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Splendy

((Deceased))

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

Description

God Name: Splendy Image
Titles: Harbinger of Fun I do not own this picture, it belongs to that guy
Creed: "Serve yourselves, relax, and be happy!"
Gender: Androgynous
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral/Good
Portfolios Governed: Anarchy, Sexual Perversions, Infantility (to be childish/lacking of maturity) and Amusement

God Appearance: Splendy towers over other beings with an imposing height of 8'2 and is seen as a thin, wiry, looking human in a black suit, spotted entirely with colourful polka dots. His head is a peachy colour with two black ovals for eyes, always static, and an over-enthusiastic smile across his face, all of which seems permanently fixed, never moving when he speaks. Atop his head lies a tall boxy black hat striped with red, his arms are long, and hands large, white, and soft as marshmallows. His back is joined with six tendrils, three tendrils to the right side, and three tendrils to his left, each one black and spotted with multiple colours with a bell that gives off such a delightful, gleeful ringing to one's ears.

His voice is rather high-pitched and is the sort that sounds like a child's, though often difficult to distinguish gender by.

Personality: Splendy is an eccentric, happy God who cares not what other god's think of him but his own happiness. He...she...it is extremely childish, things such as pride and embarrassment are both things too abstract to grasp, and mood swings are a very possible danger. Though the reckoning of a nickname, which Splendy will use for the remainder of his life, is by far worse. Fear and taking orders are difficult concepts to understand as well, resulting in a more upfront and honest God then most but he loves to be near other beings, Gods, humans, and anything in between. Splendy has an incredible sense of wonder and amazement as well and will look at other gods for his amusement and happiness. A very touchy-feely God who secretly wishes to bed everyone he meets, he can't stand any type of organization, in others and even in himself. He's a very whimsical, friendly God with seemingly no rhyme, reason or consistency but to be consistently inconsistent. Seemingly, this can case other Gods to think Splendy's more or less an idiot, but he does retain intelligence and looks out for his self-interest.

Order is something truly horrifying for Splendy to behold and is among one of the only things he hates, fears, and is scared of all at once. Boredom is second.

There are few things that Splendy dislikes (being controlled or controlling), considering he's a god easily entertained and, err, aroused, but his grudges are long-lasting.

Opinion of Mortals: Such fun, interesting creatures! Splendy regards them with as much childish wonder and at the same time, loathes them by their willingness to let themselves be chained by society, and an intense hatred for their authority figures. He is fond of children, prostitutes, entertainers, lawbreakers and anyone who encourage anarchy.

Symbol: A happy face.

Equipment: Box of Delights - A small red box that can tell what sexual perversion would match what being the best and offer it/only if the being accepts.

Little Black Hat: The very same copy of the hat he wears upon his head, except a multitude smaller, will be able to bestow happiness upon anyone who wears it.

Technicolour Suit of Freedom: The very suit he wears is able to break away any bonds to places, objects, or things: physical, emotional, and/or mental, with just a flash of colour. Won't work on Gods.

Bells of Life: The bells at the very end of his tendrils is able to imprint a new colour on the surface of an object.

God's Domain: No set home. He could be found at seemingly random places at varying times, encouraging all sorts of behavior.

History: The Divine Spark that would soon hatch into Splendy was lost, high up into the clouds, watching the world being built around order. It slowly formed the God inside, outfitting him in Order's attire, a suit and hat. But the Cataclysm brought an abrupt end toorder, wiping civilizations clean, and the aftermath was imprinted in The Divine Spark. It focused not on the horrors of the aftermath but of the little things that granted the God inside his optimism, happiness, amusement, and all the bright colours before the Cataclysm striked, shifting the God before he was brought into existence, in the hopes that the new God inside can provide precious relief to the suffering of others.

So begins...

Splendy's Story

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#, as written by Deallo
The shock wave from the Cataclysm nearly destroyed the middle realm and up in the clouds, the shell of a Divine Spark became as fragile as glass to witness such a terrifying event, and while it could have shook in fear, traumatizing the young God growing inside, it did not. Instead, the Divine Spark used what power of the Cataclysm tingled in the air, and used it to imbue the tiny god inside with the innocent things of life and all its pleasures, corrupting the original paradigm of order that was inside, the Divine Spark was already taken by fear. Not only did it realize the God was soon to come into fruition by the power of the Cataclysm but the God needed to be one who could change the world from it's desolate state.

Soon, the clouds moved, the spark with nothing to support it now sent hurtling towards the ground, the force of the wind pushing upwards reduced the shell to a blue dust, and the figure inside, slowly uncurled from its fetal position into a tall, colourful, almost alien creature that none has ever seen before.

Only the sounds of childish laughter and the delightful ringing of bells followed the young God as he fell and twirled in the air, looking straight down, alternating his view from the ground he was going to crash on to the clouds that were getting farther and farther away but there was only a gleeful sensation of life going through his mind.

