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Adarani

Goddess of Love, Healing, and Fertility

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a character in “The Pantheon”, as played by ZacharyTC

Description

God Name: Adarani
Creed: I shall bless all of you who take care of others with all your heart and mind, all of you who risk your lives for your fellow mortal, and most certainly everyone who remains loyal to their friends, family and spouses.
Title: Divine Matchmaker, Protectress of Love and Marriage, Bringer of the Harvest, Goddess of Healing
Gender: Female
Alignment: Neutral Good, leaning toward Lawful Good (though she can do evil things unintentionally)
God Appearance:
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Her figure is one that men often adore, slender and appealing. Adarani does not like showing off her smooth, tanned skin, though, which is why she will typically wear a light blue dress which covers her from the shoulder blades to the kneecaps. Her jewelry is nothinjg extravagant, just some blue, violet, white, and pink beads she made to go around her neck. In the night, her sapphire blue eyes glisten and sparkle, one of several factors to her innocent charm. The dark-blonde hair reaches neatly to her shoulders, without any fancy styles or the like. As for her height, it fluctuates from day to day. Her animal form is that of a bird, normally a dove, allowing her to fly to her destinations without drawing attention to herself.

Personality: Though Adarani speaks passionately about love and marriage, she, herself, has yet to marry someone and lose her virginity. If anyone were to ask her why, it would be because she is undecided as to who her match would be and is still searching. Until then, she will remain a virgin. She typically will help any mortal who is injured or ill become well again, despite what they may have done. It pains her whenever death is the only cure to a person's misery, as she would rather see someone live to meet their loved ones again. Pacifist by nature, Adarani will normally avoid combat whenever she can, not wanting to inflict harm on anyone. When speaking to mortals, she is rather open. Among immortals, however, her shyness can be observed due to the fact she is not used to interaction with one of her own kind.

Since the Battle of Sacrira, however, her innocence was lost (despite how innocent-looking she can appear) and she now faces an internal conflict on how she should use her martial arts skills in the future.


Opinion of mortals: Adarani cares deeply for mortals of all walks of life. Such indiscriminate compassion can be used against her, however. That aside, she sees more in men than simple-minded lust. In fact, many of her male followers are trained to resist such lust, and are quite successful at it. Adarani's disciples typically avoid combat whenever possible. Should they need to fight, however, they all know unarmed techniques, to some degree or another, which allow them to escape without causing any lethal harm (at least, that is the plan, but is not always the case). When an individual who follows her comes of age, he/she is taken to a local monastery or academy (whichever is nearest) to be trained in the art of healing. Those who complete such training can be found all over the world, curing ailments and remedying injuries without any regard to their own well-being. The Divine Matchmaker expects spouses to be loyal to each other in more ways than one. (Example given, when the wife is having trouble raising the couple's children, if any, on her own, the husband is expected to help and vice versa.)

God’s Domain: Adarani rests in Paradise to recharge her energy, yet does most of her work in the mortal plane. She can normally be found somewhere close to agricultural areas, or wherever ill or injured people are being tended to. Adarani wil also appear whenever she feels a certain pair of people should become a couple, thus she will make it all possible.

Portfolios Governed: Love, Healing, Fertility
Symbol(s): A Heart with a Tulip in Front

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Dormant for some time before becoming active after the Trial of Kreios, there is a spirit inside her named Loyalty. Her birth is explained like this: Before the Corrupter came along, the first two mortals were still growing used to their environment in the world. Their time together formed a bond which gave way to a relationship, then marriage, a family starting because of it. The love between the first two mortals eventually gave way to Loyalty. Once the world under the All-Father was destroyed, this spirit needed to find a worthy host, and found that in the Divine Seed of Adarani. All the innocence, the purity, it was all much like that of the first two mortals. From that point on, as she bound herself to the Goddess, Loyalty promised to be a guide to her, to help her in any way possible.

Essentially, wheareas Adarani is emotion, Loyalty is logic, and will be there to help bring her back to reality whenever she strays too far from logic. She is also handy for when the Goddess is in trouble, as they can switch places, altering their body's appearence a little (Loyalty has a bit more muscle tone and has a more serious demeanor about her than Adarani, sort of like the bit between Yugi and the Pharoah in the "Yu-Gi-Oh" anime) while a sword appears in the right hand. Like Adarani, Loyalty does not normally kill, though her methods are somewhat more bloody due to maiming with slashes and stabs. Switching places not only comes in handy for combat, but also for when Adarani quite literally cannot create something that is important for her disciples, such as self-defense weapons or other forms of equipment. Loyalty is even a great artist, capable of creating murals or statues in honor of mortals and immortals alike, a handy trade for when temples, monuments, or memorials are being built (those are where her skills in art are at their peak, since she cannot find inspiration for anything but honoring certain individuals).

So begins...

Adarani's Story

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A group of islands to the south of the mainland contained a massive variety of plant life. Open fields resided at the center of each island containing a rainforest, clean lakes dotting the that area, as well the rest of the island. The largest of these islands was where Adarani was born.

She awoke from beneath the lake at the center of the open field, naturally curious about her surroundings. The array of fish, eels, and other forms of underwater life fascinated her, yet she felt such company would not be suitable for her. She could talk to these creatures, yet they could not respond with words. In the end, it would only be lonely for Adarani. Not that she did not mind any creature of the lake staying by her side, they seemed to enjoy being around her. She just could not handle not having anyone around who could understand what she says to them. Thus, she swam up to the surface.

Once out of the water, she straightened her light blue dress as best she could, which is kind of difficult when clothing is soaking wet. It was then she noticed a parrot, literally starving to death. There was a tree next to it, which she imagined fruit being on. Surely enough, a mango appeared. Adarani reached her hand out to it, the mango falling perfectly into her hand. Smiling a little, she offered it to the starving parrot, which began to eat it. It began its attempts at flying after its belly was filled, yet could not do it. It was only when Adarani gently touched the wings that the poor bird flied.

She sat on the ground with her back to the tree so to ponder on what else she could do. Letting out a deep sigh, there was yet another question: where did she belong? Adarani pondered on this question for a while, which only led to more loneliness.

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Adarani remained seated next to the tree, saddened by the lack of company, thinking about where she belonged. Her train of thought was interupted when she heard a thud in front of her. She instantly ran over to the wounded figure and realized there was no face. This placed her in a sudden shock prior to noticing what the caused the pain: a sprained ankle.

"I... I'm going to fix that!"

"My lady..."

"You'll be fine, I promise! Just, try to relax!"

Adarani closed her eyes and began to summon her healing powers to mend the bones in the person's leg, reconnecting the ankle properly. As she did so, the faceless man said to her, "Many thanks, my lady! Now, to the matter at hand. I have a message for you, from my master, Acanthus."

The innocent young woman nodded in acknowledgment. "Mm-hmmm...?" She did not know how the man could talk without a face, yet this was not the best time to ask questions unless they honestly mattered.

The man got up and bowed to Adarani, which made her raise an eyebrow. Why is he doing that? What makes me so significant? Now that I think about it, why would he address me in the way he does? She thought she would get the answer to those quesion once the message was given.

