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Karam

The God of the Sea and Moon

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a character in “The Pantheon: Renewal”, originally authored by phoenixheart, as played by RolePlayGateway

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God Name: Karam
Titles: The Moon, The Sea King
Creed: 'A million gentle touches can do more than the mightiest blow."
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good
Portfolios Governed:The Sea and The Moon
Description: In his human form, Karam presents himself as a tall, handsome man, with dark brown hair and brown eyes. He does not have the obvious brawn of some of his brothers, but his slight stature belies a relentless strength. When he retreats to the ocean, his form becomes similar to that of a merman. His torso gradually shifts down into a deep green, scaled tail, and gills form along his neck. His eyes are also different in his ocean form. They are larger and turn to an acidic green, with a large cat-like pupil.
Territories: Where light pierces the dark and the sea turns to its will
Symbol: Karam's symbol is a dark trident laid on top of a moon
Personality: Karam's mood is changeable and his temper volatile, much like the ocean. He is good to the people who are good to him, but he is not one to suffer fools gladly. While he tries to walk through life as gently as possible, when his temper is provoked, it can have devastating consequences.
Equipment: Karam carries a trident at all times whether on land or in the ocean.
History:

So begins...

Karam's Story

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The music stopped and The Harpist looked to the two Gods on the hill. Kallian studied them. They were different to her, in a way the other two were not. Their power was undeniable. It almost rolled from them in waves. She was safe here. Power did not always mean destruction.

"Hello to you too!"

Kallian realised she had been seen. She waved to The Harpist and The Dancer, slowly rising from her resting place to join her brethren. "Where did all of you come from? Did...Did my music make you?" The Harpist asked. Kallian thought for a moment, turning the question over in her head. Had the music drawn her to this world?

"I do not know where we... Came from... I came from earth.... I am earth.. Everything around... Us is me... And not me. Fire and earth, power and strength.... Alo, I am Alo... I made myself... And control myself... I do not understand... What was the... Noise you were... Making? Why... Why are you not... As I am? Why am I... Different?" The Rocky Titan spoke, his voice as deep and primal as the earth itself.

"I came from the River," The Dancer spoke. Her voice was soft, as though she might be afraid to disturb something, ""I came from the River. I saw your Fates. I am Fate. I am River. I am Cela. I heard Music, I saw the Harpist. My body moved with her Flow." Cela greeted the men before them. Kallian still pondered The Harpist's question. What had drawn her to this world? The music seemed as good an anchor as any.

"The Sun. Earth, Fire, River, Fate." The Harpist spoke, disturbing Kallian's thoughts. "The noise? It was...me. I am Music. And...Satisfaction. I am...I feel the Flow of everything, I can see change...or I want it. I have a name too! Akileia! It's everything I am. I just...I *know* it."

Cela and Akileia. Kallian committed those names to her memories. They seemed good people, even if Cela seemed a little stilted in her approach. Seeing everything could not be easy. Kallian watched as Akileia turned into a furred creature. Could they all do that? Kallian was in no particular hurry to find out. She liked this form. What if she became stuck in a form that she didn't like? Kallian stood back as the Earth shifted to Fire. No, she was quite content with this form, delicate as it was.

The dark noise sounded again and Kallian looked beyond the valley. "There is a darkness in this world, as there must be to keep the balance." Kallian saw another being on the hillside. This one was large and armoured, different again from the ones she had found thus far. What was to be held accountable for their differences? A quirk of fate? Perhaps there would be much that they would not know about this world. She was Truth and something else, something that was still beginning to form, she did not need armour or the mighty form of the earth to do her bidding. Truth was its own weapon and armour. She did not need to wear great metal plates to shield her. Not yet anyway.




The seas churned and beneath the waves, something began to take shape. A man, not quite suited to earth or sea alone, grew from the depths. He twisted into life, taking a deep breath, his lungs easing as they filled. A trident was in his hand. He looked at the tool, wondering what he might use it for. And then he looked to himself. His torso was bare, his skin dark, gradually turning to green scales that extended into a tail. There was a weight to his head as he turned in the water. He reached up and felt the hair atop his head. Dark too. Was he darkness? No, he had been born to the sea. The sea was his kingdom, and yet he was more. There was an irresistible pull to the surface. Karam swam up, ever upwards until he broke the surface.

