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The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm

Creation

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a part of The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm, by Midnightclub.

These are the Three Realms

Midnightclub holds sovereignty over Creation, giving them the ability to make limited changes.

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Creation

These are the Three Realms

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Creation is a part of The Pantheon: Post Cataclysm.

3 Places in Creation:

21 Characters Here

Adarani [292] The Elder Goddess of Love, Healing, and Fertility
Mathias [241] The Elder God of Justice and Civilization
Jute [220] The goddess of Deception, Greed, Malice, Snakes, Battle, and Foresight
Nylia [204] The Elder Goddess of Revenge, Seduction, Manipulation, and the Undead.
Mérida [131] Goddess of Nature, Season and Rainbows
Acanthus [105] The god of Magic, Wisdom, and Knowledge
Othuma [99] The God of Death
Keindra [85] God of service, servants, masters. and contracts
Torsc and Riomu [55] The Half-Gods of Artifice and Freedom
Rodrauge [54] The lord of soil, sand, stone, dust, and metal.

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The Marque of Betannia

Muto smirked at Ruthtaika's embarrassment, it was usually her who ended up getting him embarrassed, so it amused him to see her blushing as she was at his request. "W-well it's not exactly a proposal just yet," Muto said laughing nervously, "It's a pretty long process with tons of suitors to go through...I'd just be really glad to see you as one of them," Muto said, he barely knew any of his other suitors, and having someone he did know, and possibly did have feelings for would make things a lot better.

When he heard her accept his smile widened much larger, and he felt much more relieved without the worries of what her answer was going to be. But he was much more surprised when he felt her kiss his cheek, causing him to blush, making his cheeks a light blue on his dark blue skin. He crossed his arms around his chest again, looking down in an attempt to mask his blush, typical for Ruthtaika to embarrass him, even after he got her so flustered he thought to himself with a silent laugh.

Eventually they made it to the throne room of the castle, and they both stepped into a more professional demeanor. As he listened to what she said it made a bit more sense for why she decided to keep information on the war undisclosed, though he would still have to tread lightly, letting his personal opinions on her get in the way of the logic he needed to govern this kingdom wouldn't be a smart thing to do. But his focus changed primarily on his mother who seemed to be in deep contemplation...

This was a difficult situation for his mother...inform the populace of the ongoing war between the Federation and the Republic and she'd have to expect public panic; keep the information a secret and then if anyone ever finds out she's in the wrong for keeping this information undisclosed! It was a lose-lose situation for his mother at the moment but she had to make a decision eventually. He noticed her sigh, and brush a strand of red hair out of her eyes and back into her tightly wound bun. For Beta Amares, red hair was recessive, because of this, when she wed a man with midnight blue hair and gave birth to himself, his hair wasn't red, but midnight blue. As for his sister, she was known to be somewhat of an anomaly due to her red hair...

Finally, she began to speak, "Very well then, even if it will cause panic we must inform the populace of what is happening to their loved ones, I shall give a speech to the public in the royal courtyard and have the press there, and keep the news of it regulated as to not cause mass hysteria, I'll let them know that the Federation doesn't want anyone to intervene, as peace is something that is plausibly attainable. Hopefully, that shall keep everyone calm," the Queen concluded, dismissing them.

Muto gave his respects and then left the room with Ruthtaika. Once they were gone he began speaking to her again, "You should be expecting a man to come knock on your door tonight, he shall request that you be one of my suitors and take part in the customs that help determine who out of those suitors shall become my Marquette, don't let him know that I informed you about any of this previously...because it's kind of against the rules," Muto said laughing a bit. "I have business to attend to now...but I'll talk to you later," he said, hugging Ruthtaika before walking away.

Razdan

As Razdan listened to everything Hagara said his mouth was ajar due to awe. The Sacrira Moutar where extremely beautiful, and the thought of there being possible action arising out of this journey were extremely exciting. He felt kind of bad for hoping that there would be some sort of violence occurring while he was here, but he couldn't help himself, he barely got into any real action, and sparring was so dull.

But what came next began to ruin his mood. "So you mean when there's a big war going on right in front of us, we're going to be babysitting some kids?" Razdan asked dumbfounded. He sighed slightly and put his fist to his head. "I can't believe this," Razdan moaned, "At least there's a possibility for some action," he mumbled to himself as Hagara knocked on the door. Soon, a boy answered the door and greeted the two of them, "It could be pretty cool...eventually I guess," Razdan muttered silently. Though he tried to ease up on his negativity, seeing as it wasn't exactly polite to be like that in someone else's home, he couldn't help himself thanks to the circumstances.

The boy called someone named Netsu, and a girl appeared around the corner, she had fair blue skin and white wings protruding from her back, the base of each feather having a slight cloudy blue coloration, though she lacked any pattern on her wings which he found peculiar. Her eyes were black and her hair short and blonde. She looked different from many Amares and Sacrirans; he guessed it made sense because she and her brother were born from parents of both creations but it was still odd. "...Hello," the girl said silently and Razdan stared at her with confusion, "Uh...hey," he said, with a slight wave of his hand. Once the greetings were over he entered the household, still unsure of what to do, he never really watched over anyone before and wasn't sure what he was exactly supposed to be doing with the two of them. He turned to Hagara, waiting to see what she did and follow her lead.

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The Valeish


Secret Meeting

The small group watched as the one they have summoned, appeared. And of course the Sacriran was tense, and prepared for attack. Even alone they so foolishly allow themselves to become victimized. Yet, this was a meeting of business not war. As they small group of Valeish watched Abnersa there hands near weapons themselves if needed. When a cloaked Valeish stood out above the group.

"Welcome Abnersa, I presume?" The Valeish spoke in a whimsical tone. "There is no requirement for such defensiveness, you are safe here." The Valeish spoke. "I understand you must be horribly confused as to why, we called for you." The Valeish spoke as he begun to pace. "Well the matter is quite simple really." "I understand you hate us and well, we don't much care for you either, but," The cloaked Valeish paused in both is speech and movement, "It doesn't mean we cannot benefit from each other." He spoke. "We have something that should be of great interest towards you Abnersa." "For we have the very documents that will decide the future of your war efforts." "Remember what happened at the High Court?" "When this Hanryyt, appeared and presented documents to some of our people." "Well these documents have very, very important details, internal, private details, and if they happened to end up in the hands of the, West Consul, your war effort will be...ceased." He spoke.

"Now why am I telling you this?" "It's because I am willing to be professional here, and assist you." The Valeish man spoke. "I ask of you to act the same, as I am here to give you a proposition." The Valeish man then paused.
"We are on the verge of collapse, we the Expellers, and all of our efforts will end, unless the Sacrirans leave of their own accord." "What I ask you is this," he then paused, "Convince your people to leave our lands forever, and I will present to you these documents to do with as you wish." The Valeish man offered. "You will receive them once the last Sacriran exits this land." "If you fail to cooperate with us or do anything to betray us, then we will mail these documents to the West Consul and your efforts will be in vain." The Valeish man warned. "Do we have a deal?" The Valeish man asked as he held out his hand for a confirming handshake.


The Town of Trisinad

The Valeish were going about their daily routines that day. Blissfully unaware of the world beyond the mountain walls of the valley. The town is rather sleepy, as activity is dull and slow in the town of Trisinad. Everyone stuck in a mundane cycle. Despite the exciting news going on at the White Capitol, the Valeish at Trisinad are not lucky to have such riot. That was until one unsuspecting woman looked up at the sky. Her blood curdling scream was heard by those around her as Valeish of all shapes and sizes looked up to see the aircraft. They stared in awe as some ran for their homes. A Valeish Constable ran to the scene. "What's going on?!" He asked. The people pointed and with speed from for the Constable's Office. "Sirs!" "We have a situation!" The entirety of the Trisinad police force came running to see this spectacle.

Unsure of what to do the Shrievalty or Sheriff of the town asked for a courier. One such came and the Sheriff asked to bring word to the city of Bristiel and tell the Municipal Mayor to send word to the capitol. The courier rode by his horse for Bristiel from there word will be sent to King Telondris in Kelzekia. In the mean time the Valeish stared in a mixture of awe, horror, and suspicion. They were not sure what may happen.


Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea Shop

After the handshake Marilaiku asked if she could sit at the table. Then Kolson looked towards her and spoke, "If you wish." Kolson spoke. His mind half-focused on her and the other half focused on business at the academy. It was until then his tea was finally brought to him. "Here is the House Brew." A young Valeish man spoke as he handed him the hot cup of tea. "Yes, thank you." Kolson spoke as the young man bowed and the left. He blew the steam off the top and took a small sip. Then placed the cup back on it's plate coaster. It helped eased his thoughts but worriment still pressed through.


City of Azermaine-Tooley Street
Constabulary-Seventh Cliff Precinct
Investigator-Oleandru Nevitt


Investigative Officer Oleandru Nevitt stood at the base of the steps to the apartment at which the crazed Doctor Heyfeldt lived. As he stood there, Desbrook (Who came for a laugh), stood next to Oleandru. "So you really are going through with this madness Nevitt?" Desbrook rhetorically asked. "Well just because you might not care about this investigation, doesn't mean I do." Oleandru defended. "Oh it's not that I don't, I just know this is a waste of time." Desbrook responded. Oleandru only shook his head as he walked up the steps to the door of the apartment. He then knocked. "Open up this is the Constabulary!" "We only want to talk." Nevitt stated as he waited for a response. "Brilliant Nevitt, I'm pretty sure if I was a loon I would still have the mind not to answer to the Constables!" Desbrook criticized. Oleandru then looked towards him, "What you find procedures a waste of time too?" Oleandru retorted. Then the door opened when a young woman answered.

"May I help you officers?" she asked. "Yes, we would like a word-" Then Oleandru was interrupted, "What my friend here means we would like to see the good doctor beautiful." Lolan spoke as he gave a playful wink and a smile. "Yes, Doctor Heyfeldt is this way." The woman did lead them, completely ignoring Desbrook's advances. Oleandru could only sigh in annoyance. "What?" Lolan whimsically asked. As they entered deeper into the complex. The hallways seemed litter with pictures and objects. All seem old in their appearance. Soon they came upon a disorganized, and messy lab. Filled with loose papers, texts, and vials. The woman then knocked on the door gentley. "HM!? What!?" Doctor Heyfeldt nearly jumped out of his skin as he looked to see his assistant. "Oh Aliandra!" "Didn't see you there." Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "Whose this here?" He asked. "Yes sir these are two officers here to see you." She spoke as she then left the guests with him. "Yes come here chaps!" "I am quite busy on some really exciting matters." "Yet, what can I do ya for?" "Oh and please don't mind me, I have a connection of ideas and don't wish to lose sight of them!" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke rather erratically. "Yes sir well I was hoping you can tell me more about this." Oleandru presented him a chest.

