the three male Templarim with them, restoring everyone to their healthy states, though a few of the scars remained on each individual due to being unable to remove them. The Vitaiim woman who first introduced the group to La'moire prayed to the Goddess of Light shortly afterwards with: We're sorry, milady La'moire, but we were ambushed by the residents of the city while we were cleaning it up. Thankfully, a powerful being calling himself an Intervim saved our lives without killing anyone or causing any permenant damage. It is your call, milady: should we stay and continue tidying things up, or should we be on our way?

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Adarani's eyes widened when she heard Mathias mention talking together in private. She simply nodded prior to her hand being taken as he led her to an area further away from the main group. She listened and observed his expressions, yet she could not believe what it all implied. Many a Sacriran, Valeish, or other mortal she has seen during her travels behaved this way during one of those special moments she had become all to familiar with. She knew even before the diamond ring completely appeared what he was going to ask, which made her blush while her heart raced in anticipation. At last she heard Mathias propose to her.

Her eyes lit up in a joy too great for words. Her every move and expression made clear her answer. Adarani had been waiting for this moment for a long time, and it finally came. Her impulses led her to happily cry out, "Yes!" Just as she shouted that, she grabbed him into a big hug, at the same time. The embrace was followed by her gazing into his eyes, her own sparkling. She gently closed her eyes, afterwards, and pressed her lips onto his. This moment made her feel even more fluttery inside. She knew there were matters to attend to, but at the moment, all she felt was bliss. After all, having waited for more than a century, who would not feel like she did after what was waited for finally came true?

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Meanwhile, the Sacriran Republic made one last attempt to have the Federation rejoin them in the "crusade to punish the war lovers." the fleets and air forces of both sides were already at the borders separating the two nations while negotiations went on. Congress and the President debated the issue heavily. Whatever happened from that point would determine the future of all Sacrirans not under Betan rule. Were the Federation to give in to the Republic's demands, it would mean constant warfare at a magnitude no sane leader would hope to survive. There was that, and there were rumors of the Betans holding an utter disdain towards Adarani. The Federation knew, as well as the New Order did, that if both the Republic and Federation were to attack the Empire, it would only add fuel to the fire, something they could not allow.

And so, the following letter was sent to the Republic by the Federation President, himself:

"Fellow Sacrirans among the Republic,

Your demands are unjust. We have neither the strength, nor the will, to engage other nations and contribute to the vicious cycle which has led to our current situation, to begin with. Such insanity would only serve to bring about chaos and barbarism at a magnitude one cannot hope to escape. It is natural for mortals to feel malice, and pain, not to mention a desire to hurt others. However, unless those thoughts and emotions are kept under control, they are a threat to civilization itself.

In short, our policy remains: complete neutrality. We will not budge or be enticed to do so under any circumstances, and we are willing to fight to maintain that neutrality. That is our final word.

Signed,

Davidklajh Androsti na Jordiikite
President of the Sacriran Federation


Upon receiving the letter, the Eastern Consul of the Republic became infuriated, hurling insults to nobody in particular, all the while slamming his fists onto his desk. "Damn those war lover sympathizers! How can they call themselves just when they write lies like this? We must eliminate the leaders of those war lover filth before they can manage to spread their tyranny further! That is the only way we can achieve peace, at this point! The time to remove our prime obstacle has come!" His fist was lifted up in an obvious rage. "For the purification of our ravaged Realm!"

As the first shots from the Ironclads on both sides were made, a Vitaiim Messenger was already en route to the Divine Isle in the customary mail delivery uniform issued by the Federation government. He landed in front of the capital's castle and handed an envelope which was, as he put it, "Meant for the King and Queen's eyes, only. It is urgent that they know what is going on in the Sacriran Nations."

He next flew to New Sacrira, where he sought an audience with the Queen on important diplomatic matters. Once admitted, he went to the throne room and handed the letter, bowing the customary Sacriran way which has lasted since before the Cataclysm, with both hands together, flat the whole time, the upper torso leaning forward while the legs stood straight up. To her, he mentioned his hopes for her understanding while giving the traditional good-luck saying just as old as the other Sacriran custom mentioned earlier, "Serenity and great harvests to you." With that, the mailman left for the Federation capital to report the delivery a success.