Alas, instead of answers, the faceless man said, "He wishes to see you personally. Can you find your way to the great hall from here?"

Adarani nodded after a moment of thinking. "I'll try, at least." She noticed the man leaving, so she called out to him. "Wait! Where you are going?" To was no use, he was already gone. I never even got his name...

This was no time to bury herself in thoughts of the lack of company, though: If this Acanthus wants to see her, then maybe it would be worth the visit. With that in mind, she transformed into a dove and flew, using the trace of arcane energy to guide her. Her destination rested on a mountain, where a massive building rested. She transformed back to her actual body upon landing at athe entrance. The magnificence of the entire structure amazed her. Admiring would have to wait, though. Adarani did not want to keep Acanthus waiting. Hesitantly, she knocked the door three times.

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Sanguine chose its door and the door changed instantly. It grew what looked like bones and the color of the door changed to crimson. It was an interesting sight to behold, and odd because Acanthus’ door looked exactly as it had when he created the hallway. Even after the insides had changed the door had remained the same. “Perhaps that is because that’s just the way that I like it.” He chuckled to himself. Without even opening its door the red god seemed to know what was inside and it seemed to be delighted. When it did open the door, Acanthus heard strange noises coming from inside. Sanguine seemed pleased, however, so Acanthus was gladdened. Acanthus smiled. "Mathias," He said, "You should-"

He was interrupted by three knocks at the door outside. They were so light he was surprised that he heard them at all. “-Excuse me, my friend. You may choose a door at any time. I wonder who that might be…”

Acanthus walked into the main hall and was greeted by a large volume of water. He stood dripping wet before new guests. The Prachian was slowly dissolving and Acanthus shook his head. “You should know better than to enter this place foolish Prachian. It is too much for your kind to handle.” He waved his hand and sent it away from the hall. As it was sent he regenerated its form with a healing spell.

A new god stood before him. This one was also soaking wet, but it seemed to Acanthus that being in the open air was what was really new for this god. “Greetings brother.” Acanthus said. He clapped his hands and a large wind dried him off. “My name is Acanthus, welcome to Hléradr. Were you the one who knocked? Ah but of course not. You must have come,” Here he sniffed the air, “from the sea yes? And the Prachian transported you straight here. Maybe it was not as foolish as I had thought. At any rate…” He raised his hand and beckoned to the doors. They flew open and a young and beautiful goddess came into view.

She did not have the sharp and feminine beauty of Lyandra, instead this goddess was beautiful in a more innocent way. She seemed a very gentle heart indeed. “Ah, welcome sister. Please come in.”

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Adarani was startled by how the doors flew open, revealing an old man. "H-Hello?"

“Ah, welcome sister. Please come in.”

The young woman nodded. "T-Thank you, sir." As she walked inside, she spoke to him in a more relaxed manner. "Are you Acanthus? I was told by a faceless man to see you. He sprained his ankle, and I could not just stand by while he suffered through that injury, so I healed him. Who was he?"

As she explained how she became aware of Acanthus, she noticed the great hall with all its doors and chairs, even the table. It sparked her curiosity even more. Again, admiring would have to wait, since a good guest must be respectful and not wander off where there could be trouble. Besides, she desired to know why she was here, to begin with.

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Cold. That was the first thing the being felt as he stood in the great hall for he had never experienced the sensation. Within the Sea, he had never been cold for the water around him conformed to the temperature he preferred even in the darkest, coldest depths. Here, though, he felt the emptiness around him which he knew was not emptiness, but air, for the mammals within his domain routinely leaped over the surface of the Sea to breathe and even the cold-blooded creatures deep beneath the surface absorbed the air intermixed with the water to live. He himself had walked upon the surface of the Sea to watch his warm-blooded creatures leap in the air, but the vapor from his domain always surrounded him. Here, however, the space around him felt empty.

However, it was not empty. He beheld a place unlike anything he had yet seen in his life. I was like a cavern, but he knew that it was not. It looked like it was shaped by the will of another rather than water or wind. Forgetting his discomfort he marveled at the hall. There was a fire roaring in a hole in the wall with its smoke being funneled up tunnel above it with chairs around a large table that he knew was for discussion and socialization. There was an energy about the place, an energy that he recognized the source as the being before him. Instinctively, he knew that this being was kin to him, a being like that and upon recognizing that, he smiled slightly. He had found what he was looking for.

He inspected the man before him. He was older with silver hair gracing both his scalp and the front of his face, but the biggest difference between himself and the elder was that he was covered in some sort of material that seemed neither plant nor animal. Clothing, his mind told him. The Sea God inspected his body and, while he marveled at his own perfection, he felt it wasn't... proper to be bare. Thus, he willed himself to be covered in robes an ocean blue with silver trimmings in homage to his home. He glanced to see the old man open the door and smiled slightly at the sight of a new person. She was beautiful, but somehow soft. Like the light of the sun peering down through the very top of the sea.

"Greetings," he found himself saying and, deciding not to dwell on the sound of his own voice, turned his attention to the old man, "Who are you? What is this place? Who am I? What am I?"

Although his questions were short and respectful, it was clear that he expected them to be answered. He was important, he knew. He was Lord of the Sea. He was the sea. He filled it with life and beauty and ruled over it and yet, it seemed as though he was following a sort of plan. Was it this old man's, this Acanthus' plan? He wanted answers. He had so many questions and there seemed to be more out there than just the Sea. He didn't like being ignorant, he decided.

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Acanthus beckoned the young goddess in and shut the door behind her, cutting out the cold of the mountain. He nodded to the two gods, acknowledging their status. He beckoned for Mathias, wishing for him to greet these two as well. Sanguine seemed much too interested with its door to pay attention, but Acanthus beckoned for it as well. He felt that all his brothers and sisters should enjoy each other's company. In this sacred place at least.

"T-Thank you, sir." The beautiful goddess said, "Are you Acanthus? I was told by a faceless man to see you. He sprained his ankle, and I could not just stand by while he suffered through that injury, so I healed him. Who was he?"

Acanthus was amused by her shyness but he smiled and said a quiet “You are welcome child.” Then the wet One spoke. His voice sounded like rushing tides as he clothed himself with a blue robe.

“Greetings, Who are you? What is this place? Who am I? What am I?"

Acanthus, used to receiving such questions by this point, responded in kind, answering both of them. “As the Prachians who sent you here may have mentioned, I am Acanthus. I know not the name of the one you healed, I did not see it. The one that I just sent away was known as Yldrich. It is far too curious for its own good.”

“I am known as the Arch Sage, among other things. We are all gods. Divine seeds that have grown thanks to the care of our All Father, who may return one day. This place is simply my gift to my brethren. It is called Hléradr, a shelter and a home away from home for the gods.”

“As for who you are,” Acanthus chuckled, “How could I know? I am not all seeing nor all knowing, though I suppose the Father might be. What names do you call yourselves? That is far more important than whatever I might call you.”