His lungs screamed. The air was wrong. This was wrong. The water. We need the water. We need- The gills on his neck closed as he changed. He could breath this air without them, but beneath the surface, he would need them. The sky above him was bright. It would not always be. Perhaps that was his purpose, to provide light in the darkness. The pull was still there. Pulling him forward from the water. There was something else to be discovered. His tail shifted into legs as the water became shallower. A light armour clothed him as he left the ocean. The sand sunk beneath his feet. As it shifted to solid ground, Karam found his movements easier.

He traveled, following the pull, trusting it to guide him, whether to the terrible noise or from it, he didn't know, but he followed it. He came to a valley where others dwelled. Earth and Sun stood on the hill. His opposites and equals. He felt kinship to them. Without one, the other was obsolete. A lightness filled him as he approached the gathering. One of their number, a fair haired woman, saw his approach and her face seemed to clear.

Kallian turned back to the group as Karam approached. She knew a part of her had been missing and now she was almost whole. She was Loyalty and Truth. Two ideas bonded together. "What are we? Why are we?" The Fire asked.

"I do not know, my friend. Perhaps we will never why we are. As for what we are, I cannot say. I know I am an idea given form. But you are solid, different. The Earth and Fire are not abstract. They simply are."

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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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"Well, this is just magnificient if I do say so myself. Alo, Kallian, Cela, Akileia, and of course, Kassius. I do not know who we are, but I like us," Kassius announced with a wide grin. He smiled as he watched the others transform, nodding in approval at Alo. He was different, but somehow, his form fit him. Different concepts enveloped his mind: Loyalty, Truth, Earth, Fire, Light, River, Music. There was so much to comprehend, he hardly knew where to start.

"There is a darkness in this world, as there must be to keep the balance."

"Darkness? I do not yet know what that is, but I don't like the sound of it," he mused. The word filled him with a strange feeling. As though something threatened to extinguish his light, but that was impossible. Nothing could extinguish light. He blinked as he felt a presence, grinning brightly as another joined them. He felt a connection to him.

"I feel... You are another light. But different from mine. What are you?"

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#, as written by Rasteva
The smaller Gods were beginning to congregate, though the metal God could not say why. Another had joined them, this one had also taken on a flesh like form.

Quite odd really.

The armored figure's body creaked loudly as they made to get up, they had rested here for long enough. If they planned to introduce themselves to their kin fully it would have to be now. The birds perched on the God's horns warbled loudly as they were once again jostled but soon settled down. It had not taken long for the feathered creatures to grow used to what appeared to them a moving tree.Standing at their full height the metal God lumbered towards their kin.

Kin.....These beings looked nothing like them at all, but there was no mistaking what they were. Such power could not be contained within a lesser creature. Closing in on the other Gods, the armored behemoth loomed over them and regarded them silently for a moment. There seemed to be a discussion going on about each one's place in existence. They could hardly be blamed, a new existence brought on so suddenly would be confusing for anyone thought the metal God was pleased that they were beginning to work it out.

And suddenly there was a thought. What would become of them were they not able to find purpose? What then would become of them?

Shaking off the intrusive thought the armored figure straightened their posture before dipping in a slight bow. "Well met. I greet you warmly. It pleases me to know that I need not suffer this existence alone." The metal God eyed each individual somewhat critically. "There is great power here to be sure. But I sense an uncertainty along with it. Have you met with difficulty since coming into being?" A loud noise broke off the God's words and the birds settled on their horns shuffled nervously. The metal God rumbled lowly, their voice even. "Ah and so I see it,a shadow cast over this new world. As it should be."

