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Alteez

Goddess of the celestial void.

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a character in “The Pantheon: Renewal”, as played by Oborosen

Description

Name:Alteez
Titles: The pale queen, The star god.
Creed: Guide by example, Rule through strength.
Gender Female
Alignment: Lawful Evil
Portfolio (domains): Personal growth, Expansion, Tyranny

Description:
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Though it is uncommon for Alteez to visit or even speak with the other gods, she has been known to make several personal appearances at certain times. Notably when she finally returned to the world in earnest, and proclaimed herself having come back from exile.

Alteez possesses a very large figure, though thin and gaunt in appearance, she is a physical embodiment for the realm from where she comes. The only aspect of her appearance that possesses substance is her flesh, as it is a matte white color with a tinted ivory sheen. Her hair and dress are one in the same, easily becoming one with the seam of her own body, and being represented as a near void in space. Instead it looks as though one is staring into the night sky and can slowly watch as the stars dance within her visage. Two ivory forearms hang from thin sleeves, with crimson nails that tip each finger, and her dress slides down to become one with the floor on which she stands. The most dominant feature of the goddess is the large circular ring of white fire that drifts behind her, creating an actual void of space, bridging her realm with the one she currently stands in. The ring holds a static position behind her at all times, and only moves at her behest. When the goddess arrives in or leaves a realm, it is always through this conduit.

Alteez's crimson eyes and rosie lips are the only things about her appearance that belies a true feminine form. Though after that her form becomes more alien, showing no true facial features, lacking eye lashes and brows. The opening in her chest is more akin to a wound, and shimmers with a crystal like sheen, surrounded by four indentation within the flesh.

Territories: The lower plane, (The white spire)
Symbol: A piece of black crystal, containing a glowing star.



Personality: Methodical and controlling.
One could easily misunderstand what it is that Alteez shows for her subjects in place of love as just that, however she is far past the point of giving that much emotion to those that serve her. Instead her rule over her followers is that of a tyrannical mother figure, who loves and dotes upon her children, only so far as they are obedient, and orderly. So long as everyone concerns themselves with the rules of law, and never oversteps those bounds, they are safe from her ire.

Equipment:
Astral Form - Alteez does not choose to change her form ever, seeing as it was the first she ever took to make contact with her original disciple. Despite everything else that has come, and gone in her existence, this one physical form is her most favored. Choosing to never differ from what it is she chose over a millennia ago. Despite being visible and possessing mass, this form constantly shifts from the incorporeal into the corporeal. Strikes against such a form normally fail to do lasting damage, or proceed to pass through into some strange land beyond. Though combat has never been her forte in the past, Alteez is capable of creating intense blast of starlight from her body, and anything caught in the blast is either completely charred or incinerated outright.

The Star Sword
A broadsword with a thick transparent, red, crystal blade. Supported with double handed onyx haft, with silvered guards and handle.
- The first artifact bestowed upon Alteez's chosen in the first years of her rise. It was able strengthen the resolve of its wielder and increases their strength. However in the fall of the age it was removed from its owners dead hands after a vast betrayal, as of this moment its location is unknown.

The Book of Midnight
A thick tome that is bound in slates of darkened leather, that constantly feels warm to the touch. Both the cover, and back of the book are dotted in several gem studded eyes that are able to move and track to each one's content.
- The second artifact bestowed upon the first chosen, this book would allow its holder to easily catalog knowledge and instantly recall all they and their for bearers had ever learned, by displaying it on it's pages. Currently being held in the protective vault of a rather ostentatious aristocrat.

The Eternal Key
A large clear, crystal key the size of a large fist which seems to be filled with constantly moving smoke. Possessing a likeness of Alteez on the handle and several floating metal rings encompass the arm, and freely move along its surface but can never be separated from the key.
- This was the last artifact bestowed upon the first chosen, and was used to congratulate him on his triumph in founding his own kingdom. It grants eternal youth and vitality to the one who possesses it, physically bonding with its owner. This was unfortunately what proved to be the downfall of his kingdom, as the eldest of his sons soon began to cannibalize all that he had created. The Kingdom fell into darkness soon after, as the key was lost and the kings bloodline scattered into the winds.