Jute

Fire and brimstone surrounded a single statue in the Inferno. The statue began to melt in the amazing heat and over time a deity stepped forth. Shining like gold in this fiery place of gnashing teeth, Jute felt no pain from the hatred filled flames around her. She enjoyed the heat and lavished in the dark places of that realm.

When Dark God was taken away by the All Father, he left behind many dark children of greed and anger that were nothing more than thoughts and ideas embedded into the very earth. Countless ages had past and they were always growing and consuming. Always taking and learning. One was Jute, malice and hatred fell forth from her in a shroud, but she gathered it inside of her and made herself lovely and innocent. She was smart enough to know that her true self was repulsive.

She looked around at her home and was angry. It was not enough. So she built a city, a huge burning city of brass and filled it with many evil creatures of darkness and hatred. Then she sat in a large throne room and examined her creation. It was nice, but it lacked something. So she filled it with lamenting souls, damned from conception, and she had her beasts torture them in the worst possible ways imagined. Then she rebuilt their tattered remains and began again.

Eventually she grew bored of the repetitive nature of their screams. She could only make so much and her creations reflected herself too much. She wondered if there were others, and if they created. If so, she would torture their creations as well and even them. Her eyes shot upward. There was more to be had, more to be sought after. This place was not enough to satisfy her. She began contemplating her ascent.

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Cragin was pleased at this help. This boy seemed to be good by heart, not so much as Mathias, but a light hearted good. He was fatigued and his body ached with the cleansing of the forest, even with the help from the boy it had been a large feat. Troublesome. He looked down at the cage and then the passed out boy. He crouched placing a gentle hand on both. It took a moment, he wasn't quite sure if he could even transport several people at once. It was difficult, and required several moments and the entirety of his focus. Soon enough though they were all gone from the forest, his werewolves were tracking the corrupted creatures. Looking to exterminate any of their kin that had been turned to an abomination. They deserved far greater. They left in an explosion of green light and appeared in the hall of Hléradr. He appeared standing, holding the cage at his side grasped by one of the slits and held the boy gently by the neck in the other, he would walk forth setting the young God in a chair before turning to look at the others who had found their way here. He set his eyes upon Acanthus and came forth giving a small heave he would set the cage upon the ground, sliding over to the feet of the Wise one.

His voice was calm, and he would cross his arms despite the urge to rest, standing tall and with dedicated poise. "Hello, Acanthus, Mathias." He would look to the rest of the Gods there and be the slightest bit surprised at how many he did not know. He would nod to the rest of them, "Hello all." He would look at the cage, casting his accusing gaze upon it. "Sorry to interrupt, but I bring this brother here to stand before you all for judgment. The offenses against me and the All Father's wilds, and creatures. The damaging and distortion of our own creations. His wrongs to be righted."

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“I am known as the Arch Sage, among other things. We are all gods. Divine seeds that have grown thanks to the care of our All Father, who may return one day. This place is simply my gift to my brethren. It is called Hléradr, a shelter and a home away from home for the gods.”

The Sea god nodded, taking in the place. Hléradr. It felt foreign on his tongue, though it wasn't entirely unpleasant. This place was a refuge for himself and his kin, but under the rule of its creator, Acanthus. That felt right, he decided. He would defer to the Arch Sage in all matters pertaining to this place and give him the respect he is due. Already, he felt a certain right to his Realm. The other gods were welcome, but they were to treat him with the respect of a guest due to a host and he in turn would be generous to his kin when they visited him.

“As for who you are,” Acanthus chuckled, “How could I know? I am not all seeing nor all knowing, though I suppose the Father might be. What names do you call yourselves? That is far more important than whatever I might call you.”

He smiled slightly, marveling at the freedom he was given. He thought about what to call himself. He was the Sea. He was water. He was life. The life that emerged from the depths. He was...

"I am Ulmo," he announced and he could feel the Sea wash against the shore of all the lands of the world as he said so. His eyes widened at the sheer power of a god's name spoken for the first time. However, he scarcely had time to marvel at this when other gods arrived.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I bring this brother here to stand before you all for judgment. The offenses against me and the All Father's wilds, and creatures. The damaging and distortion of our own creations," a new god announced, bringing in toe a caged being that rubbed him the wrong way and a sleeping youth that seemed to him innocent. He could sense a kinship towards the god for he sensed their natures were similar. Seas of forests flashed through his mind, confirming in his mind their kinship.

"The distortion of that which isn't his is a grievous crime. Should he do so in my Realm, I would punish him myself," he announced as he stepped back to allow the proceedings to take place. And beside him was a new goddess, one who had just entered. She was beautiful and he felt but different with long blonde hair, horns, and wings. And he felt she had some authority in this matter, though he knew not how.

"What say you, milady?" he asked, "Should the criminal not pay back what he owes?"

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Nylia

As Nylia watched the trial she felt inclined to provide judgement. But she stayed quiet, she felt that it may not be her place to speak, as this was Acanthus' kingdom. Then, a God by the name of Ulmo spoke, he seemed powerful and hearing his name made her think of oceans strong and wide, she assumed he was the God of the sea.

"What say you, milady?" he asked, "Should the criminal not pay back what he owes?"

Nylia at first was unsure, but it seemed as though it was her calling to decide. Nylia was unsure of whether or not to say her true name, it was possible they could use that against her but there was no other way around it...she knew eventually she was going to have to say it, and maybe, that would bring her more clarification of who she was, for when others said their names she could tell what they were, so hopefully the same would go for her. "First, allow me to introduce myself. I am Nylia," she said, and when she said it she knew that at least one thing that she was a Goddess of was in fact revenge. "As for the matter at hand, I believe that the fact that this man distorted those defenseless creatures is uncalled for and simply beyond reason. Just because we are Gods does not mean that we can do whatever we please. These creations have souls, and we have no right to distort them without their permission or good reason. It's simply unjust," Nylia decreed. "As for your punishment, I would need to know both sides of the story. Why did you distort another Gods creations?" Nylia asked, she wanted to cover all the bases before reaching a sentence.

She still needed to know more about herself though, she had to speak to Acanthus before the day was done. She also hoped that Acanthus would have a way to bring sight to her unfinished creation that she was still clutching onto.

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Kreios started to regain consciousness, retaking his shape and heard others talking. “Why did you distort another God’s creation?” Was the first thing he heard that made sense then he remembered the forest, and looked around he saw the old man, echo, the armored guy and others he didn’t recognize. He passed through the bars and went to the old man “well I was in my forest playing toys and then echo came and we were playing because he sent me presents. I saw a new friend and went to say hi, then I was making a new toy then Echo broke one of my toys.” at this point he was crying and sniffing, and took out the two eggs and the shell of the third “and I guess that I got mad and maybe hurt echo, but but that doesn’t mean he was right destroying it.” As he looked around at the faces he had seen before he saw what he thought was regular their regular faces, but now he thought they weren’t happy with him. “Do you hate me do I not make you happy the others look at me with faces, that make me think they hate me, it’s just I can’t make any toys myself, I’m just able to make toys different”
Then a giant white crow flew in “Master, master your land the Wolfmen are killing everything, beside us crows nothings left anything not unchanged has been killed, the hydra is a snake and the Kreiochain is ripped apart, you must return”. Kreios collapsed too weak to move much, but the tears flowed and said “I’m too tired to help, let me rest and I’ll go and remake the toys” he passed out still crying.

