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Torsc and Riomu

The Half-Gods of Artifice and Freedom

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a character in “The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm”, as played by Vinno1234

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Name: Torsc
Creed: "Progress is paramount, above all else."
Title: The Immaculate Engine of Progress.
Gender: Male.
Alignment: Neutral/Good.
Appearance: Stands nine feet tall, and from the neck up, he appears as an average humanoid figure, though further inspection will reveal this flesh to be exquisitely crafted metal. The vast majority of his body, however, resembles a massive humanoid Machine, with the Embers of Innovation resting within his chest.
Personality: Cold, calculating, and always to the point. Prefers to avoid drawn out conversations with others, instead favoring his mysterious works in the ways of Artifice.
Opinion of mortals: Admires those with the Intelligence and Initiative to push the boundaries of Science and Artifice ever forward, and scorns those who turn their backs on progress, be it out of fear or superstition.
Domain: A gargantuan, mechanical Citadel that lies hidden within a truly colossal network of caves and caverns that crisscross through much of the known world, with the only known entrance laying somewhere in the icy north.
Portfolios Governed: Artifice and Progress.
Symbol: A stylized Gear with a Thunderbolt in the center.
Holy Artifact: The Embers of Innovation, eternally burning coals that lay in his chest, which burn hotter depending on the amount of knowledge and creativity that is currently possessed by the collective creatures of the world. Serves as an infinite power source, so long as there is sentience within the world, and while he does not need it to live, he can use these embers to more efficiently power his many wondrous devices.

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Name: Riomu
Creed: "Freedom is the greatest gift any could possess."
Title: The Resplendent Mistress of Nomads.
Gender: Female.
Alignment: Neutral/Good.
Appearance: Stands eight feet tall, and is almost always seen wearing a mask, and her robes, the Vestments of Exemption. A select few claim to have seen her without her vestments, and describe her as a lean and athletic humanoid woman with dark skin, short shock-white hair, and eyes as pitch black as those painted on her mask.
Personality: Flighty, and prone to losing interest in whatever she happens to be doing after a moderate amount of time. Unsurprisingly enough, she enjoys traveling of all varieties, be it alone or with a group.
Opinion of mortals: Recognizes the right of all mortals to possess freedom and will adamantly defend any mortal or group of mortals at risk of being subjugated or imprisoned.
Domain: No set home, but the closest place she has to a stationary home is the vast desert in the southern part of the known world, a place where many nomadic tribes and roaming cities lay, driven to these lands by those who would see them bow before an ideal they do not believe in. Though, it is not unknown to see her passing through towns the world over on especially rare occasions.
Portfolios Governed: Travel and Freedom.
Symbol: A stylized, sideways eye with two avian wings to either side of it.
Holy Artifact: The Vestments of Exemption, the very robes which she is always seen wearing, which prevent her from being kept within any prison designed by any individual. No matter how long it takes, so long as she is in possession of these vestments, she will be able to escape any prison she is placed in. She can also use these vestments to break bindings that have been placed on other beings, be they mortal or otherwise. The time it takes to break any bonds may vary depending on complexity, ranging from moments to millennium, but if it binds, these can most certainly break it. Aside from this, it also allows the user to open portals in much the same way as her predecessor, Miurcrost, though these Portals have a corona of bright Orange light, as opposed to prismatic Green.

*I claim neither of the images above. Don't remember where I got them, but I'm sure I could find out if anybody had a problem with me not providing a link.

So begins...