"Hm?" Doctor Heyfeldt took a quick look at the chest. "Jaymander Woodworks, Circa 293 3A, Birch, common storage item, used by your Constabulary." The Doctor spoke as he went about his business. Desbrook looked astonished and then Oleandru spoke. "No sir not the chest but what's in it." Nevitt spoke as he opened it. The Doctor took a quick look through his sporadic movements and the gasped and stepped back. "What?!" "What is it!?" Nevitt asked concerned. "Blood!" "I hate blood!" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "I'm sorry to hear that but please I need your skills to help tell me who held this piece of lumber." Nevitt pleaded then the Doctor carefully took it out. "Timber, cut short off of a 2x4 plank, used in construction, originally made in Jorsen's Lumber Mill." Doctor Heyfeldt spoke. "The blood, A positive and...O positive?" Doctor Heyfeldt spoke some what confused. "Yes two people were struck with this weapon." Nevitt explained. "Yes, yes that is certain." The Doctor agreed. "What I need though is you to tell me who has held this, it's history." Nevitt asked. Doctor Heyfeldt looked towards him and then gave a smirk, "I have been wanting to try something." Doctor Heyfeldt then quickly runs to his desk and then wipes the table clean, to show an intricate circle. "Now then boys, allow me to show you the magic of alchemy!" He spoke with glee as he it would seem at random he poured potions upon the wood. "Now then." He added some powder and the circle glowed with unnatural light as the wood caught a flame with a blue flame. "What in the Inferno are you doing!?" Desbrook shouted. "Lolan wait." Nevitt spoke. "He's burning your evidence Nevitt!" "He has to stop!" Lolan shouted. "Hush, you two I'm not burning it!" The Doctor spat. Soon the fire revealed finger prints all along the board. "Now it will take me some time top decipher the prints, but rest assured it will be done swiftly." "Aliandra!" He called. "Yes Doctor." She spoke. "Take these men to the kitchen and give them something to drink while they wait." He ordered. "Yes, Doctor, come with me." She spoke as she took the men's sleeves and dragged them. "But wait the evidence." Desbrook protested but was rushed along.

It was some minutes later when the Doctor came into the room and told them of his discoveries. He gave them names, but not just names but the time frames of when the names held the items. The latest names were people from the Constabulary and were not the killers then those that held the piece of lumber before were a few people who could fit into the time frame of the abductions. There was a Garbage collector named Garin Tessem, a bookstore owner named Tobe Kesster, and a Priest's Acolyte named Melek. The Investigators thanked Doctor Heyfeldt for his help and took the evidence with them, but Oleandru was brought back for a quick, whispered warning. "Becareful Officer, the fingerprints also brought up traces of some very dark magic." Doctor Heyfeldt warned as Aliandra showed them out. "So will you still accompany me to dinner?" Desbrook asked as she closed the door on the both of them. "She really likes to make you work for it." Desbrook smirked. "Please she probably finds you nauseating." Oleandru joked. "Oh now you have a sense of humor!" Desbrook spoke equally amused. "Besides how can she find this face nauseating?" Lolan laughed as did Oleandru. Despite the lightheartedness, Oleandru had names and once he returned to the Constabulary, he asked for files on the three names. It gave them locations and home addresses, and families. It was time to find their culprit.

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Ruthtaika listened and nodded to confirm she understood what Muto said. She hugged back and saw him beginning to walk away. She did feel a pang of guilt for not explaining herself about the letters, so she walked up to him and said, "Muto, about the letters my brother sent to me." Her eyes did express a hint of sadness. "I didn't mention them before because I know how the Betans would react to anything written by him. Sure, Hanryyt went out of control in that incident with Maarzan, but he has a good heart. His tough and scary persona in a fight is just a mask, he is actually very sensitive on the inside. It's just that, people don't see that side of him often. You have to truly know him in person to witness his sensitivity come out of him."

She said what she had to, what Muto thought of her after that would be revealed, in time. Her head downcast, she turned and walked back to her house. There, she sat at her desk and looked at the painting of Hanryyt she had made by one of the local artists before the invasion. It showed him holding the Bo Staff of Davu for the first time. A tear came down as she thought of the times when she did not have to worry for his sake.

That night, a messenger knocked on the door and told her she was chosen as a suitor, to which she agreed with a soft smile. She had no idea what was in store for her. Plus, with many more women that could have been chosen for the long process, she was a little worried.

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The Sacrirans in Sacrira Neuvi were in a mix of panic and outrage after hearing what Queen Anyrse said of the war. People began to worry for their loved ones. however, it was not as wild as the Queen might have feared, though it was sort of chaotic. Eventually, members of the Second Sacriran Order who were there managed to calm everyone down somewhat. The fears remained, yet they were tame.

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Hagara noticed Razdan's reactions and laughed lightly. "Nobody said being a Monk or Nun was always eventful."

Daviko led everyone to the table, where Hagara and Razdan were offered to sit first. Once they did, Daviko sat, as well, motioning for Netsu to do the same. Eventually, two Templarim, the older one being the very leader of the Protection League and the most powerful Templarim in the world, Joshuntaf. The younger one was a female who, in Templarim years, was about Razdan's age, if not a bit older. They both stood in the kitchen with the rest of the group.

Hagara smiled warmly. "Joshuntaf. It's nice to see you are alive and well, considering the Security Force is gone."

Joshuntaf laughed a little. "Oh, believe me: I had a hard time ensuring the safety of many people, as per Ruthtaika's orders. I've got a few scars to show for that. Well, now that I formed the Protection League, plenty of instances where people's lives were saved from the crossfire gave me more scars on my chest and back, so I can't tell which came from which, anymore. You're not looking terrible, yourself. I see you still wear the Security Force uniform."

"It's a reminder of the past."

"I see. How did the destruction of God items in mortal possession go?"

"Nightling almost had us trapped, but the taskforce I was in managed to destroy the known ones. We were ordered to wait for further instructions while we travel elsewhere, which is how I came across Razdan, here."

"That's good to know. We could not risk a war where such divine power was used to wreak even more havoc. There was no telling what kind of damage there could have been."

"I haven't heard from the man in charge of the operation since. He has gone on alone, and I can only hope he is all right."

Joshuntaf laughed, again. "Knowing him, he most likely is."

The young female Templarim, Ruthumtya Sasakimu, noticed Razdan and said, "Razdan, huh? That's a cute name for an Amare." She gave the boy a wink, then refocused her attention on the task at hand, her face showing all seriousness. "Anyway, we shall keep watch at the river and let you know of anything going on at the other side. If anyone crosses, we'll be the first to come across them."

Joshuntaf shrugged. "Yes, it is as she described it, though I have repeatedly told her she should not expect everything to come easily, considering what we could face."

Daviko shrugged, as well. "Well, this is a largely isolated area, so we hope things don't get bloody. Right, Setsu?"

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Abnersa was about to pull his katana out when a man said he was safe. Whatever amount of his katana he pulled out, he immediately pushed back into his scabbard. he listened intently and knew immediately what was being talked about. Every word was registered into his mind. He was hesitant, at first, because he knew this could be a trap. Plus, it was not just Republic refugees, there were Federation ones, too, and he doubted any Federation Sacriran would follow him. Still, this was his last chance to keep his goals sound. In order for the Sacrirans to be stronger than before, certain enemies must be vanquished.

Eventually, he moved his hand from his katana, to the cloaked Expeller's hand. "Hanryyt Androscaf na Davutite has been a thorn in my side for long enough. Should I succeed, it shall be his head, not mine, on that pole."

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Marilaiku sat down with her Rejiv Vitalita, taking a sip while thinking of what to say. "So, uh... have you ever been to the dojo? I am an instructor there, so that's where I often focus my time at." She honestly did not know what to talk about. She merely thought of it as she went.

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The Marque of Betannia

Muto was sad to see Ruthtaika seem so guilty, he made sure to give her a reassuring smile and tell her it was okay before she left. He wondered what was in store for him, seeing as the process for choosing a Marquette was usually always different with some similarities here and there. He just hoped that nothing too embarrassing were to happen, and seeing that Betan culture was getting at least slightly more modest, it seemed plausible that it wouldn't get too bad.

Muto went into his room, opening up files and paperwork that he had to go through. He was slightly concerned for how the people in Betannia were going to take the news of the war. He was sure that some had known of it as Ruthtaika did but there must have been many others that had no idea. But alas, he decided to put away his concerns and focus more on his work.

Unfortunately, he couldn't get barely any work completed due to the entrance of his personal adviser Cora. "Hello Muto," he said as he entered, holding a booklet in his hand that he placed on the table. "As your personal adviser I've been forced to assist you in the aspects of your suiting process," he said, obviously not pleased that he had to do this. Muto had known Cora since they were young, and knew he was trustworthy; no matter how agitated he would make himself seem when he had to help Muto, it was still pretty obvious that he wanted to do it anyways, to help his friend. "If you don't want to I can have someone else to do it," Muto said with a smirk, "It's fine! I might as well since I've already started," Cora said immediately after, further proving Muto's thoughts.

He flicked through the pages of the booklet, looking through the biographies and names of several of his suitors, stopping at one with a highly evident blush, "T-Tana's one of my suitors?" He stammered, she was another one of his childhood friends from back in the Divine Isle, he was extremely shocked to hear that she was one of his suitors. Cora's glared at Muto and rubbed his temples, "You do know she likes you right? I swear you may be smart but you're so blatantly oblivious to the feelings some people have for you," Cora groaned angrily. Muto was quiet for a moment, reflecting on it, "I guess you're right, I'll try to fix that," Muto said calmly, "Sooner better than later," Cora said, sitting down, beside Muto, peering over his shoulder to read along with him. Muto continued reading through the booklet, seeing what was in store for them.

Razdan

"Well it better get eventful soon because I'm dying here," Razdan said with a scowl as he sat down. Soon, two Templeraim introduced themselves, one male and one female. At first, Razdan wasn't sure if he heard what he thought he heard, but the wink definitely confirmed it. She was flirting with him. "Well, at least this is getting interesting now," Razdan whispered to himself with a sly smile as he exchanged a glance with the girl.

He sat back as everyone else spoke and instead was focusing more on the Templeraim girl. He made sure he wasn't too obvious when he looked at her, and pretended to be paying attention to the conversation going on around him rather than the physique of the girl standing in front of him. He wished that instead he could go with her and the other man to the river or wherever they were going, to be where the action was at...and maybe something more with Ruthumtya, but he was stuck here, babysitting, and the thought of it was killing him.

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Hanryyt was hard at work writing about how he and his fellow Sacrirans cannot know for sure Nylia's true nature. For one thing, she has not been nearly as big a presence in people's lives as Adarani, as time went by. Another point was, the primary piece of evidence as to Nylia's nature copmes from Pupo's accounts of her, which may or may not be true since the invasion has shown Pupo had the willingness to lie about something, which added to the uncertainty. Finally, all other evidence, in the form of other events, was purely circumstantial, nothing concrete to go by. He even gave reasons as to why they were circumstantial and largely unreliable. The Second Sacriran Order went to work posting his words onto bulletin boards, words of what was written spreading quickly.

Many Sacrirans within the Republic began to doubt their initially thoughts on Nylia, eventually concluding that Nylia's true nature had yet to be seen. Some, though, were outraged by this more neutral stance, questioning the motives of the Second Sacriran Order. It was not enough for it to lose members, though, as they all stay3ed within the Second Sacriran Order.

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Back at the Cabin in Easterk Sacrira Moutar, the introductions have already ended, and Daviko pretty much went outside to use the martials arts training equipment he and his father made. The obstacle course was complex enough to make the young Vitamar train and refine his senses each time. Hagara was truthfully impressed by how much Hanryyt taught him over the years, though she knew Razdan's skills were at least a little more refined.