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Mathias felt a swirl of new sensations as more gods rapidly awoken, it was almost too much for the young god to handle. Many of them had powers and capabilities that are wide and vast and this made him uncomfortable. He looked upon all of the newcomers analytically. He was unsure of the God of the Seas and the Goddess of Love but whoever they are or what they plan, Mathias will make mental notes of them for future reference. As of now many events are greatly disturbing him. First off he is feeling the same force that made the earth-shattering roar from earlier, is moving towards them..., ....Then he could sense the powers radiating from the skirmish between Cragin and Kreios. Finally, he sensed a dreadfully destructive force, who he sensed is nothing but fire and heat. It has the potential to burn all of the land and this power is something Mathias must keep track off. So many powerful gods each dangerous in their own right and Mathias must make his plans sooner rather than later. Mathias turned to Acanthus. "I...apologize but I must leave you all for the moment...," Mathias paused, "...I am going to make my room and I will be busy their for a while." Mathias then directed his full attention to Acanthus, "If I may so boldly ask, Will you visit my room as soon as possible?" "I must discuss my visions...I feel this is very important, for all of us." Mathias spoke with urgency in his voice.

Before Mathias could find his room Cragin appeared with Kreios in a cage and unconscious god. He placed the young god in a chair and brought forth Kreios making strong charges. For some reason Mathias lit up as if excited for this turn events. He became a bit hyped as he felt he should make an inference or a comment about this new situation, without thinking Mathias spoke up, "I see...yes I felt the battle from here." "It would seem that what you accuse him of sounds to be true." Mathias walked to the table and looked at Kreios in the cage. "If you mind Acanthus, I have been overcome with many an action to do in this particular situation." "If you mind I would like to take control of this procession." Mathias asked Acanthus obviously eager at this chance. "If you wish to take care of matters then by all means I accept." Mathias respectfully bowed at Acanthus to show his comfort with that decision. Still the look in Mathias' eyes was undeniable, he wished to prove himself here and now.

Mathias kept on looking back towards Cragin, and Acanthus, looking as if one of them will allow him to do what he wants to do. Mathias never felt this feeling before and hoped he would be allowed to pursue this new passion but it was only if they allowed it. If they didn't then Mathias will stand aside, maybe reluctantly but he will nevertheless. Mathias tried to calm himself in preparation for rejection, to spare him from to strong a feeling of disappointment. Mathias gave deep breaths as he stood there silently and proudly like a mountain, being as calm as possible. While his face may not give it away it was easy to tell Mathias wanted to judge Kreios. For reasons he can't explain he needs to do this.

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Acanthus

Ulmo, the name swept through Acanthus like the tides. He had thought this god came from the ocean, but Ulmo was the ocean incarnate. He felt tranquil beauty and yet massive strength and temper from the god. The power was like a rogue wave threatening to overturn him. He let it break upon him and stood silent for a second.

He looked at the ocean god. “It is a pleasure to meet you. Welcome.”

Then, Craigin appeared with a new god and Kreios in tow. Craigin asked for judgment because Kreios had distorted the wilds that Craigin was in charge of. He wanted Acanthus’ wisdom. Acanthus considered his request and though he was humbled greatly he decided to accept the offer.

However, before he could respond Ulmo asked the opinion of another newcomer. She introduced herself and Acanthus felt a new wave of power come over him.

Nylia, he could feel her then, a manipulating seductress with a penchant for taking revenge. He felt revulsion but then knew her sorrow. She longed for companionship but was seemingly unable to obtain it on her own. He was not extremely surprised, and though he felt that she may not be trusted, he still felt the bond of kinship with her.

She suggested retribution, of course. But Acanthus felt differently. “Greetings sister, thank you for your input. “

He listened to Kreios’ explanation, and though the god seemed unable to understand, Acanthus did.

“You seek justice. I am truly honored that you would ask me for my opinion and judgment, though I think you will not like it. You feel that you were wronged. How so? Are you not the god of change as well as the wild?”

He paused for a moment, “Has Kreios not simply changed your creations? He changed one of mine, but you do not see me attacking him because of it. Though I was saddened I did not seek revenge because he must do what he must. He cannot control his actions in that way. He must corrupt. He does not understand that he is harming your creations, but only fixing them to his own form of perfection.”
“In attacking and destroying his corruptions have you not then wronged Kreios? He was doing simply what he was made to do. Should he punish you for guarding the wilds or for causing the slight changes in nature that allow it to thrive? Should he punish you for destroying his altered creations?”
“You say no. Of course it is not wrong for you to do that. It is simply your revenge. But if you simply want revenge, why ask for judgment? Do you need someone to justify your anger? I will not, because I cannot see a fault in his actions.”

He looked around at the group gathered there and saw a large array of emotions.

“I am not finished.” He said calmly. “Obviously you two cannot exist together. Craigin, my wisdom for you, if you choose to accept it, is that you should give Kreios an area of his own that he might change it and corrupt it to his pleasure. Give him creations that you see unfit for yourself and allow him to play with them as he will. Show him the difference between gifts and your own possessions. He will leave the rest of your creations alone.”

Here he cast two spells of restore fatigue, one on the Kreios and one on the newcomer who had fainted. He waited for them to awaken. His expression was calm and contemplative. He wondered how those gathered would react to his judgment. He may yet have to change it if it would not make everyone happy. But it was more likely that no one would be happy due to the judgment. That, of course would be what made the judgment fair.

He watched as the door to Hléradr opened and a greatly wounded creature walked in. He watched as the newcomer was slowly rejuvenated by the warmth and regenerative nature of the hall. It was a goddess of embers.

She asked questions about Kreios and the hall itself. He chuckled at her direct nature. "Welcome, sister. I am sorry to have wounded you so, the cold gives me a crisp clarity in thought and it distracts unwary mortals from stumbling upon this place and perishing. I should have considered the needs of my brethren when building it, but alas I could not have known that you would be hurt by the trip."

He pointed to the god in the cage. "This is Kreios, you have walked in upon my very first trial. Please sit and relax for awhile while we finish matters. I have questions for all of the newcomers here, and a gift for everyone."

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Cragin wouldn't stir, only be quick to response. Acanthus in all his wisdom. A smile would seem to play along his face. "Ah, and this in your wisdom is mislead. It was wrong for him to do it outright, this "playing" with my creations is wrong, yes. Because the souls of those I hold dear should be in my hands alone, and not in his own paws. The All Father wished these wilds not harmed unnaturally, I believe there is a place for corruption and destruction and the pain he caused the beings he corrupted, the Inferno. I only wish to undo the suffering of my own creations, and to restore the wilds to the state they deserve. Change is my area of knowledge, without your's. I know it well and I see it everywhere, here and there, perhaps I understand it better. It should come with gentle ease and not in pain, in the way of things and not in the will of those who wish to hurt. For how is that fair?" Cragin would close his statement, noting Mathias' excitement.