Torsc and Riomu's Story

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Though the recent and cataclysmic upheaval had rocked the world to its core, many bits and pieces of the old world remained. Most of these were structures built by the deities that had existed before the cataclysm, but perhaps some of the sturdiest were the shrines built by the now dead Miurcrost, God of Travel, Freedom, and Craft. Of the eight he built before his death, six still stood little worse for wear. Yet, only one remained in a part of the world still unruled by the beasts of chaos. Luckily enough, this was the last one he'd built. This made it two things: the last available repository of his memories, and the place his holy artifacts were instructed to go in the unlikely even of his death. Of course, the time of upheaval that began with the cataclysm was a time of many unlikely events, be they the death of several deities, some in rather undignified manners... or a Divine Seed which, against all odds, fell from the skies to land in the last structure built by a dead god. Another far-fetched, though nowhere near unlikely, event to occur within these ruins was the hatching of two entities from a Divine Seed as opposed to one single deity, an event made possible by the upheaval of the cataclysm. On their own, each was but half as strong as an average God, but together, they were just as powerful. The two half-gods gained many boons from the environment of their birth. They shared Miurcrost's memories, aspects of his portfolio, facets of his personality, and even his name, calling themselves Torsc and Riomu. Torsc took with him Miurcrost's desire to build, his ingenuity, his voice, and his Staff, which changed itself to suit Torsc. It became charred and blackened, eventually falling apart, only to immediately begin burning brighter and hotter than anything Miurcrost had experienced before building the shrine. Almost instinctively, Torsc opened his chest and stowed the Embers within, so as to keep them safe for a later time. Likewise, Riomu gained Miurcrost's desire to wander, love of freedom, jovial demeanor, and his Hat and Compass. As with Torsc, the Hat and Compass changed, becoming a set of Robes and a Mask for Riomu. Having been outfitted with knowledge and items of power, the two made a promise to each other, though. Knowing that divided, they were not as strong as a full god, they swore to aid one another should either of them ever be in peril.

And with that, they set off, in opposite directions.

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Ahuv, the Blue Crane

Ahuv was instructed by Adarani not to involve himself in the fighting that went on in the Cataclysm, stating that if he were to die, she would not be able to cope for centuries. The Blue Crane's journey brought him to the desert that appeared when Acanthus performed the spell. Because he was so busy with tending to Vitaiim matters before the Cataclysm, he never gave himself time to keep hydrated, thus he was barely able to manage flying long enough to make it through the whole event. While he could not die from old age or disease (under normal circumstances, that is), starvation or dehydration were completely different matters. Adarani's thoughts were heard in his head every moment.

What stuck out was, "Ahuv, please stay alive? Please? I don't want to lose you! You're like a son to me!"

"A... son, milady?"

This was the first time Ahuv heard mention of him being considered family. All this time, due to what he knew about deities, he thought his purpose was just to serve Adarani and keep her company. Then again, he thought back to when he was created.

In her sadness, she created a blue bird which waited for her outside. Whenever she could, she planned on accompanying her first creation back to the islands to plan further creation, possibly her first disciples who would help her with her portfolios, though that was unclear as of yet. Looking over at Acanthus, Adarani knew she would not convince him to sway from his decision to banish the two beings who evaded the waves.

Adarani was in what was once Hléradr, the Great Hall of the Gods that Acanthus made, at the time. The whole Pantheon back then, other than Malus, was there, utter chaos forming because of the appearence of the now-deceased God of War, Genocide. He, along with Kreios, were being banished to the Inferno, combat occurring because of their resistance. Adarani did not partake in it, aside from healing Mathias and implanting some of the Love that came from her aura inside that God in hopes that he would stop the fighting. Before she did that however, her sadness at the hopelessness of the situation gave way to forming him: Ahuv, the Blue Crane of Adarani.

"Now I... understand... she felt the Gods would... destroy themselves, back then... I was created... so she would not be alone... without a shoulder to cry on... without comfort... without family..." He finally collasped on the arid sand of the desert, barely able to get back up. Ahuv no longer had the stength to fly and had to go on foot. "I'll regroup with you... as soon as I can... but, first... I need water..." He could see a figure in the distance, but was unsure what to make of it.