Inside both letters were these words:

Your Highnesses,

I regret to inform you of the current climate at home. As you might as well know, Many of our own brethren have been stricken by grief the magnitude of which has caused their hearts to become crooked. It is madness, total insanity. The Western Sacrirans in the Republic are so infuriated by the invasion and its horrors, they are under an insane outcry for vengeance. They are willing to cause more chaos and agony, to contribute to the endless cycle of hatred and retaliation, just to satisfy some vain sense of justice. Their drive for revenge is anything but just, which was why we Eastern Sacrirans broke away from the Republic and formed the Federation: to stay out of the unjustifiable carnage to come. Unfortunately, the Republic began hurling threats and insults to us, falsely accusing us of sympathizing with advocates of war.

The hypocrites have brought war to our borders, it is inevitable they will attack us. In fact, by the time you receive this message, we most likely shall already be fighting to defend ourselves and our neutrality. Should we fall, all other Sacrirans not under a non-Sacriran nation's rule shall fall with us. That, we cannot allow. In order to protect the integrity of our attempts at neutrality, we respectfully request that you not be involved in this conflict. If you were to bring your soldiers and sailors to our waters for any reason, at this time, the Republic would only grow angrier, more insane. They would claim their accusations were justified, something which would mean a prolonged feud.

Signed,

Davidklajh Androsti na Jordiikite
President of the Sacriran Federation

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"If it is inevitable, shall we continue to fight or to accept? Perhaps, it is better to understand it then smile..."



The discussion between gods, the decision they had arrived to, the swirling emotions much like a hurricane filled the hall, they were all enough to make the epithet of Hope remained silent and satisfied with observation. Troubling? No, she was not exactly deeming the death of gods as such. Irritating? No, it was not that as well. Sad? Yes, she felt just so. Concern? There was that as well for herself and for those around her. Fear? Certainly, she did not want to die. Then again, she was also curious. Her fellow gods spoke that killing gods were taboo. It is due the consequences that can never be measured. But then again, the creations flooding the Middle Realm were not subjected to such a thought. Fueled by ambitions, pushed to the limits, anchored by necessity, they will not hesitate to end a life. Repercussions were established but need not care

Thinking about it, the life of the Middle Realm were all created in the liking of their perceived Deities. They were subjected to their free will and introduced beliefs. It is the same for them who are called Gods. They are subjected to their nature and to their desires. There was not really much of a difference as far as she could see. Death will also come to them. It was an inevitable matter. Yet, despite how logical she looked at it. Dying or being killed was truly a terrible and a sad matter. She would never wish that on anyone or be under its hold. Yes, it is why they should know who is this murderer they speak of. To understand. To know. To decide.

Looking down her hands, La'Moire entertained herself in that manner as her fingers entwined with each other. Her eyes of mauve held a lonely haze that she seemed to emit as well. There was then the sudden pang of pain riveting within her. She looked at the entrance as her eyes widened in surprise. Then, it was announced. Another god had disappeared into the grave of the glittering skies. She felt the suffering this god had endured and then the void of a lost connection never to be touched upon again. How disheartening. She lowered her head once more and let her thoughts wonder while half-listening to the conversations fluttering about her.

Then, there was the arrival of new gods or at least other she had yet to meet. Two of them were females from her conclusion and bear something undetermined in their hearts. This much she could tell. Then, the roof was torn from the hall as if it was mere paper. Perhaps, she would also try that once. It looked amazingly adorable. She could imagine Syberion or even Bartum doing such a thing. It brought a small smile on her lips. There arrived the children of another god. How intuitive to create such large creatures. She wondered if she was capable doing the same thing. But, she would not want to cause Bartum further discomfort.

Standing from her seat, the Goddess of Light approached her companion with such calm radiance. She opened the door and beamed at Bartum. "It will be fine." Her hand slowly reached for the embodiment of fear. "I will be here. I will not let them harm you. I promised remember?" Soon, her hand had reached its destination which was his head. "Shall we take our leave?" She inquired before looking to the other gods with a apologetic expression. "Whatever decision you have chosen, I will not refute or seek disagreement. Please just remained safe." Once that was stated, Acanthus as she remembered gave out a ring. The god stated it will help them be in contact. Taking hers and Bartum, she showed it to her companion. "It's pretty, isn't it?"