He would cast his gaze upon the man, "Your input then, Mathias." He would look about the room. "And do know I don't wish for justification, because even the Wise one should know that I am not one so impressionable. But with an open mind I wish for guidance on how to go about this. Not whether I should or not." His gaze would fall back upon Acanthus and he would give a slight nod. As if to try and let the man know he honored and accepted his words as an opinion. But not the law of this trial for all of his kin should have and would have say in the matter. As it should be.

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Mathias heard Cragin wishing to hear his input. Mathias would jump at the chance but now that sentencing is over, he felt no desire to continue this matter. Still Mathias did have words to say and while they may not be over Acanthus changing his mind he will present what he believes should be done next time. "Well...there is so much to say...I, I feel that more can be done, that should be done..." Mathias paused collecting his thoughts, "What just occurred here...I know there is so much more to it." "What transpired here has many more layers to it." "There is so much more actions, procedures, tactics, regulations, rules!" Mathias spoke excitedly with everyone. "This is just the surface, there is more than just presenting a felon and giving him a quick judgement...no there is more delegations...more presentations!" Mathias began to pace about as if being overwhelmed with emotions. "I know that there is more than can be done and should be done...I believe we should have more to delegate, more evidence, testimonies, many, many things!" Mathias took a short breath and looked around.

"As for now...I'm afraid we must agree with Acanthus' judgement." "He has spoken his final word on the matter and Kreios should be allowed to walk freely." Mathias spoke being frank with everybody who disagrees. "We may not like the decisions made, but they are made and therefor they are law." "Kreios has been cleared of his charges...for now." Mathias ominously added. "You see Kreios is now allowed to move freely but...if anything like this should happen again, then Kreios will be brought forth once again, if and only if he is the perpetrator." "If he is alleged to do such things, then he must be placed on trial to determine whether he is rightfully or wrongfully accused." Mathias spoke with much care in his words. "I hope everyone understands this." "We should have more gods participate in these trials and tribulations." "Whenever occurrence like this begins once again we must bring the accused to a place of judgement." "Their he and the accuser shall present themselves in an orderly fashion and discuss the crime committed, evidence to show whether or not this is true, and delegations to decided what judgement should be placed on the accused." "Guilty...or Not Guilty." "Then and only then, will the leader of the procession bring forth the final sentencing to end the trial." "This will either absolve the accused or punish the accused." Mathias spoke firmly as he finished his thoughts. Mathias looked at everyone as he bowed to them.

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Ulmo observed the trial with interest and with a little surprise as Kreios awoke and cried almost like... a child. Yes. The god was a child without understanding of his actions or of the feelings of the very creatures he changed. And yet, he heard the earnestness and distress within the Crows that flew within this realm, risking death and the anger of the gods for his impertinence, all for the sake of their creatures. He contemplated Acanthus' judgement. He seemed fair and would defer to his judgment.

"My apologies Acanthus but that judgement has its faults. Why is it that any creation we see to be unfit is sent to Kreios?" Nylia asked feeling sorrow for the poor creatures. "Our creations have emotions and feel pain, how can we, as their Gods subject them to such torture? If Kreios wants to corrupt, he should corrupt inanimate objects, that can't feel pain. How can you call yourself a God of Wisdom if you can't understand the feelings of the creations you choose to discard?"

Ulmo frowned slightly. She made a good point, one that he had already known at the back of his mind. It was as he was pondering this when Nylia did something surprising. She appealed for his input, placing one hand on his chest as the other wrapped around his back. It was a strange, but not unpleasant warmth that seemed to spread through her touch, like geysers of hot water that could be found on the ocean floor, providing heat and life in the otherwise cold depths. As he pondered this, Mathias spoke and he found that he made a kind of sense as well. The trial was altogether too quick.

"I feel that Nylia and Cragin both have a point. The creatures should not be subjected to unwelcome pain and change because the gods deem them undesirable," he found himself saying, his hand drifting to grip the goddess' on his chest. Nonetheless, he felt his mind sir like a whirlpool at the end of his sentence. That wasn't right either. Kreios had a role too. He found himself looking at the goddess apologetically before continuing, "Change should be according to the will of our creations. Kreios should be able to change our creations, but only with their permission. The All-Father has... given each of us from us, the gods, to our smallest creatures a free will. We should be mindful of that."

He turned to Cragin, "Your anger is just. Kreios should not have changed your creations based solely on his whims. But you are sending your creations to hunt their former brothers for being different. I feel that is unjust. They should be treated as innocent unless they have committed a crime other than simply existing. And they should have a choice to stay the way they are or be changed back."

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Cragin would watch, Mathias. Disappointment clear on his features as the man hesitantly allowed his opinion made for him. He would look about then at the man who smelled..Like salt and faintly like..like fish, and the growth of the ocean. Ah and again, someone seemed to try and think for him, this bothered him. "My guardians have but one purpose in this world, thus far. To protect the wilds, and the pain that comes with being corrupted and changed to stray from that path. The psychological catastrophe of it, they're warriors that would sooner die. You may ask how I know?" Cragin would stand a moment looking down at Kreios then getting a vague sense of destruction somewhere far off, he would unbind his hands to slide them gently together and crack them sickeningly at the knuckles. He would lock eyes with the man noting a distortion of his thought process, his eyes travelling further down to the Goddess that had spoken out with the Wisest words he had heard throughout the whole trial. Reason. "I understand them, feel what they feel, hear what they hear, see what they see. And so who are you, then? To tell me that wishing to undo the wrong and end the suffering of my werewolves is something I shouldn't do?" His voice would be calm and somewhere in the pits of it, would lie a wicked undertone. It would be a way of asking the man's name, because to propose a solution, he felt he should know a name.

"I value your opinions, whether I think them reasonable or not. And so I will be fine with Kreios leaving, so long as he knows I won't allow it again." Cragin would crouch extending a hand to Kreios, a friendly gesture to offer to help him to his feet. He felt to weep at the feet of your peers was something to be ashamed of and perhaps he would help save the God from such shame. "Extending to him land and 'gifts' would be over my nonexistence. I won't allow the Middle Realm to suffer so easily."

And for the first time he would notice a fiery woman in all of her splendor, beautiful in her flickering light. He was suprised not to have noticed her before. His gaze would play along her features a moment before returning to the task at hand.

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#, as written by Drogyn
Darkness. Panic and fear. Where is the light? ...where is the light?

Deeper darkness, and all thought is gone.

...

Warmth, sudden rejuvenation. He could think again, he was becoming more aware, coming back to the world of the conscious.

"This is Kreios..." a sudden shock went through his mind. The name had power, it had a feeling, a feeling of corruption, of things changed to evil. He knew in an instant that it was the name of the creature from before.

"The All Father..." a stronger jolt. He knew that name, somehow in the depths of his mind, he instinctually knew this name and what it represented. Then he heard the voice. His eyes snapped open as his head lifted slightly off the table, his eyes moving to the source of it.