Splendy crashed into the ground face first, a mixture of pain and pleasure flowing throughout his body, the bells echoed and the ground was pushed concave, into a small crater. For a moment, it looked as if the young God was merely dead, too innocent to ever live, but very slowly, the being rose from the ground in a towering and imposing height and turned his head to view his work. The crater had a permanent indentation of the tall and wiry God's body made black, while his face forever imprinted in a mix of purple, blue, and red. Surrounding the indentation, colour seem to burst from every angle, staining the trees, grass, rocks like blood from a mortal's splattered body, making the Fall of Splendy marked for ages to see.

But it was too busy paying attention to the new sights and spectacles, the sight of grass, the feel of it under its fingers, the bark of a tree, the leaves on a tree, the taste of everything, the wind against his ears, and the scent of life was but feeding the wonder and excitement to his hyperactive childish mind. His tendrils shook and the bells rang pristine with every step and movement but he caught the sight of some red things moving across his tendrils, grabbed one of them in between his thumb and forefinger, and brought it up close to his pitch black eye. It was a small, oval, dome-shaped thing with six short stubby legs and head that were black. It's shell was a vibrant red and there were seven black dots that marred the shell. Amongst observing the creature, it flew off, the shells actually wings, and landed on the back of the God's hand.

Splendy didn't know how, but he knew he created these creatures, and felt a twinge of excitement in naming them. "Bug!" She claimed in his childish voice before quickly shaking his head and disregarding it. "No, Bird! Lady! Birdbug! Birdlady! Ladybug!" He resounded before shaking his head and finally held the creature mere inches from his eye, commanding its attention. “You’ll be a ladybird.” The creation understood and flew off, flying near the young God, who had looked around and stopped to look at what seemed to be something in the distance.

The god turned around and observed the thing in the distance and Splendy could just feel the power emanating from the fellow God. The young one took large steps, the bells on the spotted tendrils of his back ringing with every step, and as he reached closer to the figure of Elder Aspestis, curiosity growing immensely.

He looked small to Splendy, covered in drab clothing but his face, which the young god couldn't have understood as a mask, was so bizarre and nose so long. The young one didn't even bother speaking upon facing Aspestis, and if he said anything to Splendy, he was too enthralled to listen but instead motioned to poke the glass eye of the Elder God with his forefinger poised, to achieve the sensation of feeling to somehow reach understanding, and would continue to prod him unless he spoke. “What a strange place!” Splendy thought with the sense of a child's wonder and amazement.

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Character Portrait: Torsc and Riomu Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Elder God Cragin
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After his conversation with Elder Aspestis, the young God had wandered off once more, taking in all the sights and sounds of the middle realm as grand as the sight of mountains and as little as the ridges and feel of various leaves. The ever so pristine sound of bells marked each step, swing and sway of the tendrils and the occasional splash marked another area full of radiant and alive colour, entertaining himself, but not as much as it did in his very first moments of life.

Wandering in to a dense and thick forest, a deep seated regret started to swell up somewhere inside the God for leaving Aspestis, though not the best of company was company. What if I never see anyone else again? What if Aspestis' the last person I'll ever see? Ridiculous thoughts of course but reality was ever so blurred for a newborn. In the end, Splendy would be bored, terrifying, just terrifying it was to be bored! Bad thoughts, poison, sweet poison for the mind was pushed away, forced back for blind hope as he wondered through the dense foliage.

Suddenly, like the soft tingling sensation of the sun of the sun warming up one's skin, he could feel it! The same prescience he felt when he discovered Aspestis, another soul, another God to entertain or to be entertained with! Such joy that coursed through the God, he skipped, and the bells behind rang with such glee they stained his path of the dreary drab forest of brown and green behind him with the colours of a rainbow. Even as he drew closer he can feel another prescience, albeit a weaker one, maybe it was half a person? Like asbestos, but just a pair of legs or perhaps a walking torso? Lewd thoughts coursed through his mind at the possibility and after falling flat on his face distracted by the thought if these pleasures and quickly got back up to skipping, he immediately forgot them. How desperately he wished to speak with someone!

In the distance, a flash of orange! A figure just as tall as Splendy stood and watched, and his skipping was reduced to a walk as he neared it, he himself suddenly quiet. The face was a clean ivory with its expression fixed, like Asbestis', and like Splendy's. For a moment, the young God turned to the bushes, where he could feel where the stronger prescience was. "Hello?" He called to the bushes, his voice sounded exactly like a child's, and not waiting for an answer, turned to the orange one, and stepped towards the half-God, bells ringing for a brief moment before silenced as he was mere inches from her face. The god could smell an sickly-sweet exotic scent from her but he himself was not as well traveled to determine what it was but it was a pleasant scent otherwise.