Meanwhile, Ruthumtya and Joshuntaf took turns standing guard at the river, Ruthumtya using her spare time to discuss why the Templarim were created by Adarani and how Joshuntaf, though he did not look that old, was actually in charge of the Security Force the whole time it was still in existence. Then, she went on to more exciting stuff, such as the different people rescued on both sides of the War, and the occasional bandit who got a little too close to the people she and Joshuntaf were protecting and escorting. She even described, in detail (as she was told by those who experienced them), the battles against the Chaos Beasts shortly before the Betan invasion. She told about the fight with the Chaos Beasts in a way which could grab a person's attention and leave them begging to hear more. Once she finished, she gave a sly smile.

Ruthumtya whispered in Razdan's ear with, "You know, I may be able to convince Sister Hagara to let you come with me to the river for the night, so you would not be stuck at this cabin all the time. There, we could get a little more... personal, if you know what I mean."

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Melek – Valeish cultist of the Idol
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When Melek opened his eyes he found himself in a familiar location. Dirt and grass beneath his feet, with fog clouding all other features of the terrain. Melek stretched his shoulders and looked around. Had he fallen asleep again? He could remember watching the Idol with anticipation, waiting for the moment it would free itself from its mundane trappings. A frown appeared on his face as Melek reflected on this. Why was he so eager again? He had done terrible things to achieve this and to what end? Just so he could have a smidgen of power, to accomplish some madman’s goal of punishing the unjust. It was not his place to do so, was it? ”We meet again. I must admit I am glad to see you’re alright.” The smooth and soft voice of the woman he had met earlier emerged from the fog behind him. With a smile he couldn’t stop he turned around and saw her there, with a delicate smile on her face. His smile soon faded as the questions he had asked himself just moments before returned to haunt him. Upon noticing this, the woman spoke again. ”It seems you finally noticed. The Idol is corrupting you… but here, you are safe.” Melek shot her a puzzled look, she had been concerned for his safety when he was here before, but she seemed much calmer now. She smiled again, before answering his unspoken question. ”My father and I… we talked. And perhaps more importantly he has calmed down somewhat, he should be here soon to meet you.”

Melek smiled sheepishly, it was like he was meeting the father of his deceased wife all over again. With a shake of his head he cleared his mind of the random thoughts that seemed so intent on cluttering it. He needed to focus, now, here, in this place where the incessant badgering of the Idol no longer kept rational thoughts from his mind. The woman walked over closer to him before turning around, to face the direction she came from. Melek looked in the same direction, his stomach clenching up in anticipation. As if they rehearsed it, a large man, a skin in a dark hue of bronze, clad in black armour with a hooded cloak over it and armed with a sword as tall as Melek was, emerged from the fog. His unnaturally blue, but blood shot eyes focused on Melek. Melek stared into those eyes and could feel his knees buckle from the sheer pressure this man exuded. A steadying hand from the woman touched his shoulder and kept him from falling, but Melek still felt weak as he stared at the man. Was this a god? Melek could scarcely believe it. The man seemed to take no notice of Melek’s weakness and spoke, his voice a whispery rasp that seemed to emerge as much from the fog around Melek as from the man himself. ”Destroy the Idol. I have no patience for those who wish to kill themselves and you are stretching my patience very thin. This is your last chance.” Melek opened his mouth and closed it a few times in repetition. What was he supposed to say? He looked to the woman for support but she merely smiled apologetically. With a whimper Melek answered. ”I… I will…” He said, even as he finally managed to avert his eyes from the god. Despite not seeing it, Melek could almost feel the man give a curt nod before he walked away again, his footsteps slowly fading. At the same time, darkness rushed in from all sides and for a moment, Melek felt as though he was falling.

With a gasp Melek opened his eyes. He had fallen asleep. He arched his back and noticed he was sitting with his back against the far wall of his quarters. He could see the puddle of ash that was once a priest and the Idol sitting on its altar even as fog poured from it incessantly. Melek got up slowly and looked around. He could hear the Idol, its unintelligible blathering, but it seemed weaker somehow. He would have only one chance at this. He rushed up the stairs and out the temple to the small tool shack besides it. He grabbed the largest hammer he could find. He winced slightly, as an well-known pain shot up his leg. With a limp he tried to force himself back into the temple. His mind flooded with images of his dead family, with the faces of his wife and daughter and all the people he killed. He stumbled down the stairs into his quarters and shuffled over to the Idol. His head felt like it was bursting as he lifted the hammer high over his head, staring into the black pits that were now the Idol’s eyes. With a roar he brought the hammer down with all the strength he could muster. When the hammer made impact with the Idol it shattered. Shards of his hammers flew everywhere, some piercing Melek’s chest and shoulder. He stared at the Idol as it sat there, unharmed. With a sob Melek fell to his knees, staring at his hands. It was useless. It was too powerful. He should never have tried. He began sobbing more and more as the images in his head drowned out all other thought. After a while, the sobbing stopped and a grin appeared on Melek’s features. If he couldn’t destroy the Idol, he should simply use it. There was no other way. The damage it could cause in the hands of a madman would be too great. He had to keep it safe, he had to be the one to free it. The outer shell was too strong, but what lay in wait inside, that couldn’t possibly be as tough. It was his only chance, he had to free the Idol and destroy it once it was unleashed. It was the only way.

With the grin still on his face he walked back up the stairs and out the temple, wobbling this way and that all the while. As he walked he repeated the same words over and over again. ”Just one more… just one more… just one more…” Even as he wobbled through the streets, looking for his final victim, a thick fog seemed to be settling on the city again and the howling of strange creatures could be heard in the distance.

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Character Portrait: Rhaegar Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Othuma Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Torsc and Riomu Character Portrait: Diana
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Jute
The many different forms of the seff-proclaimed goddess of all were scattered. Each one holding sway over only a portion of Jute's abilities. And while each one was a formidable opponent, they all knew at some level that one day they would rejoin and be more powerful than any other god or goddess. However, while they were still separated, a force was moving within one of them. This force of Imbalance was changing the powers that Jute had. Chaos was not an ability or a force to control but anathema to the gods. As created beings, these gods could not co-exist with chaos. It ripped at Jute, as each of her parts rejected Imbalance. For some, like Sithis and Laska, the Imbalance was jutted out with less than a thought. For the Crystal and Chrysalis, however it was a hard-fought battle. The Crystal, as the center of Jute's mind and personality had to focus extremely hard on removing the taint of the chaos. Chrysalis was the part that had absorbed the Imbalance and so it was her that the chaos affected the most.

As Jute purified and cleansed her other forms, Imbalance began to affect Chrysalis.


Chrysalis

"Oh, Othuma this is amazing!" Chrysalis said, observing the fortress that Othuma had made. She walked through the newly made streets with Othuma. "It's a little dark and it could use a woman's touch," She said, waving her arms and making emerald-colored flames appear within the torch sconces. "But it's amazing." She walked with him into the castle. As they entered the throne room, she looked around.

"Only one throne, Othuma dear?" She said, smirking a bit. "That one is fit for a king of gods. Of course..." She said, looking at the dark throne and she made an emerald one next to it, "What is a king without a queen?." She giggled and sat down onto the emerald throne she had just made.

It was then that she started to feel something boiling inside of her. She screamed as pain coursed through every inch of her body. Brilliant orange shafts of light poured out from her eyes and open mouth as scars coursed over the visible parts of her body running down her arms and legs and over her neck. The scars did not reach her face but seemed to thicken and split leaving orange glowing gashes running where the scars had been. Chrysalis' scream pierced the air as she felt her body ripping apart and her power began to wane.

Her portfolios were being changed by Imbalance within her. Conflict became Battle and the energy she had absorbed from Kazus coalesced into Foresight. Power was drained from her even more as she felt herself begin to be ripped apart completely. It was then that the Crystal was able to purge the chaos from Jute's forms all together. Chrysalis was left limp upon the emerald throne she was on. Her body scarred and steaming, her portfolios changed permanently, and her power drained.


The Crystal

While Nylia prepared to go, the Crystal was busy fighting off an infection of sorts. It quickly purged as much as it could but had a much harder time dealing with the source of the problem. As such it was unable to communicate with Nylia and as the infection raged on, it began to glow white hot on her chest. Once the Imbalance was purged from Jute's domains, the Chrystal apologized to Nylia.


Sithis

The Silurians had proven to be split in their ideals. Sithis was able to connect with the younger generation with promises of power and prestige. They only had to leave their own god and worship Sithis. For the younger Silurians who had had no real time to become true worshipers, it was all too easy to leave. They followed the Snake god and it gave them the ability to speak with the snakes of the world. These younger Silurians thanked their master and venerated Sithis by choosing to slither on their bellies. Over time this would prove to change these reptilian mortals. Eventually, this offshoot of the Silurian race would be better known as the Thobaan. This Silurian sub-race of Sithis worshipers would come to be known as the most silent and deadly assassins able to slither up walls and create their own potent venom.

While the gradual micro-evolution of the Thobaan was taking place, Sithis left them in search of more mortals. The snake god tunneled under ground, swam through lakes rivers and even the ocean, and rolled over boiling sands looking for a worthy set of mortals. It was thus that the Snake god came across a group of wandering Di-dorem, it's eye was caught by a group of snake-like mortals among them. It came closer to observe the group and ascertain their worthiness.


Laska and Acanthus

The young goddess watched as all of the others decided on what to do. She was glad that they weren't nearly as afraid as she was. When Acanthus created the rings, she walked up and took one as well. "Thank you Acanthus, sir." She said quietly before turning to leave.

Acanthus stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. "I'm not sure we've met. Why don't you stay with me for awhile?"

Laska looked up into the old god's wise eyes and nodded. "Okay. I was really lonely out there anyways."

Then Acanthus approached the goddess who had entered before. "You wish to join me and learn from me? How did you hear about me? From where do you come?"


The Xen'drik

These metallic mortals created by Acanthus and Torsc spent much of their time teaching each other and studying the sciences and the mystical arts. The rest of their time was spent scrying, looking for potential recruits into their race. It was thus that they discovered two Valeish candidates. One was a lord, the other was a reclusive doctor. Two of the Xen'drik prepared themselves to travel to these two mortals. One, a former Korrigan by the name of Rnnyld, and the other a former Iffriti who had her name changed to Ysma upon becoming a Xendrik.

Each one took a single wand of teleportation along with some scrolls and books. They left swiftly with the name of the coordinates of their charges and a wave of their wands. When they appeared outside the domiciles of their charges they each walked up to their door and knocked.

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The Valeish

Secret Meeting

As they shook hands the man then spoke, "Excellent, we shall anxiously wait to hear news of your success." He spoke with a grin underneath his hood as he broke off the handshake. "Time to leave chaps." The Valeish man spoke and then the small group quietly walked out through the back exit. Leaving Abnersa alone and with a mission. Hopefully their plans shall succeed, and the Valeish Culture restored to it's former glory. The group beyond the warehouse was stopped by another group. "So, Lord Malachai...is everything set?" Asked another hooded man. "Just as you predicted Dracule, he came." Malachai spoke. "Good glad we didn't have to take drastic measures." "Let us return hopefully everything will proceed as planned." Spoke Lord Asher as the scheming Valeish disappeared back into the city.


Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea Shop

Kolson took a sip of his tea as he listened to Marilaiku. "Um no, I haven't even stepped foot near a dojo." "I have heard it is for combat training, correct?" "I am not much for physical confrontation, but I have never been an aggressive person either way." Then Kolson nearly choked on his next sip as he gave a polite cough away from the table. "But that does not mean I do not find it an honorable position." "In fact I am an instructor myself." "I teach at the Academy up the street." "Bellview Academy is the name." He quickly spoke. "So do you often have children in these dojos?" Kolson did ask.