:Creation:


Moradini:
Though the goddess is unsure if she created these beings or not, did not detract from the fact that she excepted them as her own, as she began to watch them grow, and with her guidance this race managed to grow from nothingness. Into a certified race of builders, warriors, thinkers, and explorers over the span of several centuries. All with the realization that they would only want for life within the desert that helped raise them, seeing as the race almost never explored beyond the reaches of their barren home. Because all that they required was there for them, rich mountains of minerals, and lush plants that sprung up around every oasis to be found. Despite the voracious creatures that stalked the dunes of the lands outside their homes it was a near paradise that they forged for themselves. Until the first long absence of their goddess proved to be a stepping stone too high for them to traverse, and their society fell into near total anarchy.

Only when she returned, and chose a champion to lead them did things begin to look up once again. Only for her to realize that their nature was harder to keep in line than she could ever fear. Resulting in the final fall from grace for her so beloved children.

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Each member of the Moradini are blessed with a strong constitution, and staunch figure. Their skin color can range from sun scorched leather, to a near olive like complexion that belies their years in the sun. Men usually rest on the darker side of the spectrum, however that is just a vast majority, and hair color for the entire race can be just as varied. Though it is not unusual to see men with short cut hair as a common sight and woman wearing long braids, decorated in stone beads.





:History:


In the beginning of her life Alteez was nothing, not even a name, just floating among the waste of the sky. Her knowledge was of the void, and so was her being, and so alien was her presence that the first time she stepped upon this world she saw below. She did so in a manner that would reshape the land, and distorted its features into a vast, nearly shapeless desert. As she looked out upon this land, uncaring of the destruction she had just caused, Alteez sought to fill it with life as she explored the extent of her control upon this place. The goddess was powerful and almighty, like those that came before her, and the light that poured forth from her turned the sand to glass in her wake. It was then that she noticed the life that existed there in this desert, though weather it was there before she arrived. Or a direct result of her own action upon this world she did now know, nor care. But it was interesting to see them scuttle about in the day, and night, avoid the wild things of the land, then hunting them in turn. A form of life that interested her the more she watched them, periodically watching over them in her time going back, and forth from her realm, and theirs. There were years where she would be a verdant part of their lives, given advice, and secrets of the world, helping them to grow. However there were times when she would remain gone for more than a decade, drifting in her solitude high above them, and keeping what little of a watch that she could managed.

It was on one of these vast distances that she heard a lingering voice in the darkness to draw her attention, as there was a disheveled ruler without a crown or land to call his own. He was drawn out of his home, which for some time had been descending into darkness thanks to the evil left behind by the first dark one. He wished so hard for a way to bring his land back under a form of rule and semblance of balance, that his tears called forth this creature from the deepest reaches of the stars.
The first time he saw her was enough to threaten tearing his mind asunder, until she took a form that he could comprehend, and she felt pity for him, offered a tool to help him achieve his dream. A sword that would allow him to rally more to his side, and return with the strength to take back his lands. This was a task that would take him but a few years to complete, because with the blessing of his returned goddess he was able to easily overcome the loose bands of warriors that destroyed his homeland. Afterwords he wished for the knowledge to govern his kingdom fairly, and she granted him another boon in the form of a book that would assist him in his endeavors. This allowed his kingdom to grow with great speed, and it became evident that Alteez was becoming more attached to her followers, as she became more attached to him in turn.

Nearly four decades had passed and the growth of his kingdom, which had been raised from the barren sands of a desert. Now spanned a great portion of the burning sands and dominated it as a brimming utopia. The king now an old man was on his last years as a ruler, and called to his goddess as he had in the past. He wished to be there for his children, and to be there to ensure his kingdom would not fall into ruin like it had before. She waited on her response, and returned to him after a fortnight only to agree to his request that if she did this, he would give her something in return. Though the details of this bargain are unknown, the old king ascended to the alter of the stars that was built to honor her, and when he descended its stairs he was now a young warrior of youth like in the years when he first met his goddess. It was near this time that all of the things he worked to build began to fall apart, as his children began to see this as an affront to their chances to rule. They would not stand to see a king that could eternally sit on the throne, and deny them their birthright. So the great king was betrayed, and his lineage managed to rest the power of immortality from him with some time, and a blade. So it was that Alteez was forced to watch as her own followers soon began to nearly cannibalize their own realm after the king was deposed.

The events that followed forced a change within the goddess, making her adjust the way she viewed the humans on the world below. She ceased to care weather her former followers were cared for and happy, only that they followed to rule of law. All attempts to reign them back under control were met with disillusion as they continued to splinter into separate factions, further loosening her grip on them, and eventually the land fell into complete chaos again.