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Riomu

Riomu had been wandering for a great deal of time by this point. She'd not yet managed to grow accustomed to the concept of time flowing at a set rate, so she couldn't quite predict how long she'd been walking. She knew she liked what she saw on the way, however. Wide open plains, covered in waist-high grass. Treacherous, humid jungles. Colossal mountains, nearly blotting out the sky. Now, she was in a vast expanse of desert. Were the sun visible in the sky, it would have look beautiful, each individual grain of sand shining like gold. Not that she would've known that, considering that the sky had been dark and foreboding since she'd awoken, what little pale light shone through the clouds staining the dunes an ashen gray. She couldn't help but notice that there was little water to be found here, as opposed to the other places she'd traveled. In all her time walking across the rolling dunes, she'd only seen one body of water, quite some ways back. It wasn't very large, but from the looks of the tree that grew next to it, it seemed clean enough. She knew no thirst, but she would be truly sorry for anything that did, assuming they were out here. As if on cue, upon walking over the next dune, she spotted another living creature. It looked to be a rather large bird. Odd that a bird would be walking as opposed to flying. Wasn't that the one advantage birds had over land-dwelling creatures? Disregarding that train of thought, Riomu took a closer look at the bird. It looked positively exhausted, and judging from its tracks in the sand, stretching back as far as she could see, it'd been walking for quite some time. In the opposite direction from her, no less. She figured it must be resting, and would continue the journey when it has regained its strength. Then, she had an idea. Perhaps she could help the bird on its journey by bringing it further along in its intended direction. She thought for a second, and remembered the pool of water. She could use that as a landmark with which to open a portal. She did just that, and went to get the bird. She gently picked it up and brought it through the portal, setting it near the pool beneath the tree, in case it rained soon. With that out of the way, Riomu continued on her journey, stepping through the portal and closing it behind her.

Moments later, the bird struggled to inch itself closer to the pool, and began to slowly lap at its refreshing waters...

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Torsc

Torsc had come a long way since his departure from his birthplace. Though it was not his reason for being, he was still fairly adept at traveling through rough terrain. Not the best, but competent enough. From his estimates, he'd been wandering for the better half of a day. In that time, he supposed he'd traveled about halfway across the world. Well, the part of the world that hadn't given way to anarchy and bedlam, right down to the most fundamental aspect. He'd reached the border between this place and immediately decided against venturing further, instead opting to head north. And now, he'd found a massive series of natural tunnels and caverns. He'd been exploring it for ages, and could not foresee an end to it. He'd conjured a metallic creature to scout out the cave system, and in this task, it'd covered truly impressive distances, flying nearly a third of the way across the habitable world before turning back. All of this taking place in a cave system, mind. The most confusing part, though, is that the creature hadn't yet found an end to the cave system. Right now, he was standing within perhaps the largest cavern the metallic thing could find and map out. Even with his divine sight, Torsc was having a difficult time seeing the other side, guessing it was about twenty miles off. In the very center of the cavern, there lay a massive, natural pillar, about ten miles in diameter, rising out of a pool of water further down than Torsc cared to guess. Dismissing the creature back to oblivion, he pondered this place. It was perhaps the most secluded place one could hope to find on or in this world...

And so, Torsc had found the perfect place to begin his great work.

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Standing upon the pillar in the center of his cavern, Torsc set about his great work. He pulled upon great veins of ore that lay buried deep within the earth, twisting and working them to suit his needs. This process also revealed a great number of strange, luminescent crystals. They felt strange to Torsc, giving off an eerie energy. Almost as though the crystals were alive, in a sense. He made note of these crystals, for he felt they would be useful at a later stage of his project. Setting that aside, he resumed his work with the metal, still pulling monumental amounts of it from the deepest reaches of the world. When at last he held above him a swirling, semi-molten mass of metal roughly five miles in diameter, he let it come crashing down upon the pillar, where he sculpted and molded this mass until it took the shape he desired, that of a vast fortress of divine steel. Then, he installed the inner workings. Though it was but a solid mass of metal, he began to cut away at it from the inside. Shaping and transmuting parts of it so as to serve his purposes, hollowing out rooms, corridors, walkways and streets. Building great assemblies of gears, massive engines to power machines that have yet to be built, and defenses to safeguard the fortress should the need arise. And, at last, he built three machines to complete his citadel. First, he built something to control the fortress, a semi-sentient construct to look after its essential functions while he was absent, and within it, he placed one of the nine Embers of Innovation to give it power. Second, he built a crucible from which to draw infinite matter, in order to provide materials for his later works, and within it, he placed one of the eight remaining Embers of Innovation to give it power. Finally, he built a forge, from which he could make mortal beings to provide him companionship in these deepest reaches. Not only that, but he sought to do the same for his sister, should she want for company whilst traveling. There were six different molds from which a mortal could be cast, each of them varying in size and shape. He thought this would be a fine gift to present to his sister. He placed within it one of the seven remaining Embers of Innovation to give it power, but before it could be of any use, he knew he'd need some further assistance. For this, he'd need help from his fellow gods. Two in particular, though. One to give them true Life, and one to give them ordered Intelligence. However, there was yet more work to be done on the citadel. He couldn't go himself, not for some time. To remedy this, he created two mechanical creatures, both six feet tall and bipedal in shape, wings issuing forth from their backs. Their faces were smooth and featureless, save for two points of glowing light in place of eyes. To these beings, his issued one order: to locate and request the assistance of the deities Adarani and Mathias.