How had they known such a thing? The armored figure was so CERTAIN of how things should be, but had no idea where such conviction came from. Only that it existed and so that it was right. And the longer they existed the more certain they became. Was this the truth of their own existence? An unwavering conviction in all things right or wrong? It had to be, they had certainly not felt anything else since they had fallen out of the sky mere hours ago. Setting aside thoughts of their own existence to examine later, the armored figure turned their attention back to the other Gods. They were being rude. "Apologies friends. I have not taken the time to introduce myself, have I?" The God tapped at their broad chest with a metal claw. "I am-"

They didn't even know their own name.

At least not in a way that could be comprehended by anyone but themselves. One of the birds perched on their horns let out a warbling cry. "Raa! Ra!" The metal God rumbled softly in agreement. "I am called Rasteva, and these are my companions. To meet you all pleases us greatly. We would know each of your names in turn. More pressing we would know what it is that causes you to be here at all. What purpose do you serve?"

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#, as written by claw
"But you are solid, different. The Earth and Fire are not abstract. They simply are." Yes, it seemed almost fitting that this be the truth of it. Yet still it left Alo with more questions that needed answers. just why were there differences in their being and if all were such was it that they alone were the only ones incapable of creating a form that looked as theirs did? Try as they might the closest imitation of these slim beings that Alo could muster was this very form, the thin figure composed of dancing flame. Was it that something was wrong with them when they had been born that prevented them from seeming as the others? But then... Even Kassius managed to maintain some aspect of the others around them yet also seemed comprised of their own aspect of the world. Perhaps it was that rather than that they were failings but rather because they governed the physical realm they were given bodies to match.

"Ah and so I see it,a shadow cast over this new world. As it should be." Alo had been so caught up in their self contained thoughts that they hadn't even noticed the world around them until a new voice spoke from behind them. Rather than turning to investigate their form simply inverted as it twisted around, the points of blue fire flickered out and reemerged on the back of their head as they looked at the large figure. It reminded them of their own form of stone, large and powerful and yet still different, they were not rough hewn but rather they shone in the light and.... Reflected the world back around them, for the first time Alo could actually see themselves, though it was greatly smugged and drawn they could see the orange light bouncing back at them. It was strangely surreal to be able to see at least some part of themselves almost caught in the body of another.

"What purpose do you serve?" Again Alo had allowed themselves to be distracted and caught up with their thoughts, allowing the real world to slip by their notice. It was strange, the others didn't seem to have such difficulties, perhaps it was through the fact that they possessed physical bodies rather than shifting forms of fire that they were able to keep themselves more easily focused in one single place and time. The thought brought a strange feeling to Alo... Sadness, the more of these strange creatures they met the more they began to feel alienated from their kind, each other them seemed to be so sure and confident in their forms and proud of them and yet Alo felt so distant, called to the ground beneath and the fire above and torn between the two extremes. Even this stranger, this Rasteva who seemed to hold a form unlike the others seemed entirely sure of their might and place in the world. They may not have a thin and frail form like the others yet they seemed not to need it, their power seemed great enough that they cared little either way what one would think of them.

"I am Alo." The God spoke as they stepped closer to the large being, watching the light of their fire dance across the larger being. "I am fire and I am the earth, bound to them as they shape me.... I am... I am different from some but not from others... It is strange, I can feel... Others like us and unlike us walking on my surface. We are not alone in this world, this band of us strange beings, there are others far far away and others lurking nearby. Some of them are like you all and others still are like Kassius and I... We are not like you, not entirely. No, we are a different kind of the same thing, you are... Aspects of whim, free to hold bodies of your choosing it seems whilst Kassius and I... We are fire and light and earth and strength and bound to them, we are Primals, locked in this physical world and subject to its whims even as we control it." Alo had been turning their head to look at the others as they spoke, though they forgot to turn their body along with the head, as they finished speaking they turned back to look at Rasteva.

Slowly the Gods attention shifted to the birds that perched upon the armoured beings shoulders, companions they had called them... It felt a homely word, a strange one and for such small creatures. Yet the more that Alo looked at the world around them and to these small and weak beings the more they felt alone, comprised of nothing but elements they were the outsider here and had nothing in this world like them, no living creature could all themselves proud of the fire, nothing existed that lived from the earth alone. No, Alo was alone. But they did not have to be, gently and cautiously they cupped their hands of fire together and pictured the birds, their feathers and their beaks, their wings and even their sounds and thought hard on them, willing and straining to create something even half as similar.