"Why is it that any creation we see to be unfit is sent to Kreios?" her! His eyes widened, for she shone like the sun. So beautiful was she that she had to be right, if the rest of them were disagreeing, he'd have to force them to agree, and-

SMACK! He let out a light groan after slamming his head back down onto the table. His head hurt, but his mind was clear now. Something about the way she spoke, it had clouded his mind, made him think in an odd way. When she spoke again, her voice was still pleasing to the ear, but he was more aware now, and her voice didn't have the same effect that it did before. Regardless of the effect, he found himself agreeing with her. Ulmo, the name made him think of water, a plain of it. 'The sea!' he realized, 'It's called the sea.' Then a new voice, one that somehow sounded of order. It said a name as well, Acanthus. A feeling of age spread over him, of wisdom brought together through ages uncounted, wisdom unobscured by emotion or anger. And a deep power, one that reached back to the dawn of time. Yet another voice, one he somehow knew belonged to Ulmo. And he agreed with him.

He recognized this voice! It was the voice of the one from the forest. His kin! He had realized by now that they were judging Kreios, and figured he had better say his part. So he stood up from the chair he had been put in. How he got to where he was a question that could be asked later. As he got up, his markings and wings reignited, the room brightening with the new light. He laid a hand on the table to steady himself, he'd have to remember to be careful in the future, using up so much power obviously wasn't something easy to recover from. He looked to the various beings assembled before him, all of them varying so widely that he could barely believe they were kin, yet he could feel deep down that it was true.

"Kreios didn't mean to do anything bad, and one should not be punished for something they don't know they did. But the kind of pain he's caused can't just be forgotten. If he could change it would be different, but when I heard his name, I knew, it's in his nature. He'll continue to cause pain if we don't do something about him. I agree with Ulmo, he should be only allowed to change that which wishes to be changed."

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Mathias stood there in silent contemplation. He could tell the disappointment, outrage, and disapproval in each of their words and faces. Mathias too felt that Acanthus was indeed wrong but it isn't for him to say that he must change his mind. Sure, Mathias could speak on behalf of everyone and also tell Acanthus has faults in his words, but he can't just erase what has been said. Who is he to assume such power and make everything Acanthus spoke of as complete nonsense. It didn't seem right. Even though it didn't seem right to disregard others opinions for they believe more should be done. This trial is too short. So much more had to have been done before so readily sentencing Kreios. They continue to speak out and of course they feel that this isn't over but it is. Mathias continued to think that something must be done for if this were to happen again. If someone made a sentencing and it didn't seem all that just or correct, then a higher group of analysis and judges would review an, appeal, to decide whether the decision stands or is reversed.

Then it dons on Mathias, his visions, it means to create this higher court in a higher land...Paradise. Mathias must reach Paradise in order to create the court for which reviews and gives a judgement on a decision itself. Yet, how does one arrive at Paradise? Mathias must ask Acanthus on this matter, hopefully he could tell him how to reach it. As of now, this isn't the best time. There is a flood of opposition to Acanthus' judgement that he must answer, Mathias cannot just barge in and request that Acanthus speak to him alone. Besides Mathias is curious to see what he will say. He wonders if he will stick by his original decision or will he change it?

The other gods present made very intelligent and thoughtful input, many of which Mathias wishes was spoken before Acanthus made a decision. Yet, Mathias will not discard these words, they still hold value. If Acanthus decides to restart the trial, then Mathias should judge the decision. Decide whether or not it should be affirmed or reversed. Right now it's up to Acanthus to make a new decision, Mathias will stay silent until he hears otherwise. He does grow anxious as he clings to what could be considered a futile effort. Yet, Mathias understands Acanthus some what. With the amount of disagreement and anger, it could pain Acanthus to see his kin so upset with him. He might allow the trial to resume just to appeal to everyone. That or he will not, standing strong and confident in his words, believing what he said is right. It could happen that Acanthus will have pride in his ruling, but that has yet to be seen.

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Adarani took a moment for the knowledge to sink in. So... we are Gods and Goddeses? She was about to say her name when a trial began. All she did was remain silent. So many different personalities, so many opinions. As everyone said their piece, the young goddess pondered over all the convictions.

Once she had the opportunity, she said, "I say Mathias has a point. We should at least have some way of getting all the facts before doing anything about the accused. As for what Ulmo said, I agree with him, also." As she spoke, she kept her distance asdue to her shy nature around immortals. "Oh! I almost forgot! My name is Adarani!"

As she said her name, she felt her own aura swelling inside her. It was at that moment she realized her calling. Adarani is the embodiment of love in all its forms, being for friends, family, romantic interests, even for strangers. Not only that, but her duty is one of fertility, in addition to healing. In her, hope for mortals to live lives without sorrow or torture is seen. When she opened her eyes, she looked around to see the others, backing up whenever they got closer.

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Cragin would tire as he helped Kreios to his feet giving the God a warm smile, though it would appear wicked by nature. His kin and the display of tears had enlightened him. The God had meant nothing by it, it was in his nature, yes. But he deserved to be righted and told his wrongs. It appeared that perhaps this display would teach him and the situation his punishment and eradication. He looked up noticing Adarani for the first time, her shy nature had kept her back from the trial for the longest time, and her innocent beauty conflicted that of the raw appeal of the Goddess mere feet away. It reminded him of the forests and then brought him back to the corruption of it. "Enough, everyone. My resolve is this," His voice would be assertive, just enough to make his usually silent nature uncomfortable, but enough to break the tension. "Kreios you've done wrong, I demand your respect in this." His voice would hold a hint of care and repeal. "If you wish for an area to corrupt I ask that you see me personally, and because you are my brother, I will give it to you willingly and without opposition." It pained his chest to think of handing it over for the hurt of the world, but in a way Acanthus had shone wisdom, while he didn't know change in this sense, change would have to occur. Even if it meant the disappointment of the All Father. He had his own will now, correct? Correct.

"I expect you not to corrupt my creatures, you will never get such permissions from me. In doing so you would openly declare war on me." His gaze would darken and he would look around at everyone. "Thank you all, for your opinions and input. Your help in this matter." He would be silent a moment and in his own calm madness, overwhelmed with thoughts as his guardians pleaded for his interjection at the sight of some of his kin wreaking havoc the branch would appear in his fingers, he twirled it medially, the familiar motion bringing him comfort. "Kreios can go without my disapproval." He would then have to will himself from falling back into a chair, standing tall though exhausted at the sudden demand for restraint and need of level headed thinking.

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Kreios woke up a little all the voice talking to him didn’t make sense. he heard his name, the world corrupting, and something about judging. Then echo tried to help him up and after Kreios was standing Echo started to talk to him, but Kreios wasn’t listening he put his hands over his ears, and said “la la la la la la la la, not listening to mean echo, echo break all of Kreios toys” and ran over to the some of the new pretty ladies, he looked at the glowing one she felt really warm, then he saw the younger one she had some kind of glow and went up to her and said “your pretty”, but his attention span was short so he went to the last of the pretty ladies “you you’re like me, and echo, and Trelàs” and gave her a quick hug. He then ran to the god looking at the door, “your door is nice I’m Kreios who are you?”. But he didn’t stay long enough to hear an answer, because he ran to the blue man “you have long hair and you smell weird. Then he saw outside there was white stuff on ground “come on crow let’s see what that stuff is and ran outside to play” but before he left he looked at all the gods and made a face at them and said “your all mean, no one seemed to like me, you all give me mean looks I’m gonna go find more toys and make me some more toys. Old man can I have another Kreiochain?” and then started to play in the snow.