Instructions fresh within their minds, he sent them off to complete their task...

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Mathias watched the new god leave. While he thought following him will present more data, the arrival of others drew his attention. Mathias hoped the New God of Madness will keep out of too much trouble. Mathias placed glove back on his hand and left the repaired village. Mathias would continued to travel about the Middle Realm, the world has drastically changed. Landscapes and Landmarks, all gone and formed new ones. This wasn't the same Middle Realm Mathias was used to. Mathias wished that he could find something familiar, this whole aftermath, has left him with very little to hold on to. Mathias then thought of The Valeish. His race of mortals being lodge in Paradise. Mathias needs to tend to them, they cannot live in Paradise for they are not dead. He had already decided to wipe their memories of the place, no living mortal should have inner knowings of the realm. That is what Mathias believes anyway.

Mathias' longing was gaining control and it seemed all the more likely to leave for the Upper Realm until... A strange creature found it's way towards him, Mathias didn't notice it but it was vaguely familiar. As it approached him it asked for Mathias to find a deity far to the north. Mathias was confused but it seemed as good an opportunity as any to find another one. Mathias agreed and followed the mechanized being north. Mathias hadn't noticed this before, but the further north he traveled, the colder it became. Soon vegetation began to be come sparser and sparser. Until none left and left only ice. It was in the thick of this the mechanical creature brought him to the mouth of a cave. It motioned him to follow inside.

Mathias did so and was navigated through the subterranean tunnels. Eventually they came to the epicenter which was a remarkable sight indeed. He hadn't seen craftsmanship of this caliber since Cinderaris! It was reminiscent of Foteea's metal work but it had it's own unique style. Mathias wandered the metal fortress until he was brought upon the deity. The deity himself seemed to be made of metal as well as flesh. An odd amalgamation of man and machine indeed. Mathias decided to speak up.

"Hello there." Mathias called to the half god. "I must say your metal work is superb and trust me, I've seen great works before." Mathias spoke as he looked around. "You must be one of the new gods I keep on sensing, my name is Mathias!" Mathias called out. "It's humorous, I was looking for you and you were looking for me." Mathias pulled off a chuckle. "So what is it that you need?" Mathias asked the god. Mathias found his energy very similar to another god's. Mathias waited and decided to examine this god himself.

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Torsc

"Greetings, sir Mathias. I'm glad you could make it." spoke the god for the first time. He couldn't help but notice how deep his voice was, sounding like nothing more than the beating of an enormous drum. "You see, I am in need of assistance with a project I've undertaken. I wish to use my divine power to create six species of mortal life, and to this end, I have built a machine to accomplish this. Though it has all the power it could possibly need, I am lacking two integral components necessary for the creation of such beings. One of these is the knowledge of society you could provide for them, while the other would be the capability to reproduce on their own, as opposed to each generation of these beings spawning forth from this device.". "Well, I suppose I could help you," said Mathias. "Would you like me to leave a copy of my books here for them to read from once they've been created?"
"No, no. That won't be necessary. I simply need you to focus your energies into a glyph." With that, he produced a small, octagonal object with strange symbols etched into its surface. "Once you do this, my task will be as simple as placing this glyph within the device before activating it." "Interesting" said Mathias. "Well, I'd better get on that. How might I go about empowering the glyph?"

"You need simply hold it within your hand, and focus your knowledge of civilization on it..."

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Mathias looked at the object the half-mechanized god gave him. It was a curious thing and Mathias could hardly believe such a thing could really process so much information. Yet, he was definitely interested if a glyph can store the data given to him by Justice. Mathias did as instructed and began to pour knowledge into it.