There was a sudden spark in between Alo's hands which as quick as it had arrived tore open in an explosion of light and fire that caused Alo's body to rip apart into a warbling ball that reformed a few paces back. This fire was like Alo but it wasn't Alo, it was controlled by another creature though they still felt connected to it. Their attempts to create something that seemed like the armoured beings companions had been both a failure and a success, rather than create a small and weak looking creature of black feathers they had formed a far larger bird, red and orange and yellow of plumage and wreathed in fire that did not harm it. This new creature was larger and prouder than the small black birds that perched upon Rasteva and would not be bound as they would. The bird was born flying and it lived flying, moving forwards almost as soon as the explosion of fire that had birthed it had dissipated it flew once then twice around the group before heading east, flying towards to unknown horizon, a trail of flame following in its wake as it let out a single piercing cry.

Alo looked after its creation amazed as it flew away, fixed to the spot as the realisation came slowly to it, though they could not truly grasp what it was to be a creature of flesh and blood they had still made one and though it had been a failure from what they originally wished to make it had been a creature that possessed and aspect of flame. They had made life and it bared their mark for all to see, a child of fire. With the dawning realisation Alo turned to look at the rest of the group. "Life... I created life... I do not have to be alone... I do not have to be different and alone forever.

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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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#, as written by claw
"What was that!? Did you *make* that?" Alo looked down at their shifting, incorporeal hands in slight confusion at the entire idea of creation. It didn't seem to make any sense but they had still managed to do it. A thought crossed through their mind that perhaps they able to make more things if they just thought on it hard enough, was this their purpose? To be the spark of life in a dark world? To bring creatures of wonderful fire into life? Or were they even bound to only mould fire alone, was the earth not their domain too? Could they perhaps warp the mighty earth into life as well if they wanted? Perhaps they should investigate this, after all if they could create beings in their image they would not be the outsider, they would be lord and master of so much wonder.

Slowly Alo's attention returned to real world and their head raised once more, blue eyes of fire flickering in certainty.
"I did... I saw the companions of Rasteva and I pictured them, thought of their entire being.... I wanted a companion of my own and yet I created something.... More... Something new. A child of fire... And a creature of eternal flame, one that shall never burn out even on it's death. Phoenix... The creature is a phoenix and shall forever burn... But if I could create something greater than the small, frail creatures just by trying to imitate them could I not create something all together new? Could we perhaps all possess this gift?"

Slowly though, Alo approached Akileia, one of the few to actually address them and manage to capture their attention away from the constant drifting morass that was their strange mind, scorching the earth every time they took a phantom step. "Tell me Akileia, you are a creature of... Form and substance, like those strange creatures that prance upon the surface of the earth. They fear the sight of me and flee feeling the fire... Can you not feel the warmth? Do I not blaze of nothing but the fire from which I control? I can't... I can't feel it... The warmth... Or the grass beneath... I don't... I don't understand... Why are all of you creatures of form and substance and I incorporeal? Was I crafted wrong? Am I wrong?"

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Akileia stood before the firey being awash with the heat that its body gave off. A lesser creature might have fled or at least backed away, but she wasn't afraid and the fire...it flowed and dance in such a mesmerizing way. She found herself wanting to write songs about it, wanting to dance with it.

She smiled at the god. "How could you be wrong? You are so beautiful!" She began to tap her toe on the ground, soft and rythmic.

"Living flame, Burning Burning!
Red and yellow always yearning!
Hungry for more, straight to the core
Don't you know you're perfect?
Powerful Earth Living Living!
Soil and dirt always giving!
Sturdy and fair, eager to share
Don't you know you're perfect?"

She began to stomp harder and lifted her instrument which shifted to become longer, with the strings attached to the wooden base. She pulled a long strand of grass from the ground and it hardened and split. She ran the new bow across the violin and it hummed. Then she played.