In response Alteeze flung herself into existential exile in order to further remove herself from such tragedy, and for the last few millennia has been asleep among the void that she came from.

Until something once lost was found.

So begins...

Alteez's Story

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Birth was different for every god. Some experienced pain, others euphoria. As the divine seeds hatched across the Middle Realm, divine creatures of every shape and size appeared. Soon after came creation in abundance. Like an artist and a blank canvas, the gods filled every thing they saw with their own essence and creativity.

One such Goddess walked through a wide open field. She smiled, enjoying the warmth of the day and smell of the earth beneath her feet and the flowers that stretched out as far as her eyes could see. She marveled at all the beauty around her and wished more than anything that she could add to it, somehow without changing what she could see and smell. Suddenly, a bright light shone around her fingertips and she found herself holding an odd device. A Harp. As soon as the thought appeared she knew that that was what the instrument was. With it, she could give more beauty, so she did.

She played for awhile, simply letting the Music flow from her fingertips, her eyes closed in rapt concentration. When she finally opened her eyes, she saw dozens of creatures around and on her. She giggled and the creatures responded with chittering, peeping, and other sounds. "Such marvelous creatures. You must be hungry..." And her hand was filled with seeds and nuts, enough to feed the small animals easily. She watched them for some time, simply in awe of their grace and natural beauty.

She decided that she needed to see more, to experience everything the world had to offer, perhaps to make something new as well, if the whim took her. So she set off to explore, wondering at every new creature and plant she saw, reveling in the changes of the day and night, and playing music and dancing when the silence did not suit her.

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For years the vast desert lands had lay in waste as very little in the way of humanity could flourish there, what remained to be collected were settlements, disheveled shacks lining what little sources of water there was to be found. However deep within the north eastern lands there existed a great ruined city that attracted all manner of ill minded beings, that made an easy choice of seizing the city to hide away in. Its infrastructure was all but gone, though there did exist some places that people could gather, and the water sources were still capable of supporting abundant life. That coupled with the surrounding wild life made living there easier, and more opportunistic. These people would run raids on the passing caravans in the west, and would return to the ruined city with their spoils, ensured of its protection thanks to the high mountain ridges surrounding its borders.

The last remaining untouched hold of this once great city, though given the cities history, it is possible that this to has long since been tainted.

Only for the biting winds of the vast desert to blast into the chamber as its broken doors are pulled open as far as they could allow. Basting the inside of the long empty alter with alabaster light, and skirting sand over nearly every surface that was not barren already. The overturned vase's, and broken stone chairs doing what is possible to guard the last remaining valuables that have not already been looted. Three figures rushing in as the sands continue to batter them all the while, tossing sacks in from off their shoulders as they lay into the door to seal it back shut. Two rushing to get the sacks into the center of the room while the first managed to lock the door with a makeshift bar to hold it shut.

"Deep in the darkest reaches of the void a figure floats, fetal, and encased in a massive block of black ice. The lost goddess shudders as her once holy place has been disturbed after all these years. The presence of new mortal life not going unnoticed in this hour."


The three were criminals, among the same as others that infested the once great city, and had drawn their spoils out across the floor to examine their take between one another. The drew out item after item from their large sacks, and set them aside as they began to make more room in the alter for their own treasure. Tossing aside furniture, and any of the last decorations to be found in this place. They began to bargain out each others share from one another, for possession of things that caught each others attention. Soon the bargaining turned to arguing, and shortly after that it came to blows. Because the heart of man was not easily satisfied with that which they could claim through either cowardice or guile. The latter of the argument shifting between assets of two against one, only for a blade to be drawn, and its crude edge being used to part the lesser from his possessions. Both forms descend upon his as he falls against alters surface, and they both continue to assault him tirelessly. Only when his eyes fell vacant, and his lungs cease to draw breath did they stop in their endeavor.

"As with all things, the theft of life is a powerful event, and it was this singular moment that shook the goddess from her slumber. Eyes jutting open and eons of ice shattering from her form with the strength of this singular awakening. Her mind fully aware of the warm essence of life surging across the surface of her alter, and with that her light was called back into the mortal world once more."


The whole structure of the building begins to shake whine with the force of what is coming, and the two murderers look on as a single point of light opens within the alter. Quickly growing in size and intensity as some dark mass folds through and the goddess erupts through, forming herself whole on this side of the ring as it extends to its full size. The brightness of her visage quickly turning the low light of the late, into the most verdant of mornings, as the men responded with clenched eyes, and shielded faces. They looked on as the light died away with her form left staring as she set her own crimson gaze across the room and breathed in the ragged air after so long a time asleep.