Lord Kelzor Roseum/Doctor Heyfeldt

In Manor Roseum in the Province of Greenhill, did come a servant as he opened the door to the strange metallic being. "Um yes." The servant spoke rather befuddled. "How may I assist you?" He asked rather nervously. Then back in the city of Kelzekia, at 28 Tooley Street, the door opened to reveal Doctor Heyfeldt's assistant, Aliandra. "Hello." She spoke rather undisturbed and unperturbed as she gave a rather unimpressed look at the metallic being. "Are you here to see the doctor?" she asked. Unsure of what this creature wants.


Othuma

Othuma laughed as he gave a large grin. "Of course it's amazing!" "Everything about me is amazing!" "Mwhahahahaha!" Othuma spoke enthusiastically. Othuma watched as Chrysalis added more color to the city. Instead of just blackness emerald flames were added. Othuma preferred the dark, and dreary atmosphere, it reaked of death. But he must admit it gave more color. As they entered the gothic structure of the high palace. Othuma's attention was brought to the throne. "Well of course, I do need a magnificent seat for myself." Othuma pretentiously spoke. Then Chrysalis added a throne for herself. While Othuma secretly longed to be the only seat of power but she made a point.

"King?" "Yes, King." He then grinned. He then noticed her nuances. "Queen...you surely mean so?" "Well I cannot say I disapprove of your tastes." "Of course I'm surprised I was not noticed sooner." "But then again I wasn't the being I am now." "And soon the whole world will know me, they will know my name." Othuma spoke. But before an eventually monologue Chrysalis acted suspicious and then something dreadful happened. Othuma covered his ears as she screamed. He closed his eyes in pain and once Chrysalis stopped her screams of agony, he then did look upon her and saw her broken body on the throne. "Lady Chrysalis!!!" Othuma screamed as he ran by her side. "Speak to me damn you!" "What happened to yourself!?" Othuma shouted as he showed stunned concern. Othuma could not explain what had just happened but whatever it was, it was not good.

Sithis maybe upset that his new assistant is well, harmed. "What did this to you!?" "I demand you answer me!!" Othuma spoke rather frantic. He worried death had visited her. He hated death comes to those he did not want death upon. He is the God of Death! The very force must bend to his will, how dare it act without him!? "Chrysalis do not die you are not allowed to die!!" Othuma's mind was flashed with visions of the bears and Shan. Death, that he did not wish for such to come by. In his anger he transferred power to Chrysalis. "Your time is not now!" "You are to rise from this!" "I am life an death!" Othuma shouted as godly energy caressed her. He was unaware of why he acted so emotionally, perhaps he wasn't completely matured as far as he believed. The dreadful powers of death, it still is elusive even to him. To see death beyond his will, places such rage in to him he doesn't even believe. He did what he could hopefully he spared her death and she will heal, like he did with Shan. Only time will tell.

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After helping around the courtroom, she realized Angelira, whom was normally with her, was not present in the room. She hoped the girl puppy would be okay on her own, for a while. Either way, she was not sure what else to do. "So, uh... what should we do, now? Is there anything else we need to attend to?"

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Marilaiku was a little confused at what Kolson said. "Actually, Sacriran Martial Arts, each dojo will point out, is meant for self-defense, as originally intended in ancient times." She felt a bit better when she heard Kolson was an instructor, as well, and gave a closed-mouth grin. "Quite a lot of children, especially Sacriran ones, come to the dojos. It has been a tradition since the dawn of the Old Order, when the first Vitaiim appeared, for Sacrirans to learn from an early age how to defend oneself with such martial arts that we practice. We are taught only to use them when our lives or well-being were at stake at the hands of our attackers, and to never kill, if it can be helped. At the most severe of times, we would usually knock them out, instead. In fact, the only times we had to kill were when our very existence as a whole was at stake, such as during the Cataclysm."

She took a sip of her Rejiv Vitalita and then decided to change the subject, "You know, it is said that Rejiv was first consumed by Mathias, whom received it from Adarani via Ahuv delivering it so to relieve the God of Justice of possible fatigue, which he was exhausted, at the time, I hear. It is also said that it was one of the moments shortly before he went about creating the first Valeish, prior to the Cataclysm. Agriculture can lead to many things, you know? A lot like education does." She cleared her throat prior to speaking, again. "Well, anyway, what topic do you teach, Kolson?"

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"Sir, Sir Hanriot sir!" came a shout from the general direction of the sky.

Hanriot gazed at the perplexing generation of noise but found only a muffin cloud sailing that massive blue ocean. Hanriot grinned at the spectacle and hastened to grab a piece of natural growing un fattening pink muffin and proceeded to bite ferociously at his lunch.

"Sirrrr!" came the shout once again as a steam powered hairless tooth brush flew by Hanriot's head. Hanriot had never figured out how a small flying machine was able to bare the weight of twenty ton steam engine but decided that asking what had gone into its construction would be rather impertinent of him.

What the… impertinent?! He was a god! it was impertinent of him to even consider that asking other beings valid questions about the way in which they discovered gravity was a relative dimensional sphere of influence and that matter could be subjected to reduction in general mass to the planetary domestic gravity of creation by means of banana fusion was impertinent!.

Hanriot gazing through a specially designed piece of paper with a hole in it saw that the rider of the steam driven hairless tooth brush was none other than Mr. WC Romanov head of the counter intelligence agency of the High Council of Rats… if rumors of his conduct where true he was indeed a master at countering intelligence.

"You there!" shouted Hanriot bracing his kilt fearing that the excitement would send a gust of wind into his underpants. "When did rats manage to discover that Bananas can produce particles which are able to generate negative gravity and reduce relative mass?" "Can they?" asked Romanov innocently "Ohh I will tell that to the Politburo, they are always looking for ideas"

"How about suicide?" asked Hanriot hopefully "Forget it" retracted Hanriot hastily fearing he might have compromised the rat republic to new ideas which could easily go out of hand. "So how in the name of… well ME! Where you able to mount a twenty ton steam engine on a flying hairless toothbrush may I ask?"

"Ohh, Ohh!, well, this is one of my counter intelligence efforts you see?" said the rat proudly, whatever it was… the stink from somewhere near by or the plain lack of detail from the rat Hanriot was not getting the jest of it.
"Well, emm you see this isn't actually a steam engine at all.. no no no, it is far more comlicated than that. It's actually pretending to be a steam engine so the mice below think that this machine is going to crash from the weight any minute and that they do not need to bother firing at it"

"And that has been working?" asked Hanriot rather perplexed
"Ohh yeas, nobody has shot at me yet!, what actually powers this machine is a very clever chain reaction… we put a bunch of frogs into the tooth brush, feed them with beans, block their exits and then…"

"Alright!, I get it!" shouted Hanriot not wishing to hear any more details about the Rat's new combustion engine.
"So, why did you call me?" asked Hanriot holding his nose now conscious of the origin of the stink below him.
The rat seemed to be puzzled before he suddenly remembered what he wanted to say

"Ohh yes, the grand council of rats reports that intruders have entered Deveral lands. These creatures have been charged with entering unannounced, not presenting their pass ports 'and flying without a license from the Air & beans ministry.
"Finished?" asked Hanriot already bored with this conversation.

"Yes Sir, the rat council wishes that you inform them of our costumes policy and that they have to pay a fine of up to six billion republican dollars… we have to have the documents you know…" The rat gazed above but saw that Hanriot had vanished while he was going on with his nonsense in such a tiresome manner.

Hanriot flew away, In the name of… well In the name of his name! How he hated those rat bearcats or whatever that horrid word was. Hanriot wondered where the rat council found those people… Poletborro or whatever their name was. Since they took over the business of moving pieces of paper from one room to another they had expanded to trading in all manner of items nobody else was tiresome enough to involve himself with until they have a monopoly on boredom.

Hanriot saw in the distance the strange flying creatures and concluded the best spot to meet them would be near the water springs of the Karment mountain range near the Deveral border.

Hanriot descended and took on the appearance of an elderly yellow colored Deveral man matched with a red beard and fine white hair. The wizards at least despite their mistaken belief that they could cast magic had distanced themselves from the uniformity of the rest of the Deveralls and instead identified themselves by their eccentric attitude and color scheme.

Hanriot in Wizard form wore a thick blue hood, wore several medallions and runes around his neck along with a black top hat and used wooden shoes as his foot ware. An old broken down cottage provided Hanriot whit a temporary home while he waited for the new arrivals, after a few moments of redecorating the cottage was producing a thick smoke indicating the presence of a managed fire inside its walls and had the profound smell of meat being cooked.

Hanriot sat down on his walking chair and began practicing his wizard jargon.

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The Valeish

Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea Shop

Kolson listened, feeling good about getting some insight of the Sacrirans, considering all of the frenzy about them. He was glad to talk to one not so focused on this culture war, like everyone seemed to be doing. Still it couldn't end fast enough for him. He just hoped everyone will move on in some way or another. It's becoming increasingly hard to enjoy his line of work anymore. Still he shouldn't feel the Sacrirans to blame, the Valeish are deserving of blame as well. They certainly like to be antagonistic about it. "Well combat is combat, despite what it's used for." "But I'm glad your people instruct your young as well." "Though we don't have any type of defense training at all." "That is left to Enforcement Academies." "Best we have is sports and exercise." He then laughed. Then when she spoke of Mathias he found her talk of religion interesting as well.

"Interesting." "As far as biblical studies go, they only really talk about the First Three and the Time of Great Destruction, or the Cataclysm as you call it." "Not much goes on before the creation of our race as our faith only really cares about our history." "Anything pre-Valeish is about the Pantheon itself." "As they speak about the righteousness or wickedness of some gods." "Not much study goes into other God created races besides our own." "Even though we learn about Adarani, Acanthus, Nylia, we definitely do not go into such detail as your people seem to do." "In fact we are slow to learn of new gods to rise, as we still have texts on Cragin and Kalimndor." "Overall most of our people are devoted to Mathias, despite the relative freedom to follow other gods more closely." "So it's very interesting to hear you say our Lord does this and that." Kolson spoke as he took another sip of tea.

He then answered her question, "As for what I teach, I teach Valeish and Composition." "Meaning I teach our language and our script, and how to read our script." "One of the core lessons all academies are governed to teach." "It may not seem like as grand a subject as self-defense training, but I enjoy it." "Though if you want to better pronounce our language, you'll want a Speech Instructor." He then laughed. He then took another sip of his tea. He was beginning to take his mind off of his troubles. Though they persistently linger, but he could at least forget about them during this conversation, could he?


Mathias

Mathias looked towards Adarani as she asked her question. "Everything has been set." "I have called for my staff to summon at the date I chosen after the capture." "And the court has been cleaned and is now prepped for the trial." "All we need now is to wait for Nylia and Rhaegar to capture the suspect and place him on trial." "Before hand though we will assemble a jury and find attorneys for the prosecution and defense." "You have done a good job, but all we can do now is place faith in our kin to find this most dangerous murderer." Mathias spoke as he stepped down from the bench." "If there is anything you like to do, feel free, our work here is done for now." Mathias spoke. He just hoped this darkness that has befallen them will clear before too long. There is already enough danger in the world without this murderer.

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The Aerumnan

The massive Hydra would hurtle through the sea, sending bubbles about their writhing bodies. The immense speed and ferocity sending the most fearsome sea creatures into the depths, long oddly fashioned ships would follow them. Sitting low and nonthreatening.. A man would pace the deck as he spoke with authority to the men seated in rows along the sides of the decks, low walls wouldn't be enough as the crashing waves sent foam upon their half bare bodies. Tightly bound muscle would glint with the foam as they constricted effortlessly, the immense strength of each man easing the ships forward against the crashing ocean.