"Hi!" Splendy said, ever so delighted, he moved his tendrils behind him above his head in a swaying motion, left to right, right to left, the bells rang serenely with every sway.
"What's your name?" After his meeting with Asbestos, he just assumed that's what people say after meeting someone.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Kalimdor Menethil Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Torsc and Riomu Character Portrait: Splendy
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Riomu

Riomu awoke with a start at the sight of the creature before her. All she could see was a maddening cacophony of colors and shapes, a horrific visage of features stretched far beyond normalcy, the chiming of bells never meant to be heard. She sensed intent of a variety she dare not ponder. She did not know what this thing was, but she had an idea as to what it wanted. With this in mind, she opened a portal directly beneath herself, leading to open air about fifty feet up and a half mile away. She proceeded to use portals to leap great distances, opening portals on the ground leading to the sky, allowing herself to fall toward another portal on the ground, and so on. She wished to be as far away from that... thing, as possible. If she couldn't find solace in another part of the forest, she'd simply have to return to it another day if she wished to discover the presence that laid claim to this place. But for now, she knew she had to run.

Torsc

Torsc payed thanks to Mathias for making the creation of his mortals possible, and greeted the two guests he'd brought with him. One was an entirely new presence, much like himself, while the other was familiar to him by way of his stolen memories. He knew he'd have to talk to him about something later. But, for the time being, he had so much to do. Lady Adarani had yet to arrive. She still had a few minutes to make her entrance, but if she couldn't make it, they'd just have to continue without her...

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Nightling
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#, as written by Deallo
The figure in orange suddenly disappeared down into the earth, leaving the young immature God all alone once more, thoroughly confused as to how she managed to pull off such a feat. He started to dig into the ground with his open hands in the belief that she was far down below but after a short while, he remembered and still felt the second presence still lingering in the air. After standing up straight from the little man-hole Splendy made, he turned towards the direction that where he could feel it coming from, but stopped just as he was in the middle of his step.

The presence of a God was like the heat of a sun's radiant light. Splendy never felt so cold before almost like someone had just switched the sun off.

It took a few moments before the young god could move again and move towards the direction which he last felt the presence. No bells rang, no thoughts coursed through his head, and he hadn't thought of even breathing. Even for a god of immaturity, he could tell something happened, though the question of what coursed through his mind with haste. His footsteps quickened as an overwhelming sense of curiosity overpowered the unusually silent God.

The heat of the sun came back on, the presence finally back, stronger even! He started to run, the bells of his tendrils ringing, and a colour path following his path but he hadn't need to run so far to come in the clearing and look at the four figures. Splendy couldn't help but be unable to know what had happened but he could, in a primitive mindset, understand the gravity of the situation. He was hesitant to see so many beings at once but he approached them with a slow walk, towering above them all, racked with nerves. He was uncertain whether he should just turn around and run or stay.

"H-Hello?" The newborn stuttered for the first time, a single bell only managing to ring, and the gaze of eight eyes upon him. His sight however, fell on the beast that had the ashes of the one on the ground in his mouth, his head turned to the thing's direction as it ran off into the tunnels below.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Elder God Cragin Character Portrait: Nightling
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Mathias did even react to Adarani when she appeared. He words just made Mathias sink to a depression...the lost of the one he called Brother...it was almost too much to bear. Cragin was one of the things he cared most in this world. All they have been through all they have done....he could never have felt more lost and alone than he did now. Mathias was on the verge of tears and when Acanthus came he knew he would cry the same. The combined sorrow of Adarani and Acanthus was almost enough to bring upon his tears until an unexpected even occurred.

A creature he had not seen before came up from underneath them and took a mouthful of Cragin's ashes. Stunned, Mathias could not act until the beast burrowed away. Furious Mathias lept from his sitting state and had such a look, it could burn right through steel. Mathias in anger unleashed a form of Magic he knew not he possessed. His fist glowed with righteous fire, like that Justice used during the Cataclysm, sorrow and fury clouded his mind and he sent a golden ball of flame down the hole. He had no way of knowing if he would hit anything, it was pretty much a crap shoot considering the complexity of the tunnels. Still Mathias had no reasoning in his mind and he kept shooting the righteous fireballs one after another down in the tunnels. Explosions could be felt underneath them, while it was just destroying the underground soil, it did nothing to stop whatever beast had stolen the ashes.