"What are you doing?" The still voice of Justice chimed in.

[I'm just pouring my knowledge found in my three books into this object.] [It will be just as I did with the books themselves!] Mathias thought with glee.

"Beware of spreading my knowledge so willingly..." Justice warned.

[I thought you wanted this knowledge distributed?] Mathias spoke confused.

"True, but...I have circumstances of doing such...I could control how much was given to be processed by mortal minds..." "This thing however can process more than a mortal could...I don't want such precious inner workings be entirely divulged." Justice spoke.

[Don't worry I'll put an adequate enough amount for them to understand the basics. From there they can decided what to do with the knowledge and adapt it to their society.] Mathias reassured as he placed more knowledge into the glyph. Torsc would be able to see the golden aura swirling about his hands as it imprinted knowledge into the object.

After awhile Mathias finished the task and handed the glyph out for Torsc. "I hope that is satisfactory enough my kin." Mathias waited for Torsc to take it.

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Torsc

"Thank you, sir Mathias" said Torsc, accepting the Glyph from Mathias. "I dare say I'd not have been able to do this without your assistance. If you'd like, you're welcome to make your leave now. I'm positive you're busy with something. But, before you go..."
Torsc began to rifle through a compartment hidden within his abdomen, eventually producing a rectangular tile, with etchings similar to those that were present on the Glyph, though these shone a deep teal as opposed to bright gold. "I would like to offer you an invitation to the creation of these beings, once I've contacted madam Adarani and procured a few more materials. When the time comes, a recorded message will inform you that it is about to begin, and give you instructions on how to use the invitation to return to the citadel instantaneously."
"My, that is... polite of you, Torsc. I just may have to take you up on that offer" said Mathias. "I'll be going now. I'll use the invitation if I can" he added with a smile. And with that, Mathias flew off, away from the citadel and out of the cavernous deeps. Once Mathias had left, Torsc installed the Glyph within the forge that would very soon create six new varieties of sentient life. And after that, he decided to make some alterations to his voice, so as to make it a bit higher in pitch, less metallic...

He certainly didn't want to be embarrassed during any future social encounters.

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Ahuv

Ahuv tilted his head sideways when Acanthus called him a 'mortal'. I can't die of old age, but I guess that's close enough. "I am not exactly sure how much, but I can heal others rather well. I have other abilities, too, though I have not used all of them." It was when Acanthus chuckled and asked about the half goddess that he straightened up his neck, again. "I did not figure out much besides what I already told you. I was dying of thirst when she spotted me and took me to the oasis you see here. By the time I had strength enough to stand and speak, she already left, not even uttering a word the whole time. The mask had a painted face, while her robes were orange and elegant."

Adarani

Adarani was pleased to see the Sanuut worked. Just when she was about to meditate, a machine-like creature landed next to her. This made her tilt her head sideways, confused. The only deity she knew who had the capacity for this sort of craftsmanship was Miurcrost, and he died in the Cataclysm. Who created this mortal was a mystery to her until he spoke, requesting that she follow him to see Torsc. The name's power flowed through her veins. It felt like Miurcrost, alright, yet the power was only half. The name meant Torsc was the Half God of Artifice.

Ahuv

Meanwhile, Ahuv felt Torsc's name, as well, through the link. He closed his eyes to focus on it, then reopened his eyes to look at Acanthus. The link I have with Adarani just told me the name of the Half Goddess' twin. His name is Torsc. I do not know the name of the deity I encountered."

Adarani

Back at the Archipelago, the Elder Goddess of Love nodded and turned into a dove to fly. The closer she and the machine got to their destination, the colder and more desolate the environment became. It was not long before the entrance to what would be an underground network came into view. Adarani was instructed to head inside and assist the Half God with granting fertility to his creations. Once she found her way, she found a citadel made of metal and stone. It was not quite as grand as the Halls of Justice in Paradise, yet she found it impressive, nonetheless. She followed the aura until she came across the deity.