They both drew blades and readied themselves as she stood there, with the now lifeless corpse slumped over her once pristine alter, and proceeded to glare daggers at them in return. This continued as a golden bangle rolled across the floor from an overturned sack, and spun down before the hem of her dress. It wobbled several times before laying down finally, and she caught the sight of the small rubies donning its surface, only to look back up at them. "I see... you are all still so full of greed, and still crawling in filth.. just like the day I left." One makes a quick attempt to advance on the goddess, not knowing his own fault in that choice and is soon cleaved in two by a swath of light. Alteez needing not to move, besides opening her palm towards him. His body fell lifeless breaking at his spine, as the bone no longer possessed the strength to hold him up, and the smell of charred meat fills the air. With the sand on the floor near him being turned into a solid amber glass with the passing of such heat.

This caused the other to drop all pretense of aggression, loosing his arms onto the floor and turning to flee. Only for a swift cone of light to pierce his chest from behind, punching a hole beyond him and tearing the door from its hinges.

She watched as his momentum caused his body to tumble down the alter steps as the wind once again forced hits way into the room, kicking sand and debris into the air as she look on through the obscuring haze. She raised a hand ahead of her, forcing the wind, and sand apart as she stepped forward out the door. Looking on over the ruins of the once great city and forcing a sigh of dismay over the loss of its long distant beauty. The sand storm did little to impede her vision and only served to annoy her, along with what she had just experienced. She spoke one simple word, with a loud boom of her voice "..CEASE.." This kicked the dust, and wind away, causing the clouds of the sky to part. Killing the weather instantly as the word left her lips, and shaking the foundation of every building in the city. A force that could be heard across the entire desert, and easily felt from further away.

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The fall of such silence on the ruined city was enough to put the dead to shame, as she looked out over the view of such lost glory, Alteez felt something in her well up. It was a deep lamentation for the past lives ruined in such a great city, Her memories drifted of the years that she had seen this city in its prime.

In sight the city became less of a disheveled hell, and more of a paradise. Pillar upon pillar raised along cobblestone causeways as homes piled up into small manors that house her faithful, the smell of sweets on the wind as she could hear the sound of children playing at the base of her temple. It was beautiful once gain, and grew ever more so as she descended the stairs down into the main building. The seat of the exact same throne she had seen constructed, and ruled from for so long. Though short years in her existence, what appeared as a blink in her eyes, were the lives of hundreds through the years.

She looked on as the throne room was filled by an inumiral amount of lives, all in attendance as the king walks down the stairs one last time behind her, and she greets him as though an old man would a happy memory. She easily remembers the day she granted him her last blessing, and allowed him to return to his youth. But even now she can see it as her eyes scan the horizon of faces, several wore worried stares, and even his sons were ambivalent about the situation. She should have know that this was going to be the last true day of happiness for her people.


The goddess nearly buckled to her knees as she was assaulted by the memories that followed, the eldest son digging a blade into the small of his fathers back. Then brother upon brother fell into the fray, cutting, and gouging at one another to seize power from the other. To witch the eldest was easily the most apt, having been gifted his fathers divine blade, and used it to rend life from his kin, like chaff from wheat.

The goddess feels a cold, hard emotion boil up in her breast as a tears begin to roll down her cheek. Those that struck the stone floor, pulverized sheets of rock, one after the other. Her vision was greeted by the site of several scattered bones across the temple floor, even after all this time heavy stains of dim red sat scattered all around the main pavilion, and as she rubbed the pain from her eyes she stood. Even the good king still remained somewhat all this time as well, what still existed of his long hair, and the broken blade jutting from out his lower ribs. It was all a tragedy, she had left her people behind to forget the atrocities they committed upon one another, and here she was, willingly exposing herself to such memories.

So it was that she stayed there on her knees, weeping softly for her lost champion, and her lost people. An immense event despite how low she cried, for the land began to tremble, and cry with her.

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It was a dangerous thing to sin on the day the gods were born. The unfairness, the devastation– the cries of the victims, gave birth to something far more dangerous than simple evil. In the blood of the criminal and the tear of the sufferer, Ludicia was born. When the accused lay dead, she awoke.