Wearing hers and giving the other one to Bartum with a gentle smile. "This means we can always talk to each other. You'll never be lonely again." It was then she heard a prayer. Oh yes, the envoys from the Love Goddess. Closing her eyes, she prompted them to leave the place to prevent further altercations. Knowing Bartum's anxiety, it would probably be the same of his people. There was no need for anyone to bear ill feelings and the consequences of being hurt. "I apologize and thank you for your assistance. Please take your leave, and until we meet again." Speaking of which, she could not see Adarani anymore or the rather stern-looking God of Justice. Well, it seemed this meeting is now adjourned or something like that. Looking over her shoulders to gaze at the other gods and goddesses, she had a sense of peace radiating from her form. A soothing sensation that calmed fears and such.

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"When we are to meet again, I hope we can talk more lighthearted matters. Until then." She spoke her farewells and then pulled Bartum by the hand. "Let's get to work. We still have a city to create, right?" With that, La'Moire left the halls and fortunately with Bartum following her.

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Character Portrait: Rhaegar Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: MĂ©rida Character Portrait: Rodrauge
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The massive Karlibor warrior looked down on the Valeish with an unreadable expression. There was a cool still that washed over the gathered warriors on the exterior of the camp as it appeared that Makilik was deciding the fate of the Foresters when the truth of the matter was considerably less grim. The large, silver eyed Karlibor was struggling to keep his snout from breaking out in a large, cub like grin but ultimately failed. Makilik let loose a cheerful chuckle before stepping forward and nodding in friendship.

"Then come Foresters, let us break words."

He said warmly as he turned and began leading the Valeish through the Karlibor camp. As they passed the exterior gates the Valeish were greeted with the scents, sounds and sights of Karlibor living. Warm exterior hearth fires where Karlibor sat around and exchanged stories and food. Impressive metal work on display by the skilled clawed hands of Karlibor craftsmen. Karlibor females shopping along long expansive open air markets where fresh fish, meats and perishables could be found that held such sweet and succulent scents the traveling warriors no doubt were reminded of how long it has been since they'd had a good meal. They passed by proud and fearsome warriors practicing by war tents in the arts of combat. Their titan like strength on full display as the bear men wrestled, clawed and swung at each other with massive battle axes and giant sized blades. The most memorable sight was no doubt the Karlibor cubs that began to run along side the new comers full of smiles, laughs and wonder.

Makilik laughed kindly at the sight of the young before turning to Damias.

"Forgive the cubs Captain Damias, they have never seen outsiders this close before. They are merely curious."

One small cub ran up to stare up at Priyah in awe.

"You're pretty..."

The child said sweetly. Makilik laughed and shooed the young one away as he cast a quick glance at the female Valeish.

"You have an admire it seems, she bear."

He said with a warm smile before returning to his position at the head of the group, leading the Valeish through the camp. They finally reached their destination, a large wooden sweat lodge where thick smoke could be seen rising out of the central hearth. Makilik led the Valeish through the Lodge's leather door flap and they were greeted with the warmth of the massive hearth located in the center of the room. The fire bathed the entire room in a warm orange glow and the few Karlibor in it seemed relaxed and calm as some ate and others talked. At the sight of the outsiders they all turned in concern but a harsh word from Makilik and they all scurried right out leaving the group to sit in peace.

The silver eyed Karlibor warrior led them all to the circle of log benches around the central hearth fire where they could all sit and talk. He motioned for them all to sit but paused one of his own men before they took their seat.

"Fetch Pauni, he should be here."

The warrior nodded respectfully to his commander before rushing off to do his bidding. After a quizzical look from the Valeish Makilik clarified the order.

"Pauni is our Chieftan. He is our wisest elder and leader. He no doubt will be one all new friends of the Karlibor should meet."

Makilik said casually as he reached ahead of him to grab the wine jugs and meat that was layed out from the previous diners.

"Will you take food?"

He asked Damias as he already offered the spiced meats and strong wine to his guests.