"GIVE THEM BACK!!" "GIVE THEM BACK, GIVE THEM BACK!!!" Mathias repeated as tears began to flow from his enraged eyes. He kept throwing the fireballs recklessly down the hole caring not if he even did hit the creature. His pent up emotions was giving away and the once sturdy and calm Mathias was now angered and his wrath was directed on the ground below. Unfortunately all it seemed to do was ensure the creature's escape with Cragin's ashes. "DAMN YOU!!" Mathias shouted at the ground as if blaming it for Cragin's death. He kept raining the fire down in the hole. Mathias didn't even noticed the tall being walking up and giving a shy hello.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Rodrauge Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy
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Mathias stopped once he saw Adarani fall unconscious, he knew not what he did and the golden flame left him. His rage now quelled he felt only shame and grief. "Adarani!" He yelled. He didn't want to hurt her, he was, he was not himself. Mathias didn't know what to do until the blue crane arrived and was able to present healing magic to the goddess. Mathias spoke to Ahuv. "I...I apologize greatly...this...this is all my fault." Mathias did kneel before the two. "What ever punishment you wish to give Adarani...I shall accept full responsibility for the harm I caused." Mathias solemnly spoke. He was so ashamed of himself...it was just the pain of loss and now...it caused him to go berserk.

In that moment a great rumbling could be felt. Mathias hadn't an inkling of what he just caused. He heard sounds come forth from the tunnels. Did Mathias hit the creature? Or did he hit something else? Mathias was unsure...this moment has all but left him exhausted and empty. Mathias had not another thought in his mind but await Adarani's judgement. "I know nothing I can say can change this but...I'm am truly sorry." Mathias spoke once again. He just felt so very cold. Even with the sudden rumbling...it was hard to detract from what Mathias is going through now at this moment. All he knew was that he had to make it up to Adarani and possibly whatever is making that echo. If it was the creature then no, but if it wasn't...then he would apologize to whatever force is making that sound as well.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Sairis Character Portrait: Nightling
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#, as written by Drogyn
Sairis' eyes snapped open as memories flooded his mind. The God of the Wilderness, Cragin. He remembered curing Kreios' corruption with him, all the times Cragin had bravely stood against any god that dared tarnish the wild, an old friend, though he shouldn't be to Sairis. He didn't care though, whether it was him or something else in his mind, he felt Cragin's life fade away, and was utterly crushed.

"Another memory I don't want to have. Why do so many awful things have to happen?" his head dropped into his hands as he said this, thoughts swirling around inside his head. Suddenly, a nudge. Something encroaching on the edge of his senses. Darkness, Cragin's ashes had entered into darkness. How though? Did it have something to do with how he died. He turned his focus upon what exactly was happening that he was sensing, and he saw it.

Ripping Kylian's sword out of the ground as he stood, an inky blackness formed around it and slowly collapsed to form a cross charm around his wrist. And instantly he dashed straight at the nearest tree's shadow, rage filling his mind. The memories of a thousand angers all urging him towards an action he'd have already taken. Reaching the shadow, he slid right into it. He found himself in darkness, without form, without warmth. This was a place where light had never been invented. But all darkness is one and the same, all places without light brought together in this place. So all he needed do, is reach forward.

"I found you!" he growled out as he dragged the god with Cragin's ashes out of the darkness he was in. A single step, and he dragged him right back into the field he had just ran away from. Straight out of a shadow reaching across the ground, he saw Mathias kneeling on the ground, and with a rather forced smile called out, "Looking for this?" as he tossed the god completely out of the darkness and into the meadow.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Elder God Cragin Character Portrait: Sairis
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Mathias was taken aback from Adarani's and Ahuv's words. Mathias had absolutely no idea how to respond to such a thing. Love? What is love to him? It was a strange sensation, one that Mathias doesn't seem to mind. While words could not express what he was feeling he struggled to speak. "I...I-I am glad your well...," Mathias felt bashful as he paused, "...I thank you for...stopping me from doing anything more stupid....than what I have already done." Mathias spoke not sure of what else to say.

What does this mean to him? Mathias would need time to contemplate these matters, considering he just lost not only his brother but his most closest friend. Before more could be spoke a new figure stepped from the shadows and Mathias lept to his feet defensive of this new face. Mathias stared at the darkly clothed man as he presented him with the most coincidental boon. It was that of the creature that stole Cragin's ashes mere moments earlier. Mathias had no inkling of how he could have found him. Then it donned on Mathias, was he the one that made that rumbling? Mathias looked at the young man.

"Well this is an...interesting turn of events." Mathias spoke as he looked the beast. "Where you the one that made the ground rumble earlier?" Mathias asked the shadowy man. "I hope I did not harm you during my rage...you made the most agitated echo, I am truly sorry if this caused you any trouble..." Mathias spoke to him, unsure if this is the one he should be apologizing too. He knows the powers here are that of gods and most are new to him. Which could make him confuse as to who that power belonged too. Mathias had an inkling that the echo did not belong to the man before them but still doesn't hurt to be safe.

Mathias stared at the burrowing monster, earlier Mathias would have burned it's hide but now...he only wishes to have the ashes. "You beast!" "Release my brother's ashes and you may go." Mathias spoke to it. Mathias wasn't in the mood for giving sound judgement. He only cared about retrieving the ashes.