The giant materialised, some feet in the air above the dead bodies of the ruby-thieves. Eyes still closed, Ludicia drew breath for the first time– existing in a place that was at once the mortal world and not, where she was invisible to all who were not deceased or divine. As the dust settled, she opened her eyes, flooding the room with a blinding light that emitted from her eyes.

"SINNERS," she said. Her voice was a booming, authoritative thing. It echoed through the ruins, shaking pieces of rocks down from the unused buildings around them. "I HAVE BEEN CREATED FOR YOUR PUNISHMENT. ALLOW YOUR SINS TO BE WEIGHED."

The criminals looked up into the light, and in accordance with the god's creation, felt compelled to confess their sins. There were many to take from, and Ludicia waited patiently until they were done. Only after the judgement did she notice the ruins within which she was floating. The giant's head reared towards the altar steps, and for a moment the air grew colder.

"LET US ADD BLASPHEMY TO THAT LIST," she said.

The sentence was clear. There was only one punishment befitting souls as tarnished as these. Ludicia's face grew a wide grin, as her giant form lurched forward and ripped the souls from their mortal forms. Her own body seemed to coil and change as the front of her chest opened. Within, a world of darkness and pain could only barely be glimpsed before the souls were delivered, and her chest became transparent again.

With her business concluded, Ludicia paused mid-air to observe the altar closer. Though she was not a goddess of pain, she knew to recognise it and felt that there was much of it in this room. Quite possibly there was more to be done before she drew back into– wherever she had come from. The room– no– the land itself seemed to quiver with sorrow, all emitting from behind her. Ludicia turned, and saw a form within the room that she had not noticed before. Someone powerful– more like her.

"APOLOGIES FOR THE INTRUSION," she said. "I DID NOT REALISE I WAS ENTERING ON SOMEONE ELSE'S DOMAIN."

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The goddess of Music was happy, satisfied, as more and more of these others came in. Each and every one was new and exciting with different forms and different powers. She sensed the sadness in Alo but did not know how to help. She was not equipped, she felt, to deal with darkness or sadness. The others spoke to it, seemed to get through to it, because it looked determined and focused.

She gasped in awe as a creature made of flame exploded out of Alo with a physical tremble in the ground, circled them, and then flew off. She returned to her bipedal form, it seemed better able to express emotion. "What was that!? Did you *make* that?" Could *she* do that? Could they all do that? She was so excited to try but she wanted to see how the others would react.

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Alteez stayed on her knees and watched as the gathered ages ran what remained of her once powerful champion through her clambering fingers, doing their best to hold him close as her cries grew ever softer.
She sat there with her eyes firmly fixed on what remained of her creations, her legacy. A city brimming with the stench of deceit, and lawlessness. With the remnants of such a great civilization still steal from, and bleeding one another in the off chance that such an act would bring them riches or glory. Even then at this point she believed that the idea of glory would be beyond the very aspect of their morality.

Up ahead the room began to flood with a pale light, and this commotion caused several shadowy forms to flee from their own cover.

She however did not pay it no mind as her grief was holding her in the moment, solidifying the feelings of apprehension she was already experiencing for her creation. Only for her to look up as the being began to, for lack of a better word "take" the very essence of their souls. In one measure Alteez could easily recognize this one entity as another god, though in memory it was rare for her to see another, seeing as she was always so removed from the rest of the world. Standing as the god floated its way towards her, and she arose to meet it with the grim bearing of her champions skull in hand.

The god spoke with a loud continuance, as her voice began to pulse through what little remained of the once great throne room, and though this was happening she could barely find the will to face her. So as she raised her eyes to the near empty face of her new acquaintance, and sighed calmly as she rubbed a finger across the cracked brow of the ghastly reminder she now held.

"As it stands now, there is barely any reason to call this a domain at all. Though I command here, it is not my rule that is followed, as it once was." She turned away slowly, and strode out towards the back of the room, setting herself down on the once claimed throne. Still bearing her champions skull firmly in hand, as if to guard it in some form of perpetual care. "Just like the day I left them all those long centuries ago... so long now that I can barely remember it myself. But I find the refreshed memories.. painful." She continued as she kept cradling the aged, sand stripped object in her hands.

It became quiet for some time after as the two goddesses traded a solemn glance, and the silence was so prophetic that they could hear long unkempt sections of the city, crumble under the weight of ages upon them.