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Rhaegar stared at the ring given to him curiously. A open line of communication to his goddly kin. He was not one for jewelry or adornments but this was a tool and a gift, not one he would refuse. Rhaegar accepted the gift with a grateful bow of his massive maned head before he attempted to fit the ring around his clawed hand. His eyebrow arched curiously as it felt unnatural to him to fit a ring to his fur. He chose instead to wear it around his neck affixed to a simple piece of string. He slipped the magical ring around his neck before a thunderous sound broke out through the hall. He snarled as his fur on his back stood up in response to the perceived threat. The very roof was torn asunder and two behemoths loomed over the hall of the gods. A savage growl tore from Rhaegar's throat as he prepared to leap forward and bring claw and fang to bear.

Fortunately for all involved his kin spoke first and it was learned that these titans were actually the children of yet another sibling Rhaegar had yet to meet. The Great Lion calmed yet his tail still flicked about behind him dangerously. His golden eyes flicked from brother to sister as the meeting continued and more words were spoken. There was even new arrivals, females with interesting and distinct appearances and demeanors. The Goddess of Light took her leave with the Coward in tow, freeing the other gods assembled from his ravings which was a kindness to Rhaegars ears.

The Great Lion yearned for the hunt to commence but knew the patience only a predator knew. He knew not to rush the moment before action. He would wait until the meeting was over and observe in silence unless addressed before he and his sister would embark on their hunt.

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MĂ©rida

She tilted her head slightly as the giant creatures that had been making there way towards the meeting arrived, rather abruptly she thought, by removing the domed roof in order to gain entry. Though her interest in them was somewhat disturbed by, well the nature of their meeting firstly but also by the high-pitched howl of terror coming from another within the chamber who appeared to be trying to claw his way to safety. She winced slightly as his shouting echoed around the room but when it faded to little more than a whine she frowned at his words.

Shaking her head she turned back towards the main focus of events, catching a slight change next to her as Adarani clutched Mathias closer, her eyes alight with something approaching hostility. Confused at this odd behaviour and wondering what she had done to offend her sibling she almost didn’t hear when Mariva spoke, her voice tinged with nervous laughter. MĂ©rida turned her head slightly to look at the puppy, smiling softly.

"Uh, Aunt Merida... I think mom is a bit jealous. You see, she has had romantic feelings for Mathias for quite some time, so... that explains her behaviour, right now."

The auburn haired goddess shook her head gently, her smile warming as it dawned on her that her sister was jealous. And of her no less. And believed that she desired him as she did, rather than simply feeling a friendly connection with a kindred member of their family?

She noticed that the small puppy, Angelira was bobbing next to her mother, holding one of the rings that Arcanthus had offered them all as a means of communication. While the idea of having the creature fetch it seemed slightly odd to her it did allow for Adarani to make sure that the slowly increasing distance between her and Mathias remained so.

As they both moved away from the others in the room, Mathias guiding Adarani this time, Davidni shrugged slightly before speaking "Don't worry about it, Miss Merida. Mom does not hold any ill will towards you."

MĂ©rida smiled at the young creature and nodded, though inside she was feeling a little, well perhaps angry toward her sister for presuming to judge her actions thusly. She could just about hear what Mathias asked his love as the others in the hall began to leave, the din created almost drowned out by the cry of happiness from Adarani as she screamed yes at the top of her lungs. Shaking her head slightly she turned towards the puppy that had followed Mathias and whispered softly to him.

"I would like you to congratulate your mother and Mathias on the commencement of their union; and that I have something for them both that may serve as a gift for this occasion."

She sighed softly, closing her eyes for a moment, her lips moving as she muttered under her breath raising her hands palm up before her as she spoke. After a while she opened her eyes and smiled at the two small, semi-translucent eggs that lay nestled in her palms, one sapphire and one emerald.

"Tell them that these eggs contain a pair yet unborn Ail’oki, called fae dragons in common tongue. One of the young creatures of nature that I wish them to have. I hope they find them loyal companions when they’re born. Mariva can help you deliver them, as I need to deal with a few things."

She bowed to the small puppies before making her way to collect her ring from Acanthus. Her head tilted slightly as she passed the beast-creature in the center of the hall, clearly another god of wild origin such as her. Continuing till she reached her elder brother and accepted the gift, thanking him kindly for the effort. Nodding respectfully to the god of magic she turned and made her way out of the hall and made ready to soar back into the heavens and make her way to the grove of Cragin.