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Splendy Character Portrait: Elder God Cragin Character Portrait: Sairis
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Nightling had not seen what had grabbed him, and he had been super surprised when he appeared by the hole again. He had thought he had got away when none of the fireball had hit him he had not been happy when it had awakened an apex predator that was above him in power. He quickly swallowed the ash, his eyes change to become wolf like but he spat a branch into his hand. “Dead feed living, weak feed living, that is the natural order of meat-eaters. You fire-tosser me powerful under earth, you awoke something not even me try to hunt there. Why cry over fallen predator more food for you to hunt, me die if me fight too many apex predators to fight” he held the stick in his hand and it started to glow he had consumed all the ash at once and was paying for it. “I unleash the power of the dead” slammed the stick in ground and a tree formed around him protecting him from the stick while leaving a patch of dirt for him to dig through, and wolves with mouths foaming with Lycanthrope came out of the trees and the trees grew twice their size. He quickly dug down at full battle mode ready to rip, tear, and die if he was dragged back.

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Adarani was content with Mathias' answer, at the moment. What happened rattled his mind and heart, and she was not about to do anything to hurt him further. The predator God surprised her when he displayed the instancts that she saw in animals that the Vitaiim would fight as part of their training regimen. She decided to speak on Mathias' behalf, even if it was too late. "If you would just look at it from Mathias' point of view, you would see why we would all be upset. Cragin was very dear to us, even when he was hostile to some of us. He stood up for us many times before he died. He was a brother to Mathias, more than you can imagine. I, personally, am hurt by this, too, because now I will never be able to settle matters between Cragin and I. I shall never be able to see the day that we would finally forgive and forget. You do not have to fight us, just understand why we are mourning him."

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Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Kalimdor Menethil Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Hanriot Character Portrait: Splendy
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Mathias watched as the beast god began to dig himself in. This god acted like the beasts of the wild, predatory only understanding survival. While Mathias has no understanding of such primitive ways, it doesn't change the fact that he wants those ashes back. The remains of Cragin deserve a better resting place. Mathias was not in the mood to go through the ordinary customs, he didn't even feel like giving out punishment. Despite his ways...the pain of losing Cragin...not all gods are beyond feeling. Mathias cared not about what reputation he may tarnish...it did not matter in light of this. Honoring his brother Cragin is more important than that.

Mathias drew his spear and in one powerful slash he knocked the tree away covering the animalistic god. Mathias noticed it dug itself in and was prepared to fight, like any other cornered beast. Mathias drew a heavy sigh as he looked around him and then back down. "Look here, I am in no mood for fighting or for games." "I am giving you the opportunity to give me my brother's ashes and leave here without any repercussions." "This is a once in a lifetime chance and I suggest you take it." Mathias spoke to Nightling. He knows he probably doesn't understand but there is value to those ashes and being swallowed and digested isn't a proper burial. Not for one as the likes of Cragin. "Please, just give them back." Mathias spoke as pain and sorrow filled his plea. Mathias could only wait and see if he will comply.

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#, as written by Drogyn
"No brother, you awakened something in the deep. But not I. Something younger, yet at the same time older. Hmmm," his eyes furrowed in thought as the odd feeling of the thing stirring came to him. It was young, without memory, yet felt old. Older than him by far, it was odd, and he didn't know what to make of it. He shoved the thought from his mind, he'd find out eventually.

Sairis watched silently as Mathias demanded the ashes of the god before them. But he wasn't really paying attention. Instead he was thinking, well brooding really, over his reaction to the matter. Without a moment of hesitation he had fought for Cragin's remains as an old friend. Someone he didn't know. He let out a small sigh as he realized the hilarity of the joke. The God of Memories, depressed because he had memories, truly even he couldn't ever remember hearing anything funnier. It still didn't make him laugh though.

He was distracted from his musings when a new god walked up to him. With lightning in his eyes and a mighty hammer in his hands, he was an impressive visage. A young one as well, someone who had not yet made many memories upon this earth. What was most interesting though, was the familiar feeling of War. This man had a similar aura to Genocide. His hand twitched as that thought occurred to him, wanting to reach around his back for his sword, until the god met Sairis' eyes. A nod was all it took, and Sairis knew that this one was different, a proper warrior. So he nodded back, but when lightning fell from the sky to surround the new god, he flinched away from it, the bright light making his skin crawl. The light soon faded and Sairis let out a dry chuckle.

"Affected so strongly by mere lightning. What a joke." he sighed yet again, memories threatening to overwhelm him once more. He shook his head and once more tried to focus on the god he'd bought here. He heard the god's speech, and honestly, there was truth within it, but only some. Suddenly the god did something and a massive tree formed around it, with wolves jumping out at the gods assembled. Sairis showed no reaction other than to snap his fingers and watch as the wolves shadows jumped up from the ground and bound them. The wolves now lying helpless on the ground, he turned his attention to the tree, just in time to see it survive a hit by Mathias' spear. No easy feat. Then he heard Mathias talking to it, urging the god within to return the ashes.