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Acanthus listened intently to all of the arguments pressed before him. He had known his judgement would fall on angry ears but he had felt that that was needed to be said. He listened and watched all of his kin conversing, taking in every argument, every word. Mathias felt that he was the final word, Acanthus knew that true wisdom was in being able to change your mind. Ulmo and Nylia felt that he should do more for both sides, Ulmo wanted to give the mortals a choice, Nylia wanted Kreios to be punished more. Acanthus considered for a longer time then the others felt necessary. Craigin began to wrap up the trial and he gave his peace to Kreios. Kreios began to leave and asked for more toys, but Acanthus raised his hand for silence.

"I agree with all that has been said. I rescind my judgement. I will put forth a new one, If that will be allowed. " He looked at Mathias, then back at the crowd, "Given more information I see now that it was wrong to ask so much of Craigin and so little of Kreios." He stood, his bent back creaking as he put his weight on his staff. "We shall send Kreios to a place where he can corrupt to his heart's content. Where he may have every toy he needs because mortals willingly send themselves there. Let us send him to the Lower Realm. He shall go to the Inferno where his play will serve as punishment to evil or unrepentant mortals. Is that judgment more fair? Perhaps there is even more that we do not know. But Kreios will not change or heed our orders. He must be moved by force."

Acanthus stamped his staff upon the ground. "That is my final judgement."

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Cragin in his silent disapproval of Kreios running without so much as acknowledging that he had spoken was taken aback and impressed by Acanthus' sudden change of heart. The ingenuity and wisdom he expected from this older brother now apparent. He would look about and then to Acanthus in the eye giving a slight nod of approval, feeling to tired to speak.

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Genocide made his way up the side of the mountain, wrapped tightly in his newest prize as the warmth from the blood he had spilled so readily fought off the bitterness of the frigged air around him and marched onward with his head held high. The land was inhospitably cold as air stung viciously at his lungs while the harsh wind tried without hesitation to find any gap in the cloth and steel wrapped around him. Genocide was impressed. This so-called Sage God appeared to be true to his name. If the morals he had run into him were any indicator of their fragility, then not a single one would be able to survive such a harsh trek to this hallowed hall. Another gust of wind futilely slammed against his cloak as a grand hall appeared before him through the flurry of white. He felt a great abundance of power, wisdom and cunning as he approached the door. Was this Sage God's construction truly that grand? No, no. The dark skinned whelp he had sent out was searching for his kin, inviting them to this point. A gathering had already begun. This could be quite a spectacle.

Without so much as a knock, Genocide shoved the door open roughly and stepped into the bath of light and warmth waiting for him inside. Still wrapped fully by his cloak, he let the door shut behind him as he looked left and right as his eyes grew use to the light. He was met with quite the sight as he saw no less than half a dozen gods gathered together. A hooded man adorned in forest green speaking to a mad old thing that smelled of dirt and disease. An armor clad knight who reeked with self righteousness as well as a young man with bright wings and blue hair that had the look of a fool on his face. A strange creature of crimson flesh who seemed lost in her own happiness. A lady made of fire and steel as well as a man with chiseled features as bright eyes who had clung to his chest a voluptuous woman with light hair and a smile full of lies. His attention was pulled towards a small figure who stood with the rest of the other deities as his eyes saw the young, gentle beauty of the blue clad girl with the soft eyes and simple smile. Unlike the other woman, she seemed to radiate innocence and good intentions unlike the dark look he caught in the other women's eye. He had to pry his eyes from her to see the old man who stood in the center of them all. The only face he'd seen before now. The old god of wisdom.

Genocide stepped forward as he extended one metal clad hand hand from the folds of his cloak, being careful not to expose himself fully to these strangers, and spoke to the wise god as he waved his hand at the walls of the great hall. "This is quiet a magnificent dwelling you have here, old one," he said in his steely rough voice, trying to sound as warm as possible as he stepped towards the group. "Strong walls. Comfortable decor. Plenty of space." He gripped the hand he held extended into a tight fist as he stared down at the bearded one. "A strategic location only the strong can reach with plenty of space to hold the trophies of the fallen." He pulled his hand within the folds of his cloak again as he stopped mere steps from the crowd of deities. "It would make a fine home... were it not so..." He scanned the group over with his sharp eyes before letting out a dark chuckle. "Crowded."

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Mathias heard Acanthus alter his judgement as a new sentencing was brought forth. This new judgement showed greater wisdom than the first. While it still gives Kreios an odd sense of reward it also punishes him as well. Sure we are allowing him to continue to corrupt and cause trouble but they are sending him to a place where it is allowed. A place where others are not forced against their will to be corrupted but their will chose them to be corrupted. It certainly was an intelligent decision. Mathias sees why he looks up to Acanthus, he truly does his best to make right. That is all anyone could ask he supposes. The problem still exists though, they have to deal with Kreios. He wasn't sure how Kreios would take to being force to the Lower Realm. Most likely he will not like it and may in fact resist. If he does there are many of us and not even he could take on such a sizable portion of gods.

Upon reviewing Acanthus' words this is why he must make this higher court. For times when previous decisions are challenged they can be submitted for review to create the final say. Once the choice is made it can no longer be challenged. Another subject matter Mathias thought upon was Crime and Punishment. Kreios has committed crime and now we are giving out punishment. Mathias felt there could be confusion with this matter. One shouldn't just punish someone if the crime does not justify the punishment. The punishment must be made to fit the severity of the crime committed before sentencing is given. There should be a list of many possible crimes, their severity, and the types of punishment suitable for each severity level. Also it should be noted the restrictions on punishment. A punishment must be only used for the severity given and the punishment must also be fair. Anything cruel or unusual for the sentencing of a specific crime shouldn't be tolerated.

Mathias was very deep in thought over law systems. Ever since this whole trial began Mathias has been more lost in thought than anything else. Not really paying attention to the accused, accuser, judge, jury, and spectators. This whole situation opened up a new realm within Mathias and he was all but lost in it. Mathias felt his place to continue this practice and continue it he shall. It must be what he was placed in this world to do. To create laws, enforce laws, and interpret laws. Mathias was very eager to do this and decided the best place was the room that Acanthus had offered him. While bits and pieces of his visions are still unclear he has understand the majority of it. He must create courts for this reason when crime challenges law. But first he must record his thoughts and write actual Law instead of just thinking it up.

He was pulled from his daze when another god entered Hléradr. It was the one he has been sensing for a while now. When he appeared he could sense bloodlust and violence within the god. He certainly is brimming with frightful power and this made Mathias very uneasy. This time however Mathias is not going to repeat his mistake as with Trelàs. No, just because they have the capacity to do wrong, he shouldn't make brash actions until they have committed a crime. Mathias still couldn't help but shoot a glare, warning him that he is watching.