"You're... Torsc, are you not?" Her shyness left her several feet away from him, at first. It was not until a moment later that she gathered the courage to come closer, looking at the empty glyph. "I'm supposed to implace some of the fertility power I have into that, aren't I?" Picking it up, she pondered on whether it was a good idea. "The last time I used my powers of Fertility on a metallic race, it was the Krul made by Genocide. Now that I think about it, violent as both he and his people were, it may not have been the smartest idea, considering Kreios manipulated the Krul into attacking the Vitaiim, before the Trial that took place prior to the Cataclysm." Adarani sighed after thinking it over more. "Although, it would be cruel to not show at least a bit of kindness to others. You don't owe me anything for this, Torsc. I'm doing it because I feel I am meant to help those in need."

With that, the Elder Goddess of Fertility began gathering her Paradise energy from within. Once enough of it came, she concentrated it into the hand that held the glyph. The power then entered the glyph and set it glowing bright blue, the color of Paradise Fertility energy. She gave it to Torsc once the process completed. "Here you go. That should be more than enough. I better go, now. I sense the aura of another God that sprouted from a Divine Seed, and he seems to be chilled to the bone."

Adarani turned into a dove the moment she exited the cave. following the new God's aura, she found him in front of a tombstone, crying as if a child. It turns out, he was a child, swelling with grief. The Edler Goddess of Love felt compelled to help him, unable to resist the urge she felt wtihin herself. Landing behind him, she reverted back to her humanoid form and hugged him from behind. A tear fell down her right eye, unnoticeable due to the heavy rain. "You poor little boy! What are you doing out here? You could get sick if exposed to the cold weather and rain for too long! We better get you indoors!" She let go and stood up straight, offering a hand to him. "Let's go inside the house across from this field. I'll fix up some Vitalita Tea for you." Her gentle smile matched her innocent-looking blue eyes. "What is your name?"

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Riomu

Wandering, wandering, endless wandering. Though she had traveled far, she'd never arrived. Where she was meant to arrive, she did not know. All she knew is that her destination was yet further along upon the proverbial road. This was a road that stretched far, and accommodated all who held a destiny. Everyone had their own road to walk, and hers went far beyond what she could see. She enjoyed the sights along the way, but never stopped to stare. Not at the fields, not at the deserts, not at the mountains that held fire at their peaks. Not even to gaze upon the verdant forests in the valley below those infernal heights. As she walked within the woodlands, she could feel a presence. One whose significance was only known to the stolen memories of times long forgotten. It felt quite similar to her own being, free. It carried with it, however, a certain bestial savagery, a protean demeanor, and in its deepest recesses, a hint of loss. Her curiosity was piqued, and for the first time, she took pause in her journey. She sat down, waiting for whatever presence dominated these woods to show itself.

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Torsc

The preparations had been made, and the critical moment was nearly at hand. He'd finished building the city that would house the first generation of his creations, and give them a base from which to grow and expand. He activated all critical systems, and placed within the device six vials of luminescent fluid, distilled from the crystals that grew in the deepest reaches of the earth. Cinnabar, Amber, Citrine, Jade, Turquoise, and Amethyst. These were the closest approximations he could set to these substances. The substances that would give his dreams life. Now, all that remained was to activate the machine. However, he certainly wouldn't begin such a momentous process without inviting the guests of honor. And so, before he activated the machine, he sent out the signal to the invitations he presented to Mathias and Adarani.

And with that, he activated the machine, giving his guests ample time to make their entrance.

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((Sorry that it's so much longer this time, I decided to cut out some dialogue from my new mortals and the Amares that will come later in my next post.))

Nylia

Nylia nodded...she didn't know what to expect from Cragin...it seemed as though he longed to have something...but was fighting against it. She noticed it after hugging him, after he gently comforted her, after he transformed, sometimes even after she only spoke. Was it her that was causing him all of this frustration? After he left Nylia's eyes drooped down as she was quite melancholy...something about her was causing Cragin to drift the two of them apart but what was it? Nylia shook her head, dismissing her thoughts, she had business to attend to.