"Don't bother with that Mathias, the animal isn't there anymore. It's dug back down into darkness. Of course, that means it's completely at my mercy. If you wish, I can find it again, or kill it." he said, his voice becoming colder as anger at it's actions flashed through his mind. He took a deep breath and continued, "But though I call Cragin an old friend, you and he were like brothers, so I say the choice is yours. But know that a beast won't let itself be captured twice. One way or another, we won't capture it alive long enough to question it again." Sairis waited, perfect calm etched into his face as he waited for Mathias' answer.

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Splendy was ignored by the twist of dramatic events that took place. The one known as Mathias was enraged, flinging fire down the hole, and the tinier one otherwise known as Adarani dropped to the ground and looked like the first God who turned to ash. The young God watched as Ahuv, Adarani's blue-crane creation, explained to the God of Justice that it was a display of love. It was ever so entertaining to watch, a grand spectacle of a show, as the tiny God rose from the ground and kissed Mathias.

Intrigued by everything, Splendy was on his tip-toes in anticipation, and nearly jumped in excitement as another being came out of the woodwork, and threw the beast that took the ashes out into the open. Captivated by the primitive God's guttural speech and the power he commanded, he watched as he stuck a glowing stuck into the ground and the tree erupted to protect him. Wolves morphed themselves from the trees into existence, vicious, and dangerous, ready for combat.

Some of the wolves rushed forward to attack the young God, their primitive pack passing the rest, teeth barred and ready to tear the newborn God flesh apart. Splendy barely moved and suddenly a flash of purple and red blinded Nightling's creations. They recovered their sight quickly, lost sight of their primitive pack order, but not their taste for flesh. They began to eat and fight among each other, descending into anarchy. Others dealt with with the wolves in different ways as Mathias gave a mighty swing and sent the tree protecting the God flying. The tree crashed into the forest, breaking multiple forests, and creating small quakes. The young God was very much entertained at the sight of mayhem and walked a bit closer as the powerful God trying to negotiate with the bestial God who was curled up in the darkness and readying his claws. Splendy awkwardly looked at Mathius as he's filled with pain and sorrow, almost pitying the man. Begging was not amusing to watch, no, not at all. Even when Sairis spoke beside Mathias how boring talking was indeed!

Deciding to take action, Splendy's tendrils extended into the manhole, the bells ringing and imprinting a cacophony of colours inside, the light reflecting the colour and partially illuminating the darkness inside. Nightling fought to the teeth and bone as he was faced with six tendrils, slashing, biting, pain running up Splendy's body, the sound of laughter the only indication of pleasure from the pain the primitive God inflicted and the ringing of the bells echoing from the manhole. Lest he should have been surprised when discovering that Splendy's blood was of the same rainbow brew, it took a while before Splendy was able to wrap a tendril to each limb, including his head, restraining him, and forcibly pull out Nightling from his hole into the open air, a few feet above the ground in front of the young God.

"You were amusing." Splendy told him in his childish voice before abruptly shoving his free tendril down Nightling's mouth and into his stomach as the primitive God tried to reply back. His teeth drew more of Splendy's flesh and as pleasured as he was, he started to slowly pull each of Nightling's limbs, amused at the concept of being pained and hurting someone, giggling as he did so, his laughter growing louder and louder. The ringing the beast's stomach was dulled but still audible as the tendril moved inside, gathering what of the ashes inside before pulling out, the end of the tendril shaped into something of a shape resembling a ball, the entire thing covered with saliva, bite marks, stomach acids, and Splendy's own colourful blood.

Nightling's restraints were lightened before he was thrown back down into his hole the opened tree surrounded. The young God turned to Mathias and opened up his badly damaged tendrils to reveal the damp ashes that was inside. "Here you go." He said in an eerily childish voice again.

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Amares

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

Cyrenas

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

Nylia

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

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

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

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Mathias was all bet felt even more depressed by the beast's refusal to return the ashes. Even when the Darkness God spoke up he wasn't much inclined to speak to him. Still his offer...Mathias contemplated his words. Mathias thought hard about what should happen to the creature. Mathias wasn't at all entertained with the idea of more death at the moment. He's had his fill of the stuff. Mathias just wants the ashes back, perhaps he could ask him to find him again and this time...he will remove them himself. Mathias turned to speak his answer until the unexpected happen.

A god whose more imbalanced than The God of Madness appeared to stretch at inhuman lengths and sent a tendril down the hole. Mathias worried at the being's gesture, no matter how nice it was. He didn't want more people harmed because of him. Mathias spoke up, "Please stop!" "I don't need more of my kin harmed because of my actions!" Mathias spoke to Splendy, but the cartoonish being was lost in some fit of ecstasy. Apparently the being enjoyed the pain it was being suffered at the claws of the beast. Mathias worried more about the being's mental health than it's physical. What kind of school of thought believes pain is pleasurable? Such a creature disturbs Mathias greatly. Seeing Splendy retrieve Nightling though, gave Mathias hope. That was until he brutally shoved his tendril down it's throat.