"Heave! We must reach the shores before morning." A light drum made of a dark hide of some unknown animal would thrum near silent, as the whole of the amassed force of one hundred ships would seem meager and nonthreatening. The two massive Hydra in the air sticking to the clouds scouting the area below them. Nraslav Kriton, the prince himself was upon a ship situated in the middle. His armor would have fluent and beautiful design etched into the metal, he was fully armored with the exception of his helmet which he held at his right under his arm.

So the army of the Republic of Xanyit would slowly advance on the Divine Isle, looking to stealthily infiltrate whatever nation might preside there. The Brackland Hydra in the sky ready to devastate any amassed resistance on the shore, and the Abyssals prepared to tear apart any resistance on the open ocean.

Charoum

A handsome young but already scarred veteran, Aerumnan would row with gentle ease at the rhythm of the silent drums that set an intense fire to the air. A grim smile would play about his face, his skin awake with the healing tantalization of the ocean spray. His dark brooding eyes would stare out, his ragged thread pants damp, but a dagger secured at his black leather belt. Perhaps he were peculiar, his skills in battle surpassing plausible standards even set by the army of the Republic of Xanyit.

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The Valeish


City of Azermaine-Donoli Way
Constabulary-Seventh Cliff Precinct
Investigator-Oleandru Nevitt



Investigative Officer Nevitt walked down the wide street that led into the garbage refinery where all trash is disposed of. The stench of compost and garbage all but unsettled Oleandru, but Lolan vocally expressed his displeasure. "This really stinks!" "Damn I can hardly breathe!" "Nevitt how long must I endure this stench!?" Desbrook complained. "No one said you had to come along you know?" "I can handle this myself." Oleandru spoke a bit agitated by Desbrook's constant complaining. "Yeah well your case has piqued my interested." Desbrook spoke explaining himself. "But if the smell doesn't leave my nose then I think I will leave!" He cried as he covered his nose as best as he could. "Yes, I'm sure the Constabulary could use an extra man at hand, instead of him assisting in a case that isn't his." Nevitt sternly spoke.

"Damn, what has possessed you to make yourself so cantankerous all of a sudden?" Lolan asked. "It's nothing I just want to find this guy, and me walking and listening to your troubles isn't helping." Oleandru nearly snapped. "Well sorry, some of us have a more sensitive nose." Desbrook retorted as he continued to hold his nose. Soon they came upon one of the employments of the refinery he was heavyset man, and quite tall. He looked at Nevitt and Desbrook then asked, "What do you people want?" He spoke in a gruff voice. "I am Investigative Officer Nevitt." He spoke in an orderly and proper fashion. "And I'm Investigative Office Desbrook." He spoke in a casual and cocky manner as he pointed to himself and grinned. "So the Iron Hounds are hunting in packs now are they?" The man spoke as the stench of alcohol was heavy on his breath. "Gah!" "Are you drinking!?" Desbrook asked a bit incredulously. "Yeah what of it, ain't no law against it." The man retorted.

"Look were not here to talk about any public intoxication, I want to know about an employee here." Oleandru asked. "Oh yeah, well your talkin to the foreman around here." "So what employee do you want to know about, oh and of course where is some identification too." He spoke with a cough. "Here." Both Nevitt and Desbrook showed the Iron Badges of the Constabulary. "Hmph, yeah those are those rusty tin cans they use." He then coughed. "I've been saying they should be using something more respectable." "Anyway who are you lookin for?" The foreman asked. "We are looking for a Garbage Collector by the name of Garin Tessem." "Have you seen him lately?" Oleandru asked. "Hm? Tessem eh? Let me think." The foreman spoke as he contemplated. "I hope it doesn't take him long, I thought the scent of trash was strong." "But this guy has the worse case of morning breath ever!" "Did he drink a whole brewery!?" Desbrook spoke in a whisper. "Quiet Lolan!" "We don't need to make him upset." Oleandru snapped in a hushed voice.

"Yeah I remember Tessem!" "Yeah he should be back any time from his trash route." The foreman spoke as if a light when on inside his head. "Is there somewhere we can wait for him?" Oleandru asked. "Yeah you can sit in the main office and I'll send him your way." The foreman answered. "Thank you that will work." Oleandru spoke as the Foreman motioned them to follow. "I hope it smells better inside than out." Desbrook griped as they entered the main office. Even in a building the stench of trash could be smelt. "Agh." "Cannot seem to find a reprieve from this!" Desbrook complained as Nevitt told him to shush. After a few minutes Garin Tessem was brought forth. "Well that was expedient." Desbrook wistfully commented, as the Foreman stepped in. "Of course!" "I said it wouldn't be long." "Anyway Tessem these men form the Constabulary wish to speak with you, I hope your not in trouble again!" The Foreman spoke with agitation. "I swear I haven't done anything lately!" Tessem defended. "Yeah tell it to them." "I got work to do." The Foreman finished as he left the three men alone. "Please Officers you have got to listen to me!" "I haven't done nothing wrong!" Garin spoke anxiously. "Calm down Mr. Tessem." "We only want to speak with you, ask you some questions, your not in trouble." Oleandru spoke calmly. "Yet." Desbrook scoffed. "Really?" Oleandru spoke as he gave Lolan an exhausted look.

"Well I'll answer but I haven't done anything!" Garin defended again. "Well then Mister Tessem let's get started." "Where were you on the night of the seventeenth?" Nevitt asked as he drew a booklet of plank pages and a wooden pencil. "Well I was given the nightly pick up." "Usually reserved for businesses when requested, different from the standard Morning pick up." "Anyway it was a small shift only through the Business District of the city." "I did my route and then took the garbage carriage back to the refinery, set the horse back into the stables, and unloaded." "Afterwards I went home." Tessem finished recounting his night. "Hm." Oleandru pondered. "Did your route took you to Brokandry Street?" Oleandru asked. "Uh...yeah that is the final run of the nightly pick up." "Though I hardly stopped on that street it's next to a residential area and well residents are for morning pick up." Garin spoke. "Yes, did you happen to collect any wood that night?" Oleandru asked. "Wood?" "Yeah I picked up some broken pallets from near a construction warehouse." "But that's the only thing I can think of that was made of wood." Garin answered. "Hm." "Do you happen to know a Mister Rogan Talmoth?" "Or a Miss Cinithia Calrow?" Oleandru asked. "Huh?" "Mhm, No I've never heard of or met them before in my life." Garin answered. "Alright how about a Miss Meleva Durain?" Oleandru asked. "No never met her either." Tessem answered. Oleandru finished compiling notes from this interview and then looked towards Garin, "Have you ever broken the law before Mister Tessem?" Nevitt did seriously ask. "Well uh, uh, no...." He nervously spoke. "Please do not lie in front of me." "That will not help you in the long run." Oleandru warned. "In others words confess or we are going to send you to jail!" Desbrook blatantly spoke. Oleandru merely sighed.

"No! Please!" "I don't want to go to jail!" Tessem cried. "Then tell the man what he wants." Desbrook pestered. "Fine, fine!" "Yeah I have...gotten into trouble before." Tessem pitifully admitted. "Where any of those times crimes for assault or any threats of harm?" Oleandru asked. "No!" "They were just for being drunk and disturbing the peace!" "I haven't hurt anyone before!" Tessem cried. "Alright, so no crimes of aggression?" Oleandru asked to be sure. "Yes!" "If I ever harmed anyone, I, I, I'm sure I would have been caught by now!" Tessem spoke frantically. "Calm down Mister Tessem you are perfectly alright." Oleandru soothed. "One final question." "Did you happen to see anybody out on your run?" Oleandru asked. "Well now that you mention it no, I didn't see anyone." "Though I have to admit it was uncommonly foggy that night." "It seemed to get thicker as the night dragged on." "I had a hard time seeing the road, much less people on it." Garin spoke. "Alright Mister Tessem thank you for your time, we have all we need." He spoke as he closed the book and then stood up from his seat. "Lets go Desbrook." Nevitt spoke as he perked up. "Finally!" "I was about to die from the smell!" Lolan griped as they were about to exit. "So I'm not int trouble?" Garin asked. "No, we just wanted to speak with you, you may go about your day." Nevitt as they left. "So you sure he wasn't the perpetrator?" Desbrook asked. "No, for one he didn't stop on Brokandry Street long enough to do anything about it." "Two, he was way too skittish to carry out something like first degree murder." Oleandru spoke. "Not all murderers are refined Nevitt." Desbrook commented. "True, but he would have made far more mistakes than suggested of the crime." "They were nearly flawless." "Not to mention he collaborated on the fog like the others, more busy with his riding than to concern himself with a crime." "Not mention he didn't see anyone." "Also he has no connections to the suspects, for the most part he was honest with us." Nevitt spoke. "If he knew the suspects he would have been more skittish of the topic, like he was with my question about any criminal record." "That whole question proved he was an incompetent liar, he would have been the same with my victims question." Nevitt spoke concluding his desicion. "So all we have left his some bookstore owner and a clergyman?" Desbrook asked. "Yes, well be paying Mister Kesster a visit next." Oleandru spoke as they caught a carriage ride towards their next destination.

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Adarani nodded and thought for a moment. If a jury was needed, and considering how limited the Pantheon's numbers were, it could be possible that immortal creations may have to take part in that. "You say we need a jury? Let me think, darling... who would be impartial enough for this...?" She snapped her fingers upon coming with an idea. "There were plenty of Exorcim who came to Paradise because they did not wish to be idle while the others continue the search for lost souls. The ones that are in the Upper Realm tend to the dead that are here, these days, plus they have their own houses set up in villages and towns not far from the Halls of Justice. Since most of them are not exactly aware of what is going on in the Middle Realm, I think they'd be perfect as part of an impartial jury, along with whatever angels spend most of their time up here." After stating her suggestion, she looked around, having nearly forgotten about her own companion. "Being off topic for a moment, I notice Angelira is not here." She glanced downwards, "Speaking of the winged puppies, I feel bad for involving them in all this. They were not meant to be used in investigations or anything like that. I can hear their thoughts, right now, and I know a few of them are upset about it."

Davidni flew to Adarani's side and said, "We all have our moments where we do something we later regret, mom. It's just a natural part of life." The male winged puppy then returned to his previous spot and continued reading the numerous engravings, even though he already read them all.

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Mathias thought for a moment on the suggestion made by Adarani. While he considered using what beings lived up here to fill the seats, he worried about their place in the order of things. While they may in fact serve to be impartial, the utmost requirement for any jury. While they may serve to judge fairly and without bias, but do they have such power? This concern brings about a right he believes should be given to a criminal defendant, a right to a jury of one's peers. Are creations really equal to the gods that made them? Shouldn't we keep Gods tried by Gods? Mathias wasn't sure as he turned to Adarani.

"An excellent suggestion, and one that would work in normal causes." "But we are here not to try a mortal, but in fact a God." "Should creations be given any such power over their creators?" "They will be judging a God by whatever evidence is provided before them." "Even if this God is responsible for the murders of our kin, he or she, is still a God." "Given the circumstances and by how grand this case will be, I am not entirely sure about placing such faith in our creations over a case of such magnitude." "I will still prefer to have Gods on our jury, after all I want the defendant to be tried by his peers." Mathias spoke expressing concern.