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Lucidia looked down upon the goddess before her, her brow raised at the skull cradled in their hands. It was an unusual sight– an unusual display of affection but then, who was Ludicia to decide? A goddess of judgement she might be, she thought, but one born only moments ago. She didn't have the necessary tools yet to judge it all. They would have to be acquired.

"As it stands now, there is barely any reason to call this a domain at all. Though I command here, it is not my rule that is followed, as it once was."

"YET DOES NOT THIS SYMBOL OF YOUR EMPIRE STILL STAND? Ludicia mused. "EVEN IF YOUR RULE IS FORGOTTEN, YOUR IMPRINT REMAINS. THE ALTAR WAS WORSHIPPED ONCE– IT MAY BE AGAIN."

She turned slowly as the goddess passed her on the way to her throne.

"Just like the day I left them all those long centuries ago... so long now that I can barely remember it myself. But I find the refreshed memories.. painful."

The two exchanged looks, allowing the silence to fall over the room momentarily. "I WAS BORN TODAY. JUST NOW, IN FACT. SO I AM STILL GETTING USED TO THE WORLD– THIS, AND THE ONE BEYOND. AS SUCH I FEAR I CANNOT BE OF COMFORT TO YOU, UNLESS YOU WISH FOR ME TO PUNISH THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED YOU, AS I PUNISHED THE BLASPHEMERS BEFORE." She looked at the skull in Alteez's hands. "IT IS MY PURPOSE TO BE THE BEARER OF SUCH BURDENS, AS IT IS YOUR PURPOSE TO RULE."

With this she fell silent again, listening to the echo of her own words. She felt too large for this place now that the silence had fallen and the criminals were dealt with– like a horse stomping through glass, though she wasn't sure how she knew that. Bashfulness was a difficult expression to pull off when one looked like Ludicia, but she somehow managed.

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#, as written by folclor
Cela leaned her head to the side and looked at the strange creature. She could see its path but it wasn't so much of a strain that it hurt to see. "Hmm..." Strange. Indelibly strange. Could she do the like? In her attempts to match this Alo's movements, she found herself unsuccessful. "Hmm." The second intonation was not a happy one and Fate frowned slightly.

Oh well, perhaps it was not hers to create. That or she could not create in that same way. Maybe, one day, she would figure it out. Day? She hadn't heard that word before but, somehow, she knew it referred to the current state of the skies. So she, instead, chose to fall back onto the grass and stare upward.

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Alteez sits there on the throne, and a look of realization dons over her face as Lucidia speaks. It had been some many long years that she only remembered being a small part of her subject lives, not really speaking to them, but using her chosen as a go to messenger in the later years. A fact she kept recalled as she arched a finger across the vacant brow of his head, as it sat in her palm.

"Than you have much to learn if you are truly born for the first time, though it is easy for a god to sleep again several centuries and forget that which they sought rest from in the beginning." The skull was placed on the arm of the throne, and Alteez stood once again as she looked out from its high position among the whole of the temples hall. "That ideal does not strike me as unwanted.. taking hold of this land once again may be the way to save it from certain annihilation. If not from the outside, than at least from themselves." She returns her eyes to Lucidia as the goddess stayed hovering several feet in the air in front of her, and directly addressed her.

"When I was first pulled from the void by the lone voice of a soul in need, I had only the need to serve him, and help make his dream a reality. Now as I stand here on this desecrated mound, mourning his past trials, and the betrayal of his very blood for a simple crown. I know now what must be done for my children to survive the coming hardships." She proclaimed this statement as she turned around to walk past the throne, and took up the fallen kings head once more. Allowing the newly born goddess to follow at her leisure, Alteez ascended the stairs that lead back up to her alter. The focal point at which she returned to the world once more, and soon to be the beginning of her new rule over this land. She had only just returned after over a thousand years in the void, and the feeling of weakness was still in her after all that time. Her strength would be slow to return to her while she remained on this plain. So she would need someone to act out her will for her, and she knew just one being that would be unable to decline such a offer.

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Ludicia pulled back to let Alteez pass her more easily. She wasn't quite sure what she meant by her first comment– though she supposed it had something to do with the skull in her hands. Possibly Alteez had been gone far longer than she expected. She thought about her next comment, brow furrowing momentarily before she replied.

"IT IS MY OPINION THAT WITHOUT A GOVERNING POWER, PEOPLE WILL TOO EASILY TURN TO THE DESPICABLE ACTS WHICH WE HAVE ALREADY OBSERVED." She looked at the bodies of the ruby-thieves.