The pied being was hurting the tunneling monster and Mathias did not like it. "Stop!" "Can't you see your hurting him!?" Mathias spoke outraged that the being enjoyed hurting him. Yet, Splendy showed no signs of stopping until he reclaimed the ashes. Splendy let him go once the mission was completed.

"Here you go." He said in an eerily childish voice again.

Splendy spoke to Mathias as it handed him the ashes of Cragin. Mathias despite his complaints was really grateful for what he had done. Mathias used his magic and a golden light enveloped the ashes. The ashes from Splendy's tendril drew the remaining ashes from the ground and the combined and soon, the golden light transformed into what would be called an urn. The urn was golden and inside it contained the ashes of Cragin. The urn floated into Mathias' arms. Mathias noticed Nylia appear and ask if that was Cragin. Mathias looked at her and then back at the urn. Mathias had the most sorry look anyone could see. Mathias said nothing to her he knew words didn't need to be spoken. His eyes said it all and they said I'm sorry. Mathias looked at the tall and more than a little disturbing being. While Splendy's appearance and his ambiguous intentions gave Mathias bad vibes, he was undoubtedly grateful. Mathias looked at the tendrils. Mathias felt guilty for Splendy being the victim of apparent assault. Mathias turned to Adarani.

"I know your weak but could you heal this being?" Mathias asked. "It will be my sign of thanks to it." Mathias then turned to Splendy. "I apologize for the pain I have caused you." Mathias spoke apologizing to Splendy. "Thank you." Mathias the said to Splendy as he turned and began to walk away with the urn. Before he left the company of the others he placed his hand on Sairis's shoulder and gave him a friendly pat. "I thank you too for all that you have done as well." Mathias will remember the kindness these new kin have shown him. "I will not soon forget what you and you have done." Mathias spoke as he pointed to Sairis and Splendy. "What all you have done today...I can not express my deep gratitude, you've done an honorable thing." Mathias spoke addressing all of the gods before him.

"If you all don't mind I'm going...I need to time...just need some time..." Mathias then turned from the group and began to walk away. The suddenly his body buckled down and Mathias dropped to his knees again, in exhaustion. Mathias let go of a pained gasp. Mathias nearly dropped the urn but managed to clutch on to it tightly. If anyone were to take it from his grasp, it would be out of his cold dead fingers. The constellation of Cragin, is nearing completion.

(((Crap! Ninja'd let me edit))

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Blood lots of blood, the creature that dragged him away its blood tasted good and his blood gave him a little power. He split into two bodies more like re was replaced by a fake him and kept running allowing the fake to keep fighting. As the fake was dragged out and the ashes removed, he said two things to the gods that had captured him “you have captured me therefore you may eat me like I ate the other, but know this this one’s blood was tastier then the dead one and I liked it more beware, because it allowed me to do this” the fake exploded into confetti.

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Sairis saw Mathias getting ready to answer when suddenly a god ignored so far made it's presence known rather, forcibly. As a tendril made it's way down the creature's throat Sairis considered telling them the thing they caught had no memories, and so was fake. But seeing what was happening to it, he decided maybe it'd be better to let it get away. The fake seemed to have the ashes anyway, so it was all alright. It might try and hurt someone in the future though...but it might not, so best save the heroism for a time that it's actually needed. He thought, annoyed that he couldn't get a handle on his own mind. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Nylia land, tears rolling down her cheeks. As Mathias formed an urn for the ashes, she asked if it was Cragin, obviously dreading the answer. Amazing, how silence can be such a solemn answer.

Sairis walked up to Nylia, hesitantly putting a hand on her shoulder, an uncomfortable expression on his face. "I don't pretend to know just what you're feeling Nylia, but I understand the need to mourn. But never forget what Cragin fought for, never forget the friend he was. Because he's only really died, once all you remember is that he's gone." he brought his hand back, very uncomfortable with trying to comfort a mourning person. Then Mathias walked up and gave Sairis a pat on the shoulder, thanking him and Splendy for their help in recovering the ashes. "It bothers me, someone defiling the remains of a friend. So there's no need to thank me for acting in my own self-interest." Sairis watched as Mathias walked away, suddenly dropping to his knees is exhaustion written in his expression and the droop of his shoulders. At that moment, the ground shook and rumbled. Sairis, with a completely deadpan expression, said to Mathias, "Mathias, about that thing that you may have woken up?"