“the girl that killed father, she was here before father was king of this land” Nylia turned around to hear the Gorgon, and after it said what it had to, it slithered away. Nylia eyed it oddly as it left, wondering what it could have been doing..."Father...king of this land...killed...by a girl..." Nylia thought, putting the pieces together...could that creature be a child of Kreios...and the girl that killed Kreios was Laska..."If Laska was in the Inferno before Kreios then maybe she was born before I was..." Nylia thought to herself. "But Jute was also here before Kreios," Nylia thought rubbing her temples, if anything the Gorgon made things a bit harder. Nylia decided she would stick to working on finding the location of Jute and/or Laska. She called upon her royal guards, beasts left by Kreios and Jute that she appointed as her elite. "I need you to locate Jute," she said seeing the fear in their eyes. "Don't fret, you don't need to confront her, just find her, escape, and tell me her location," she stated, calming them down a bit "I also need you to find a Goddess named Laska, who may very well be Jute as well," Nylia stated describing the Goddess she saw during the Cataclysm. After her guards moved out she went onto her next order of business...her children.

Nylia moved to a different location of the first level, where many unborn mortals were. Nylia searched for the two specific souls of her unborn children. Eventually, she found the two children...they were beautiful...she had to stop tears from coming, she was so happy to see them. When she grabbed them, something crazy happened. Black aura swirled around the two souls, red sparks surrounded them, statically, they changed form, becoming more tangible, until they were completely revived, mortal once again. Nylia was quite tired resting on her knees as she panted, reviving them took quite a lot out of her. She hugged her two children, they had her beauty and aspects of Ulmo's sealike qualities, while still holding dark features from her new undead powers. She would call them Cyrenas. "Go forth my children, propagate, and rule as you wish, I plan on seeing you again," Nylia stated letting her children into the Middle Realm, but before they did she warned them of Laska and Jute, telling them to tell her if they ever saw either of the Goddesses. After she told them, the two children left where they basked in the glory of the sea. Nylia then began searching for Jute and or Laska in the Inferno as well.

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Mathias watched the god of war with caution as he soon spoke. His words were respectful unlike the crass words of the former god of war, no Mathias did notice some differences. While he radiated different powers than the previous one, it still created nothing but uncertainty as is with most storms. Mathias studied him and while he wasn't sure, his words he heard spoken gave Mathias some hope. It was then until Acanthus spoke up. Acanthus' words proved to give him more reassurance. While not fully accepting his intentions as clear, he did however accept that he could at least trust him enough to not go back on his word. If The God of War betrayed this trust, then Mathias will know he is no different from Genocide.

"Well I'm glad no trouble is to be found here." Mathias spoke as he gave a warm smile. "Yes, it will be interesting to see you on the battlefield as well." Mathias spoke looking at his electrical kin. Mathias decided to give him a bow as a sign of good faith on his word. "I am Mathias, and as you seem to know I am the God of Justice." Mathias spoke introducing himself to the war god. Mathias watched Acanthus as he spoke.

"Would either of you two like to help me make another hall? I had to use the last one to help power my creation spell."

Mathias placed a hand on his chest, "Why it would be a great honor to help you reconstruct the hall!" Mathias spoke as he gave a smile. But before he could follow, something stirred. Mathias pulled forth from a belt chain, the tile Torsc gave him."Attention, Lord Mathias The Forge of Life has been activated, and organic genesis is about to begin. To return to the Citadel immediately, one need simply hold their invitation out before themselves, and repeat the phrase: "Traicere". This will cause one's invitation to become a gate to an atrium in the Citadel where the Forge of Life rests. This gate will only close upon the holder of the gate's corresponding invitation returning through their own gate. Any invitations used will be lost in this event. Sir Torsc eagerly awaits your arrival, Lord Mathias." It seemed Torsc is ready for Mathias to return. While Mathias would love to help Acanthus, it seemed prior engagements must take his attention. Mathias looked up from the tile and spoke to Acanthus.

"I must apologize, but our kin, the one called Torsc, has just invited me to make an audience to the beginning of his creations." Mathias spoke. "I said I would make an appearance and I will make good on my word." Mathias paused and smiled. "Our brother seems to be very clever with technology as my invitation is also my ticket there!" Mathias gave a chuckle. He then held out the tile in front of him and prepared to use it to travel north. "I bid good fortune to you all." Mathias spoke his goodbye. He then stopped and wondered, surely Torsc wouldn't mind if he invited Acanthus. He then spoke, "Acanthus would you like to accompany me?" Mathias asked his eldest brother. He then looked at his young brother. "Would you like to go as well?" Mathias asked Kalimdor. He awaited their response.