"I believe Creations are equal to other Creations, as are Gods equal to other Gods." Mathias spoke as his face became one of serious contemplation. "But never have I considered the possibility of Creations, Mortal and Immortal alike, are equals to the Gods." "I believe in equality, it is what justice is served to protect." "All should be equal in matters of life, liberty, and justice." "But where does the line end, if it does?" Mathias spoke giving serious thought. "What is your opinion Adarani?" Mathias asked hoping to hear her beliefs in such matters.

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Adarani heard what Mathias said, and, quite frankly, what he mentioned did make sense. Only a deity could defeat a deity, that she realized. Plus, being judged by peers was something that would seem more fair, since it is peers who would relate to a defendant's experiences. However, she did not know what to say. Eventually she shrugged and said. "I honestly have no clue. I mean, I have spent so much trying to helping mortals and guiding the Sacrirans in doing the same that I have not given it much thought." Smiling in embarrassment, she added, "Plus, the fact I consider Ahuv like a son, him being my first creation -even if under very emotional circumstances- kind of puts my thoughts on creator-creation relations into a blur, adding to my confusion on the matter."

The emotional circumstances she was referring to were the moments of the first battle among the Gods, in the old Hall. It was the event where Adarani tearfully pleaded for everyone to stop fighting before somebody was killed, or worse. During the moment where she broke down, her sadness gave way to creating Ahuv.

After saying her piece on the matter of relations between the creators and creations, she glanced downwards out of embarrassment and said, "I'm sorry, love, but I can't come to a satisfactory conclusion on the topic."

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Many Templarim in the Valley felt the urge to protect filling their veins, which gave way to those that did joining law enforcement and security branches. Alongside the Valeish Constables worked their Sacriran counterparts, dubbed "Teal Eagles" for their speed and the color they paint their black leather in. As for the Palace Guard, the Templarim who joined in protecting the King's castle were clad in brown leather, using efficient, ancient martial techniques alongside their application of stealth and cleverness to ensure that whatever intruders who meant harm to the royal family were dealt with before they could make it. These Templarim that made up a new branch of the Royal Guard became known as "Brown Dragons", for their expertise on Sacriran Martial Arts marked the pinnacle of what the Pre-Cataclysmic Vitaiim of ancient times hoped to achieve: the defeat of assailants without killing them.

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Marilaiku listened intently to what Kolson said, taking a few sips of her Rejiv Vitalita whiel doing so. A grin entered her features when he spoke of how he liked teaching the Valeish language. "Prestige is overrated. There is an old saying made by Adarani, herself: 'The one who pleases the crowd slowly erodes, as soil does upon contact with water. In such erosion, nothing is left but a scar on the ground where the individual stood.' What that quote means is, the people who focus on pleasing the crowd will eventually lose themselves in that desire due to no exact moral code to follow."

She then laughed a little at the thought of a speech instructor. "A Speech Instructor sounds like a great idea, since I still have this heavy Sacriran accent while speaking Valeish." Another sip, she changed the subject, again. "A lot of what we know of the Pantheon comes from Ahuv, whom, legend has it, is mentally linked to Adarani, which is how they communicate when away from each other." Marilaiku smiled in embarrassment. " Sorry for changing the subject often. My mind sort of goes all over the place, sometimes. Oh well, nobody's perfect."

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Mathias looked at Adarani and gave a slight nod. He then thought about what she said. He cannot blame her, it is quite the quarry to think about the topic of creator and the creation. While he is sure that most would see it as, the Creator has overall authority for without him there would be nothing. Still creations have lives and emotions, they are not without rights. Still most do see the world with such clear belief. In fact most probably wouldn't consider anything is something compared to a god. They have absolute power and authority over all lesser creatures, what other distinctions must their be? Even the more darker gods most likely only see their creations as servants, with nothing more to do than just bow and worship their chief deity.

Even Mathias's relationship with his creations isn't as deep as Adarani. She spent so much time with them, it's almost like gods are not these archaic and enigmatic beings, filled with all encompassing power and without pressing concern for mortals. Even though he is sure Mathias isn't treated as such among the Valeish, they still regard him as if he is from another plane of life. As if they are confined to feel themselves lower than Gods. Such contentment would surely be desirable to a more, manipulative god. Though Mathias really has no concern whether or not, his people treat him as some distant force or a close friend.

"Thank you for your opinion, it was very helpful nonetheless." He spoke. He's not even sure about the relationship either. Sure he understands they are suppose to care, but everyone seems to have their ways. Adarani is close and personal, Mathias distant but no less caring. He may seem to be arbitrarily helping, but he listens to the prayers, and does send some personal fortunes to help in times justice is needed. Sure he may not personally apprehend criminals but his blessing have helped others serve justice better than without. So he is not blind nor ignorant, even if remote. Still he has his beliefs on how to guide his people, and despite the prayers he has been receiving from Valeish and Sacriran alike, he feels the Valeish are still on the right path. Though he knows the right path is always filled with hardship. He knows their civilization will evolve, it may take longer than others but they have the essence of the God of Civilization in them, they will find their way. He feels it best not to make such impacts on them, or they may never find the way for themselves.

Davidni then flew towards Mathias and spoke, "Though I am a creation myself, I don't care about equality between you or me." "I only feel love, for mom and you." "I'm not here to speak on the behalf of other creations, not everyone feels the same." "But for me I understand I am not the same person as you, but I don't feel any less or any more obligated to be different." "I am comfortable with you all, whether you want to chose to treat us different is up to you." "Just know I will continue to feel the same." Davidni spoke as he flew off to inspect for any loose ends. Mathias thought, he too does not much mind the difference between creator and creation either. He only cares about justice being served to maintain and protect the most important things. Equality, Liberty, Life, Peace, Justice, Property, and Happiness. These things help form societies even if it isn't admitted. Everyone wants these things protected. Which brings him to a new thought.

"I too find the relationship hard to pick at." "Though I know people place confidence in me every time they pray." "You know what they always pray about, every time when something happens to another they call out an injustice and wish it to be corrected." "It's always seems to stem from similar things so much so I can categorize it." "When some one's life is affected or their materials, or even their standard of living, these things seem to be important to most mortals." "Every time an upset occurs they call it an injustice, and I feel their may be some sort of inherit law all walks of life seem to abide by." "Some innate feeling of entitlement to these same things." "Something in the Book of Law I failed to cover, even though I feel I have implicitly mentioned it." "My laws I written in regard to justice and what justice ensures, but there must be something from where Justice comes from." "I believe there is some natural law people expect to have, something I think even Cragin mentioned before." "Not sure." "Either way this is all in effort to preserve law and I will still work to that goal, and whether the jury is made of gods or creations shouldn't matter, should it?" Mathias rhetorically asked. He continued to think on it. "In the meantime we will have as many of the gods we can on the jury to make it fair in any regard." Mathias spoke as he then thought about the murders. "I wonder what kind of person would kill a god?" Mathias asked.



Kolson Wells-Sacriran Tea shop

Kolson listened as the Templariim spoke as he then smiled. "Elegantly spoken." "Are you a philosopher as well?" "Such words are always spoken from a deep mind." "Though of course it was a goddess who said it." "Either way nicely done." He then laughed. "Well there is usually one at any Academy though I do not know if you can acquire one to teach you." "Possibly." "Either way it is perfectly fine." "I do not detest or find it annoying, sometimes my mind drifts away from my body as well." "Still wish I could pull up some elegant verse in conversation, though I am a bit disconnected with my faith at the moment." "Should really attend a sermon more often." He spoke with a sigh. "Well besides our occupations what else do you pass the time with?"He asked as he took another sip.

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Melek – Valeish cultist of the Idol
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There was fog, both inside and out. In front of his eyes he could see the fog hiding the buildings around him from sight and in his mind the fog clouded every rational thought. Only urges remained, urges Melek had absolutely no control over. The fog in his mind was such that even the strange shapes in the fog, almost Valeishlike in appearance didn’t bother him. All he could do was walk, or shuffle, slowly, inching ever closer to his destination. With this unholy fog seeping into the city there was no one out on the streets. The people of Azermaine wisely stayed indoors this day, for things worse than fog haunted the street.

But Melek wasn’t bothered or dissuaded. There was one place in the city where there was always someone around. A place where refuge gathered and a place where the disappearance of refuge wouldn’t be noticed. A place for the outlaws and other scum. A small place, especially for a city the size of Azermaine, but a place nonetheless. And Melek knew where it was. He was only a corner away now. His mumbling continued as he went round the corner and headed into the seedier part of Azermaine.

It wouldn’t be long before he was accosted by one of the residents. A large man by any account, with a bulging stomach and bulging muscles. With knife in hand he made it clear he wasn’t looking for a fight, he simply wanted Melek’s worldly possessions and nothing more. The man’s size might’ve served him well in similar encounters in the past, but his luck had run out. With incredible, unvaleish speed Melek’s hand shot out and closed around the man’s wrist, crushing it within moments. A simple elbow to the side of his head as the men fell forward to cradle his crushed wrist finished the job. Melek then simply grabbed the man’s leg and dragged him away, slowly making his way back to the temple.

After walking for what felt like an eternity, Melek finally reached the temple. Hundreds of voices spoke, each in a recognisable language and voice, but the combination of the hundreds of voices made them all unintelligible. Not that it mattered. Melek was so close now. With a grin not his own he made his way down the stairs and into the cellar, still dragging the large man behind him. The men let out a soft groan as Melek placed him in front of the altar. Sparks flew from his fingertips as he ignited the final pyre. If the man screamed, Melek couldn’t hear it. His attention was drawn entirely to the Idol and the demon that lay within. The fire and smoke stung Melek’s eyes, making it hard to see, but he could hear the cracking and through tear filled eyes he could see the small statue changing. Growing larger, arms and legs growing more defined. Melek could see a more Valeish shape standing there now, though taller and thinner. It seemed to be wearing some kind of cloak that writhed and twisted as if alive, but Melek didn’t notice any of these things. All he could see was the pair of glowing eyes that stared straight at him.

Now was the time. The creature would never again be as weak as it was now. Melek took a step forward, gritting his teeth in determination, fighting of the voices and madness that polluted his mind. He would destroy it, he would-. Sudden stinging pain caused his leg to buckle. Strength left it as if it had never been there. Suddenly, Melek’s wounds began to slowly seep out blood and burned with a pain Melek hadn’t noticed before. And his head felt like it was but mere moments from bursting apart. The strength the Idol had given Melek was gone. The pain it was suppressing had returned. Melek stared up at the demon as it slowly shuffled towards him. For the first time he saw its face. A pair of glowing eyes, but nothing else, no mouth or nose to speak off. But that wasn’t entirely true. Melek could hear humming. As if a dozen voices all hummed a single tone continuously without stopping. Was it the demon that was humming so? A cold sweat dripped down Melek’s back as he realised it wasn’t humming he was hearing. It was the sound of screams, muffled to the point they were barely audible. And the screams were coming from the demon.

Even as Melek realised this, the demon moved a clawed hand up to its face and tore into it, tearing through the skin-like substance that lay where its mouth would be. Even as it did, the screams became louder and louder. And once it completed its tearing, they were deafening and spread out throughout the cellar and into the temple and beyond. The Idol was free… and hungry.