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Mathias was breathing hard, a consequence of recklessly using the power of righteousness non-conservatively. That is something Justice himself, would be upset over. Funny, he hasn't made an appearance to him in quite sometime...Mathias figured he would be displeased of him using his power for what he might consider, selfish reasons. Or perhaps Mathias' exhaustion is blocking communication with the Ancient Spirit...whatever the reason Mathias is glad not to hear the habitual scolding. Mathias felt the earth itself shake once more, apparently that wasn't going to be the only episode. Something is stirring, what he can not tell, but it feels godly whatever stirs. Mathias noticed the shadowy figure asking about what he might have awoken.

Mathias slowly stood up, urn in hand. Mathias looked over his shoulder to Sairis. "I know not of what might be awoken." Mathias spoke. "I really have no patience to deal with it...but I will consult with it, if it be passive enough." Mathias said as he turned and looked at the holes the beast made. Mathias did know how to appease the land itself, that was something Cragin would be an expert upon. Without his guidance...Mathias felt lost on how to handle that situation. The best Mathias could do was apologize and accept responsibility from the person in question. Still....Mathias couldn't help but hope it would dismiss this fiasco. Mathias saw that Adarani must have left before dealing with Splendy. He wished he could help heal it but he hasn't the ability to do so. Then Mathias looked towards Ahuv who surprisingly did not leave with Adarani. He then asked him seeing as he was able to heal Adarani.

"Graceful Ahuv." Mathias spoke to the crane. "Would you mind healing this tentacled being?" "I saw you heal Adarani so could you perhaps heal the wounds of this god as well?" Mathias asked the blue crane. If he could not, then he could not and then Mathias hoped Splendy would come through alright. If not...then perhaps he has ruined the life of one of his kin. That would be difficult to bear.

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Adarani was not one for rewards (she was kind of sick of people constantly thinking they owed her anything for her help, at this point), yet hearing the plight of the Valkyries was something which compelled her to do something. "Perhaps, if it would help, while I do that, I can tell the Sacrian Order, after reestablishing it, about the Vakyries and how they need their help. The Vitaiim, though there are only twelve, right now, up in Paradise, are Monks and Nuns, masters at healing and fertility, as well as agriculture and relationships advise. Maybe they can contribute to this. Note that the Sacriran Order's races are going to be relatively peaceful compared to the Valkyries, which may confuse them, from time to time. I hope that won't be too much of a bother."

Meanwhile, Ahuv listened intenlty to Mathias and nodded. "I can do that, though not at the level Adarani would. I'll be able to remove the major wounds, which should be enough, for now." Flapping his wings, he attempted to use his energy to heal the more critcal of Splendy's wounds. "This might tickle, a little, colorful being."

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Othuma


Finally...


With the completion of Cragin's constellation, visible over head, became a catalyst. Finally it was enough for his coming, the death of one so beloved, so cherished gave way for the birth of force so deadly, it threatens to consume all. The best of them dies and now the worst begins to live....

A divine spark made it's way far to the north, so far the Wilds can be seen as those turbulent clouds of darkness sit so foreboding. Threatening any who come near it. Staring at this perpetual abyss sat a Divine Seed, waiting so patiently to come into existence. The ebb and flow of the universe did center around the powers of life and death, as all experience these two things, at one point or another. The spark so did invade the seed as it gave it life and sprout forth would soon be a god of dark intent. The ice began to shake and crack as the wind began to howl so angrily at the event unfolding. Power began to sweep out of the cracks and evaporate into the air, such dark power would most certainly cause lesser beings to cower in fear.

Suddenly an explosion occurred one that would shake the very foundations of their world. Dark power would hardly go unnoticed to all and from the violent birth, spawned a new god. The God of Death.....

Afterwards the power subsided as Othuma stood floating above a crater. He stared at the world....there was nothing but ice and chaos from the Wilds. Othuma dared not venture towards the sounds of chaos coming from the warped Wilds. Instead Othuma turned his direction else where. Who was he? What was he? That sudden burst of power...so unshakable....could not be found from him. Othuma was noticeably weak, too weak for anyone to detect. At this point of time his power would seem equal to a mortal's. Othuma floated away from the crater, hovering ever so slightly off the icy ground. Othuma could not help but stare at his hands. It was nothing but white bones. Othuma was curious as to what he fully looks like. On his journey of self discovery, Othuma would aimlessly hover about the frozen wastes, becoming loss in the sea of white. Soon he would disappear from perception....as if he was dead.


Mathias

Mathias immediately jerked towards the north. Something wicked was born...and it made Mathias shutter. What just happened? A new god was born but what's surprising is that the amount of power felt, just suddenly vanishes...into thin air. It was as if a God was born and then inexplicably died. What a curious and disturbing matter indeed. Mathias would investigate but in the state he is now...he hasn't the strength to undertake such tasks. Throwing the balls of fire drained him more than he previously believed. He needs time to recuperate and he hoped that whatever was born would stay it's hand from destruction.

"Did the rest of you feel that just now?" Mathias asked in an obviously tired voice.