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Kalimdor arched his eyebrow at his each of brothers request. Creation was not something the God of War was created for yet he was curious as to what form a creation of his would take.

"Ask and you shall receive brothers."

Kalimdor stated as he took a step towards Acanthus, his mighty hammer Ragnarok in his grasp sprang to life as lighting crackled around it.

"I know not what strength I have to build but I will set Ragnarok to the task. That is once we've returned from this demonstration of sorts."

Kalimdor said, turning to Mathias at the end of his reply.

"I will follow you, perhaps see what place this technology can have in the theater of war if any."

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Mathias stared at the portal Acanthus made, while it was a nice gesture, Mathias had a better route. "Um, forgive my rudeness Acanthus, but this tile here will take us straight into the confines of Torsc's domain and we will be more better situated into our viewing area." Mathias spoke. "Please if I say the word we will be directed straight to the forge, otherwise we would have to navigate the caverns." Mathias spoke into the tile "Traicere" and another portal opened but this one was inside the caverns and in the area Torsc wished for Mathias to visit.

"Please you two must go first the portal will close if I enter first." Mathias spoke. As he waited for Acanthus and Kalimdor to proceed before him.

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Acanthus

Acanthus laughed and closed his own portal. "That's fine my friend. We shall use your technological device." He looked closer at the portal made by Mathias "So this is technology eh? It's not all that different from magic is it? I will have to have a long discussion with Torsc. My new hall will have to wait for longer than I thought." He mused to himself. He looked at the blue crane. "Goodbye my friend, I hope to have another conversation with you soon. Say hello to Adarani for me. Oh! and give her this." He waved his hand and conjured a tongue of blue flame that had a stem like a rose. "From her father," he said with a smile. "It can give her any three things she desires as long as i could make it myself."

He nodded when Mathias said that they'd have to go first and stepped through the portal with the new war god, and into an underground fortress. He was amazed by all of the metal work. He looked around with the excitement of a child who just received a new toy. Then he saw the half-god. At first he thought that the god was just a head, but then he saw that the god was encased in metal with a glowing furnace inside of his chest.

"Hello Torsc, "Acanthus said with a nod of his head. "It is a pleasure to meet you. I am Acanthus."

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Mathias watched as Acanthus and Kalimdor stepped through the portal before him. Mathias looked to the blue crane that serves Adarani. "Please excuse us graceful crane, may you have a good day." Mathias spoke to Ahuv saying his goodbye and then stepped through the portal himself. The portal closed behind Mathias and he noticed his tile was gone just as it said it would. Mathias looked around to see even more metal work than last he saw of it. Torsc certainly works hard and consistently. It looked as if he didn't even take a rest since Mathias left!

Mathias couldn't help but appreciate what Torsc had accomplish. He hoped one day his creations could create something so vast and wondrous. Then his mind drifted to The Valeish they have spent long enough in Paradise, he would have to return to retrieve them as soon as this is over. Mathias walked over to Torsc. "Great to see you again!" "I do hope that my inviting of some of our kin isn't of any inconvenience." "If you would like Acanthus could open a portal for them to leave, I thought it would be a good idea for them to witness this as well." "You can trust them, they hold respect and honor in high regard." Mathias spoke reassuringly. Mathias awaited to see this demonstration.

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Of the twenty five that had survived the battle five of them were eaten by the one who stayed to fight. When he was above the ground he had smelled more apex predators but he had sensed some enter his territory. It would take time to get there but there must be more things to eat on the way there but fighting more of the apex he would need more men, he led his remaining nightlings back to the birth pit somehow he sensed that he would need the bodies of the dead so they dragged the dead chaos beasts to the pit and threw them in, the last ingredient was his drool. Again the cycle started at the end his numbers were at sixty and when the tunneling began he smelt dead bodies, a few pit stops to increase the power of his mortals wouldn’t hurt.

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#, as written by Deallo
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.