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City of Azermaine-Temner Street
Constabulary-Seventh-Cliff Precinct
Investigator-Oleandru Nevitt


Both Nevitt and Desbrook walked along the empty street heading straight to the Temple were Melek was supposed to be. Their lead with Kesster proved to be a dead end. While the proprieter seemed strange, he was just in fact strict. Despite his cold attitude he wasn't their killer. Not only did he say he had not attacked anyone, his wife and daughter testify to the fact he was in his bookstore every night the disappearances happened. With people collaborating to this effect, even customers did, it was obvious he wasn't their killer. The only reason he picked up the piece of lumber was because it was dropped right at his doorstep. He hated messes and was perturbed by the fact trash was littered before him. He then tossed it away from his shop, out of sight, out of mind.

So unless Tessem is their killer, they have but one last suspect, Melek. This type of thick fog is uncommon, especially this time of day. Even Desbrook commented, "Does this fog seem...I'm not sure...unnatural?" Lolan asked a bit distrubed. "Yeah, I find it rather odd as well." "We must be careful every time there was a disappearance, fog was the suspect's cover. Be wary." Oleandru warned as they were on guard, hands near the hilt of their standard issue longswords. As they neared the temple, ungodly screams can be heard and it harmed their vary ears. "DAMN!" "What is that!?" Desbrook shouted. "I don't know!" Oleandru shouted back. "But I don't like it!" Oleandru then drew his blade. "Come on!" He shouted as he ran down the street. Desbrook quickly followed. "It's getting louder!" Lolan complained as they neared the temple. Nevitt ignored Lolan's complaints, he feared someone was being tortured.

When they came close the loudest scream could be heard, it was so deafening the two Investigators where stopped in their tracks before the temple. Nevitt dropped his sword has he placed both of his hands on his ears and held them in pain. Desbrook followed in suit even dropping on one knee. "DAMN! SOMEONE MAKE IT STOP!!!" Desbrook shouted above his lungs. Nevitt wasn't sure what was going on, but whatever made those screams isn't normal. Nevitt picked up his sword and made his way to the front of the temple. "Lolan come on!" He shouted as the Investigator hesitantly reached the front door. "Have your sword at the ready!" "Somethings going on and I don't know what it is!" Nevitt warned as he held on to his blade. He then kicked the front door in as he searched around for Melek, or what ever is screaming. Desbrook entered behind him armed with his sword. Whatever will happen next, will be something that neither men are prepared for.

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The admission of the Templarim into these honorable jobs was a long and tedious process, but with everything going on they were pushed through. Though the King had overall authority who he chooses to be the roster for his guard, The Constabulary however, their decision was more of a political move. It will be in the Constabulary that the Teal Eagles will have the roughest time adjusting. Most of the Constables were wary of the Templarim, and for the most part they didn't like the fact they have, what they believe to be, competition. They believe Valeish Law should be defended by Valeish men, not by filthy foreigners. Still The Valeish did their best to avoid conflict with the Teal Eagles, or they may face the wrath of a well written letter, they would joke. Still despite the constant derogatory jokes made behind their backs, the full force of discrimination would be made by superior officers.

The Eagles are expected to follow the chain of command. They are considered just normal officers, not some elite group or high officials. Therefor they are often given petty jobs, while serious crimes where handled by Valeish officers. So for the most part they are given a patrol to roam around in for hours looking out for, whatever criminal act may occur. Sometimes they are made to assist in the sanitation of offices and precincts, or other menial chores. Other times they even have them help the Elderly of all things. This often occurs during the many Crossing Guard roles the Teal Eagles are told to fill. Having them direct traffic in busy streets and make sure people cross these main roads safely. And when they do come across actual crime during a patrol, it's usually a pickpocket. Other wise the majority is simple misdemeanors. Such as public drunkenness, disturbance of the peace, and vandalism.

While back in the precinct they go through drills like the others. Though the frequency of drills seem to be higher for the Teal Eagles. Often Superiors try to hammer the law into them through long speeches. Saying "You are to understand Valeish Law and Protect Valeish Law, that your lives are here for the greater goal of helping others. That your priority is protection of civilians, not protection of yourselves. To abandon such selfish thoughts for the people. To serve and protect and so on and so forth." These speeches are not without some mocking in between. Usually about their colored outfits. Despite this they will soon come across a terrible crime.

"Burn it all!" "Burn it all!" Was chanted late at night. A large fire lit up one of the streets as a crowd of people were gathered around it. The fuel for this fire? Sacriran Books and other written works. They considered this poison to their faith, that the foreigners seek to lead them down the path of perversion and wickedness. That they will be unforgiven in the eyes of their gods and must burn this blasphemy. Many where church goers and even clergymen were leading this book burning. "Burn this Heresy and be cleansed!" Chanted the Clergymen. "Let the cleansing fire rid us of this rot!" They chanted into a second verse. They would continue to burn carts by cart loads of Sacriran Works. As they continued to spew discriminatory language at all Sacriran Kind.


---As for the Brown Dragons, most of the time the other Guards seemed to be watching them as much as the walls. They too spoke ill behind their backs. Though the worse of this abuse came from Steiner, The Captain of the Guard. He remembers how the Sacrirans approached the king and spoke in the God's Tongue without so much as considering all who would listen. He felt such arrogance should be reprimand. He would shout orders at the Dragons often going through unnecessary drills and exercise. He would constantly speak ill and use derogatory gestures when speaking to the Dragons. It made working with the Captain very hard. The other Silver Backs wouldn't dare stand up to the Captain, even though some do believe he takes too far sometimes. Making jabs at their culture and history from time to time. Even with this Steiner still expected those who worked under him, Silver Back or Brown Dragon to obey him. Even if he is mean.

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The Brown Dragons were driven closer and closer to the point of rage, constantly referring to him as a hypocrite for acting arrogant himself. As if that were not enough to drive them close to the deep end, none of the Silver Backs would do anything about it. That apathy, they would never forgive. The built up anger towards the abuse from Steiner gave way to extra adrenaline, adrenaline which hardened them to endure the increasingly brutal drills and exercises, as well as the sparring between the Brown Dragons which came with all that.

The jabs at the great Davu and Jordiik, the first Grand Abbots of the Old Order that were handpicked by Adarani herself, along with the other early Vitaiim, were the last straw. The Brown Dragons would not stay silent any longer, and they all sent three people from among them that came before Telondris one day and told him of all the abuses of power Steiner committed, not leaving any detail out, even adding that the Captain of the guard was hypocritically arrogant in his slurs and behavior. After they said their piece, they left while giving all the due respects to their king.

Back at the Constabulatory, the Teal Eagles were did not mind the minor work given, though they were disappointed they could not put their skill in martial arts to good use for more serious cases, even those that involved their own brethren. The Constables, in their eyes, were hindering themselves by only letting Valeish do such investigations when a Sacriran's martial arts capabilities could help in the case of dealing with those of their own brethren that could resist arrest if suspected of something, not that very many Sacrirans would commit anything serious. Still, you never know what exception may turn about, which made it critical that someone who knew how to counter their moves was there with the Rusty Ironbacks. But they digressed.

One day, though, they all found Valeish at various locations of the city forcefully taking books away from Sacriran residences and libraries, plus from bookstores. Not even children's books were spared. Many boys and girls cried because of their favorite books to ready being taken away from them forever. Men and Women whom were robbed of books given to them by people they held dear begged the thieves to not take them, but to no avail. Whatever thieves the Teal Eagles found were immediately arrested and furiously interrogated, questioning them on who was the mastermind and what the perpetrators were going to use the stolen books for. When the interrogations failed, the Eagle decided to tighten security by volunteering for even more patrols, even at night, in order to catch the villains who planned the organized crime, once and for all. Each one's reasoning was made clear when they volunteered: "We can't just sit back and let whoever plotted this outrage get away with it! If someone is planning all the literary thefts, we want to know about it and stop 'em, once and for all, and we're not taking no for an answer on this case!"

That night, the patrols went about as planned, eventually spotting the fire and people gathered into one street. What was witnessed was beyond words: these Valeish protestors were burning Sacriran books and profaning all of Sacriran Kind. A sudden rage built up inside the Eagle that first spotted the event. How dare they profane the name of Adarani with this villainous barbarism towards her creations? How dare they insult her with these slurs towards her true disciples, with these blasphemous reamarks on the golden history of the Old Order from before the Cataclysm, with their calling the Goddess of Love's disciples all those erroneous names out of such blatant ignorance and hypocrisy? How dare they betray Adarani with such blasphemous disrespect? These filthy traitors to her shall never be forgiven!

In a rage, the Teal eagle threw down their warning gunpowder to get the villains' attention before shouting in unison, "Blasphemous Traitors to Adarani, you are under arrest for large-scale theft and unruly burning of literary works!" This unified shout was heard from five blocks away, waking up many residents.

What happened next was chaotic: every Expeller gathered dropped everything to make a run for it, yet they were not fast enough, plus they were completely surrounded. Some of the more skilled fighters among the lawbreakers attempted to violently resist arrest, which was a mistake, as Sacrirans are renown for their expertise in unarmed combat. After what appeared to be a full hour, the perpetrators were finally rounded up, the fire extinguished. This one success made it clear: the drills and exercises which were meant to break the Eagles' spirits had the opposite effect, as they paid off for them in this arrest of the book burners.

It was then that Ahuv flew into the middle of the scene in Crane form prior to shifting to his humanoid form. Walking over to the remains of the burnt books, he picked a few and read the titles, one of which caught his eye: the Book of Monks and Nuns, the teachings his mother gave to the early Vitaiim at the dawn of the Old Order. Upon reading it, Ahuv became enraged, as well, as he glared into the eyes of the Expeller that said they were 'cleansing' the place of that 'poison'. Ahuv's tone as he spoke in Valeish displayed every inch of conviction he possessed.

"Burners of these books, hear me! You have destroyed a copy of the Book of Monks and Nuns, the very teachings Adarani herself gave to the Pre-Cataclysmic Vitaiim at the dawn of the Old Order! Even now, she is harboring thoughts of sorrow that she has been disrespected in this manner! To victimize her creations is to victimize her! To disrespect all Sacriran Kind is to disrespect her! Woe to those who do that, for they are looked upon with disapproval by her!

Her blessings are only to people who express compassion instead of hate, charity instead of greed, humility instead of arrogance! You hypocrites claim you are humble while you look down on people that are not yourselves! Shame on you for that! There is no worse anarchy than malice towards those peoples that are different from you! That is why wars are started, that is why people are quick to look upon others with hate, that is why this fallen world shall never know serenity until the vicious cycle is broken! Malice destroys, leaving emptiness in its wake! That is the price to pay for fueling your hatred! There is no future in this! Peace can only be gained and maintained through Peace! It is more than a lack of War, it is a lack of chaos from what Malice brings! Think on all that I said, for this is an era where nations and peoples experience the darkness from themselves in greater magnitude over time, where mortals must step up to break from such destructive paths lest they lose themselves in them!"

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The Xen’drik

Rnnyld bowed towards the Valeish who had answered the door. “Greetings to you. I am an emissary from the Xen’drik. I am here to speak with the lord of this domicile. I believe he goes by,” Rnnyld unfurled one of his scrolls, “Lord Kelzor Roseum.”


Ysma nodded enthusiastically and spoke in a metallic pitch. “Ah yes. Doctor Heyfeldt, I believe. I’m here on the orders of Acanthus himself.”


Chrysalis

Death. It loomed closer and closer every second. If her essence was a candle, death closed in like a cold shroud of darkness threatening to douse the flame at any moment. But she refused to let it. She was going to rule the world, she already owned it. It was not hers to die, not yet. But Death persisted, screaming at her, pushing her stronger and stronger.