She then listened to the story of Alteez's birth, hearing some parallels to her own. Though Ludicia seemed to have been pulled from nothingness by an ideal, she had been pulled by a person. Ludicia's gaze turned to the skull as Alteez picked it back up. Then the two moved across the room until they came to the stairs of the altar. Ludicia unwrapped her legs which had until then been bent up under her floating body. As they touched the floor, her very form seemed to twitch and re-shape. The goddess shrank until she was the size of Alteez, a black cloak forming around her body. In place of a head, there was an antilope skull which turned slowly to where Alteez was standing.

A moment of silence passed as she waited to see what Alteez would do next.

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After a short climb back up the stairs, heading towards the final height of the temple sat her alter. The place she returned to after all these years, and the location that served to be her catalyst into this world. She moved quietly, her body moving across the stonework floor as easily as water would glide across riverbed rock. Approaching the recently deceased man with the skull clenched in her left hand, and the newly born goddess behind her, she looked back. "You saw first hand how frail these young beings can be, not a single one of them is to ever compare to ones like us. However.. they are capable of great things in their short, infinitesimal lives." She held grabbed his body, moving him oh so slightly as to sit him up against the base of the alter. Streaks of red nearly dried on his features as his life had poured forth from him not long ago, and she moved his head with a slight hand grasping his chin.

"They are however.. vastly receptive to what we have to offer them, and being my creations my power clings to them in the simplest of ways. Even on this day I can see my essence still permeating his being, while death grips at his soul." She lits the skull as she maintains a tight hold on his chin and presses it against the spinning flames of the gate floating behind her. Its ivory shine began to gleam more brilliantly as she held it there, and only once the heat became too much did its form completely break in her palm. The flames reducing it to the barest of dust in her hand, though the dust stayed where it was, not running or sifting through her fingers. She lifted his chin and tilted the head to open his mouth, only just enough.

"I am in need of a new champion, and though I am unsure of his qualities, I am sure of a way to help guide him." Alteez began to pour the remains into his open mouth, and with that his body began to pour a dim light from within, helping to illuminate the alter along with the two gods in attendance. Only when the last of the dust was gone, and she moved the hand down to his chest, did something appear to happen. The wounds that shed his life upon the alter were breathing a soft light on the stones below, and slowly stitching closed as they did. But when they were done in their healing, she knelt down against his cheek, and spoke into his ear. "What once was two, shall now be one... this I command as you're god." As she pulled away a semblance of life began to return to the man before her, and his eyes flew open with a lazy urgency as it was obvious that his body was extremely groggy from his recent trip.

He tries to stand and produces a slim dagger from below his now stained waistband, weakly swinging it as he begins to try, and stand. Only for his legs to serve him little, and his body to fall to his knees as he finally pushes from the alters base stone. Shortly falling flat on the floor before Alteez, and Ludicia.

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Alteez looked down at the man, as he fell about trying to gain his bearings like a new born foal. His eyes hardly able to settle with the surge of life blowing through his veins, and the weight of new breath in his lungs. She was quick to follow with him, and take hold of him by the arm. This caused him to lash out with the blade in hand, only for the tip of the metal to pass through the fabric of starlight, and emerge on the other side of his swing after striking nothing.

But he still looked at her with little knowledge of what he was doing in his eyes, onLY for some strange, foreign realization to don on him in the moment. Like a distant star brushing against the edge of the sky, and he exclaimed with a brightened exhilaration. "My queen.. wait.. what?" His hand gripped the edge of his head as he began to wrestle with the information running rampant in his mind. She pressed a hand against his sweating brow as she began to cradle him slightly, in that moment the pain of his predicament could be seen behind the lids of his eyes. As what looked to be the knowledge imparted upon him, running through the vault of his mind like that of a dam broken loose.

His eyes cleared for a second as he spoke. "How... do I know you?"
She smiled in short order for him and ran a few OF her fingers through his hair as she laughed. "I am you're god, and you are my new champion." He could see the gaze coming from her distant starlight eyes, and felt she was speaking the truth. Only for him to pull away, falling back once again as he could not truly come to terms with what she had said. Gripping his head tightly as if that would help the tide rushing through. Only for her to stand, and gesture to calm his pain.

"When I pulled you back from the brink, I gave you something.. the memories of you're long, dead king. In fact a fragment of his being now sits withing you as we speak."