Finally she snapped. “Othuma! Let go!”

She sat bolt upright. The world around her seemed to almost glow brilliantly. She looked and saw Othuma standing over her. It was him. He was the death that had been looming. He was the one who was trying to kill her. She yelled as she stood and backed away from him, “What are you doing?” Chrysalis drew her sword and pointed it at Othuma. She would kill him before he got her. No one would ever defeat her. No one. “You-“

A flash as she saw Othuma slicing through her neck with his scythe. “And after I tried to save you.” He said with a hint of sadness.

“-You…saved me?” She paused, confused. She sheathed the sword. “I-I’m very grateful.” She raised her hand to her neck. She felt scars, but it was still connected. She looked at Othuma; his scythe was nowhere to be seen. A vision of what might be? She thought to herself. What an interesting ability.

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The Valeish

The perpetrators were surprised by the speed and forcefulness of the Teal Eagles. So much so they protested to their detainment. "How dare you filthy foreigners attack us!" "You will pay for your actions!" Some even going as far to cry out injustice. "Help we're being repressed!" "Unjust! Unjust!" "You can't do this to us!" Some even continue to spew more malicious words. "You are not like us!" "Your just filthy Fetthas!" "Go back home!" "You are not welcomed here!" Then there unrest was quickly silenced by the arrival of Ahuv. The remained silent as the being spoke. Some felt regret others fear, but even despite this some were still stubborn. "We will not listen to this!" "You have no right to claim such things!" "You do not understand the Native Plight!" "You are biased towards the Sacrirans!" "Leave us alone!" They cried.

Even with the cries of outrage the Expellers and any Book Burners that were there were arrested. They would soon find themselves in prison cells for violation of city edicts. The Protesters spoke of expressing their feelings about the Foreigners. Some even cried out against the Constables labeling them as Foreigner Lovers. That they were against their Valeish brethren. Some Constables even questioned to authority the Teal Eagles have to arrest Valeish citizens. Even if they did break edicts, do the Teal Eagles have the given authority to make such arrests over such a scale of crime? Most simple misdemeanors that the Eagles presented, the punishment was a slight fine and allowed to wander the streets. While criminals brought in by Valeish officers were imprisoned. But with the Constables that were more concerned with upholding the Law, defended the right to imprison these wrong doers. Even if Sacrirans made the arrest.

This along with Retainer support made sour amongst the Constabulary. Even considering their actions in violation of Law for allowing punishment of unauthorized arrest. Even with the debate the key figures in this Book Burning act went from local incident to national scandal. The figures were key members of the Clergy and even testified to Valeish officers that they only acted underneath orders from the Clergy. This led to a serious decision to investigate the National Clergy. At first Expellers and even Non-Supporters mentioned this move was folly. That the Clergy wouldn't be responsible of blatant disregard for the law. Though it is no rumor the Clergy is a firm supporter of Pro-Sacriran Deportation. Even some of the Bishops are reported to be Expellers with a rumors stating that even the Archbishop is an Expeller. The Constable Captain Rolf Anson sent a letter for permission to conduct investigation on the Clergy to the King. Which responded with an yes. This would be the biggest Investigation to have ever commence yet.

Several Investigative Officers were entering the National Clergy's Churches. Finally leading up to investigate the Mathian Chapel were the Archbishop resides. The Investigators uncovered evidence that would be connected to the Book Burning Incident and even details for several other bonfires. Though no evidence was found of the Archbishops involvement, pressure from the investigation and past association with the Expellers weighed heavy on the Archbishop. So much so after the signal to make several arrests, including a few Bishops, forced a Ceremonial Abdication from the Archbishop. It was a bright Weekend Morn when the Archbishop Algernon Abercrombie abdicated from his position as the Archbishop. He gave a rather hopeful speech and stepped down with dignity and grace. Despite not being charged for any law breaking. Though some suspect he did and was leaving his role before such proof surfaces. Whether or not he had anything to do with this was inconsequential as Abercrombie left his role of power. It would be several days later when a new Archbishop would arise.

Looking over hopefuls, the remaining Bishops ordained a new Archbishop. In his Inauguration, Phalis Mortimer became the new Archbishop. He was then ordained and then tried to direct the National Clergy away from the embarrassment of the Clerical Bonfire Scandal as it was now called. Archbishop Mortimer even went as far as to renounce any ties the Church has with the Pro-Deportation Committee known as the Expellers. Without the backing of the Clergy and the aftermath of the Scandal, left the Committee crippled. It would seem the Sacrirans and the Retainers would win this Culture War. The final blow of the war would be given by the King himself. After The Dragons bringing to his attention the actions of Steiner and the recent events, he would hold an audience in the Royal Court. From there he would declared any propaganda from the Expellers outlawed and the Pro-Deportation Committee itself disbanded. Without any legal backing the Expellers were broken up and the decision to keep the Sacrirans in-country passed. Despite this victory, the tension and resentment left behind from this Culture War remained. As many Valeish citizens still reject the Sacrirans, but for now no more protests or rallies from the Expellers would be seen in the streets again. This "War" has shifted from a political arena to a sociological one. As the battle continues on a personal and much less publicized scale.

---Steiner was very much upset over the King's siding with the Dragons, but bit his tongue and held in any dissent. He was allowed to continue to be the Captain of the Guard, for what it's worth, The King does trust him as a stalwart ally and a very skilled fighter. When Steiner approached a group of Brown Dragons he would utter the last phrase of abuse. "I hope your all so pleased with yourselves!" "Despite whatever victory you believe you won, you will never change me!" Steiner then spat on the ground before them and walked away. They would not suffer any more abuse from him. At least not in a blunt and direct way as he once did.

---Many of the Noble Houses that sponsored and even members of the Expellers, left when the group was legally disbanded. Though those same houses still continued to possess the same prejudice and discrimination for the foreigners. Even though their efforts to have them legally deported has failed, the plot to have Abnersa convince them to leave still gave them some hope. As they and former Expellers will look onward to see if they will succeed or not.

---As for the Constabulary, a new found respect was shown to the Teal Eagles. For accomplishing such a goal. Though some Constables may view them a little more favorably. It did not lessen any of the hardships they will still face with the majority still having prejudice for them. Just now the Teal Eagles have allies as they will slowly be treated as a respectable part of Law Enforcement.


As the Servant looked at the strange being called a Xen'drik asked for his master. The servant reluctantly went to retrieve Lord Roseum. Kelzor came forth and immediately was energetic. "My, MY!" "What a most interested subject!" "Please come in, come in!" "I must say I was hoping I would have a foreigner come to my doorstep, but I didn't believe it would actually come to pass of it's own accord!" "Please sit! Sit!" "I am sure you have much to discuss...well at least I will!" Lord Roseum spoke with glee. As he went to quickly fetched as pen and parchment. "I hope you don't mind but I would most love to document this conversation!" Kelzor spoke. "So what brings you here my fellow?" He spoke with genuine intrigue.

Aliandra looked at the Xen'drik with discerning eye. When it spoke of The God Acanthus, it seemed to match what she believed would be a creation of such a Lord. "Please follow me." She spoke in a dull and unconfused voice. The Valeish apprentice would lead Ysma to Doctor Heyfeldt. "Doctor a visitor to see you." She dully spoke as the Doctor turned to see who it is. "Hello, I must say you are a strange looking fellow." "If you are looking for some cure for your appearance I'm afraid I only restore antiquities." Heyfeldt spoke confused on the matter in which he believes he speaks to another Valeish.



Othuma

Othuma had a solemn countenance as he looked at Chrysalis. "Yes...death will not come unless I wish it." "Life bends to my whim, not it's own!" Othuma spoke with authority. "And I do not wish for death to visit you and nor shall it, so long as I condone it!" He spoke with conviction. "Besides I would never harm you." "You and I are to change the world...I cannot do it without your assistance." Othuma spoke with all matter of seriousness. "Which brings us to what we are here to do." Othuma spoke as he walked right up to Chrysalis and placed a tender hand upon her hands and clasped them together. "What are we to do now?" He asked. He wondered how he would start this thing war and when it should begin.

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The Aerumnan

The boats silently came upon the shore, stealthy warriors slipping into the water to help steer them to shore, hulls splitting the wet sand as an orderly disembarking of the army began, they could see no resistance, could see no amassed army or even defense. At first they feared that perhaps this land was void of life, but with closer inspection they found signs of inhabitants having been at the beach. The Brackland Hydra flew forward overhead, letting loose a wailing screech it'd long sense held in, perhaps to stir defenders or intimidate the natives.

Krystof Dravenclaw lead the force, was the first man upon the beach, already fully armored and plotting a defense against anything and everything that might come, the whole of their army was two-thousand, five-hundred men with two hydra, hardened and destructive.

Charoum

He had no idea what he'd be fighting, his body shook with a general excitement however at how his people had managed this, brought together and organized. It was beautiful, they were beautiful, even with how chaotic their society and ambitions were, here these men were marching and strategizing with a singular goal. He would stand behind that.

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The Azure Brood

Within the cold, windy plains of ice and snow carried about a sense of nothingness. Not much life is to be seen or had in these lands. Such things that the land's visitors would see. Though they would soon find out, they were not alone. A young dragon, old enough to fly, hunt, and fight scoured the land. He was rambunctious and eager to see the icy land. He had hoped to find prey, but was often disappointed that nothing seemed to live here. Though his luck would turn when he managed to spot as small speck of life on the ground. The Dragon flew lower to see two people, hopefully they are tasty.

The Dragon flew lower to the ground as he prepared to hunt. He was coming up as he flew over their heads. They may not have noticed him but would certainly know something passed them. He circled above them looking to gain a little bit of fun before he ate them. The Dragon did roar to alert them to his presence in hopes to frighten them. He then waited eagerly to see what his prey would do. Hopefully they would give chase.

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The Aerumnan: Redorin & Tryhre

The warriors pulled the furs closer about their bodies, they were massive and thick, clinging tightly to their masses. A thick snow clung to the stark blacks, their faces completely covered. Despite their wary walking along the icy plains of the North, swords would be clear at their backs presented with honor as they traveled on with an unwavering determination. Having spent weeks braving the cruel lands, they'd already lost a valued companion and burying him was a task of days with the conditions of the soil they'd found, his grave unmarked except for a rough collection of sticks at the head, standing triumphantly about the blade centered among them.

A fire was another matter of grave importance, and yet increasing difficulty. Their days were mixed as the snow and mist of wind hanging about the air confused the daylight and light of night. It was noticed how everything was more harsh the farther you trudged..- Few words would be uttered, furthering the impotence of their minds, muffled over short breaks where they'd check their direction or map a land mark, usually a simple change in the ground was all they could find, but mapping was something that must be afforded. As the icy planes would swallow them, suffocating every attempt at escaping.

They'd hardly seen the creature over head, the iced chill biting their skin every place not covered in inches of the furs, at the pit of the arm, elbows, knees and other key joints. As it swooped down and circled, however they'd exchange looks of excitement. Unsure of what it was exactly, but having found anything alive was a miracle in itself for the pair. Though as they could manage glimpses of it and finally heard the massive roar they knew, nearly immediate giving light shakes of their heads and pulling their blades from their sheathes and brandishing them before them defensively, as it cleared they'd go to pull some of the fur from their bodies to afford better movement, pulling it from their faces immediately to clear their vision.