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'I have to have a name.' his thoughts had wandered off in a random direction. Despite being rather random, he felt it was an important thing to know, which he didn't. But as he thought about it, and about all that had happened, all that he had done, slowly a word began to form in his mind. But he was distracted by a voice.

"I say Mathias has a point. We should at least have some way of getting all the facts before doing anything about the accused. As for what Ulmo said, I agree with him, also." he turned to look at her and felt himself blushing. She was beautiful, yet somehow in a less, aggressive way than that of the woman clinging to Ulmo. "Oh! I almost forgot! My name is Adarani!" he realized why then. Her name spoke volumes about innocence and love, though he still didn't quite understand how he could understand someone so completely just by hearing their name, but he knew he could trust his instincts on these matters. She looked shy and rather overwhelmed by all that was happening. He was considering going to talk to her, when Acanthus made a new decision. He didn't completely agree, but something needed to be done. He was thinking about it when suddenly the door to this place opened up.

Then something came through, clad in metal and reeking of blood, and he was gripped by some strange anger. The thing looked him over, and it's gaze, so dismissive, so superior, made him even angrier. He started to glare at the thing as his hands gripped into fists. When it's gaze settled on Adarani, he instinctively stepped in front of her. Insolence pouring from the glare on his face. Then it spoke to Acanthus.


"It would make a fine home... were it not so..." it scanned the group over with it's eyes before letting out a dark chuckle. "Crowded." He reached out with his right arm, and light extended from the markings in the armor. Coalescing in a long blade of pure light. He leveled the tip of the blade at the being.

"Well then I suppose you leave shouldn't you?" he said a low voice.

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Ulmo regarded Acanthus' new judgment approvingly. It seemed right full of the wisdom that was Acanthus' domain. Inferno. The name almost burned upon his lips. It was a place of unquenchable fire and torment in which no Good could dwell, but only the Evil, trapped in their self-imposed torment with no pleasure save for that dark pleasure of another's suffering. Yet, even now he knew that it served a purpose and one day, he too may be forced to send others to that place of eternal torment. A new feeling surfaced upon his heart, a feeling of regret that was at once bitter and yet sweet for its sadness, like a cold spring rain. His thoughts were disturbed, however, by Nylia's words.

"It is a small thing, milady," he told her, pleased by her closeness. Nylia. He wasn't fooled by her demeanor. In her name and aura, he recognized a fierce being who would stop at nothing to punish the wicked for the crimes which they committed against the innocent. She stood for manipulation and seduction, both which he recognized as used against him, but for what she saw was the greater good. She wasn't good, but she wasn't evil either. There was a sadness in her which he could not place.

He could not dwell on the goddess that held his attention for a full minute, however, as another being entered. Where Kreios radiated child-like mischief which invoked pity within the Sea God, this god made blood pulse through his veins at great speeds and gave Ulmo the urge to lash out with a tsunami directed against him. He looked similar to the god, Matthias and yet, it seemed to him that the two couldn't be more different. Where Matthias emitted a feeling of stability and the urge to build, though the trial and Nylia had kept his attention elsewhere, this god made Ulmo think of war and destruction, though he had not yet pondered those concepts.

"You are bold to enter another man's Hall and find fault, stranger. Reveal your name and nature," Ulmo demanded in a voice like clouds darkening over the Sea, flashing with lightning as the waves beneath crashed restlessly against each other. Even so, he felt something missing. He should be holding something long like Matthias' spear but different, unique to him alone.

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The branch would stop with sudden solidity of Cragin's grasp and he would point it at the rude God that was so boisterous in his entrance and opinions, Cragin's eyes would flash with a calm anger. He was suddenly rushed with overwhelming adrenaline, making the fatigue of thinking fade and he would stand now with renewed vigor.
"You." The one word would be a knife to the realization that Kreios' trial was over. A low growl could be heard in the shadow of the words spoken, from beneath the hood. His whole body was deceivingly still and relaxed, his legs planted apart and yet his body not so stationary, ready to leap or dodge, roll or dodge anything and everything. Years of combat could show suddenly in the knocks of the wood-like metals of his body from years upon years of mindless combat. The pale green glow of it all showing through the cracks and tears.

"My guardians have shown me, and your offenses are more horrid than any done by the ignorant God out there in the snow." Cragin would give a small, empty laugh, pain clear in his gaze as his body shook slightly, though his voice never left the eerie calmness. "You have caused unreasonable pain, and scarred this realm beyond repair. And for that I will see to it, that you pay." It would be not a threat, but a promise to the God who could only be described as pitiful in his nature. His overwhelming arrogance pathetic. Against every emotion, Cragin felt sorry for the man, but that didn't keep him from wanting his wrongs confronted.

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A new god entered the Hall and Acanthus felt fear for the first time. This one was not a god of idle mischief, it was violence and anger and it had walked into the Hall looking for him.

He stood as several of the others brandished their weapons. He knew that a fight would do nothing save for rend the world to shreds. This was a god not to be trifled with. If they were going to fight it would have to be in a safer place. This god brought danger and chaos with him. "Do not quarrel in this place brethren." He looked at the large god wearing armor that seemed to move with its flesh as if they were one. He gathered his strength and looked calmly at the warmonger before him "You came looking for me, newcomer. What is it that you want?"

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Wandering

Since his arrival at the mountain, Miurcrost had learned a great many things. He'd learned that Craft was an enjoyable trade. He'd learned that high altitudes tend to be cold. He'd also learned that his staff allowed him to soar above the earth, free of the bonds of gravity.
It would seem as though his staff truly WOULD never cease to amaze him. There was a short gap of hilly grasslands with sparse forest between the green mountains and the grey mist. With his godly vision, he spotted a small clearing about 3 hours' time from him, near the border of the mists.
He thought this would be a good spot to rest, and possibly to see what else he could conjure with his staff. As he was pondering this, he saw a dark figure appear on the ground below. It was entirely featureless and unremarkable, save for the fact that it was shaped like him.
Out of curiosity, he lowered himself to the ground to inspect the figure. He landed before it, and the figure addressed him.
Greetings. I am known as a Prachian, and I come bearing a message from-
"My my, aren't ye an interesting thing? Ye ain't got a bump nor speck of feature upon your whole body! And why d'ye look black as the stormy sky? Yer' an odd thing, ye are."
My apologies if my appearance offends you, but there is something I mus tell y-
"And so THIN ye be. Surely ye must be starvin'. I'll conjure ye somethin' to eat."
That's not necessary, sir. I don't require sustenance of that variety, but my master really does have some important business he needs to di-
"Say, might I ask what ye be doin' out here in the wilds of the world? 'S kinda odd that I'd run into ye in such a large place."
I'd be entirely capable -willing, even- to explain my presence if you'd allow me to finish speaking, si-
"Ach, why didn't ye say so! Go on then, spit it out!"
The figure gives an exasperated sigh, and continues.
My master, and your fellow god, requests your presence within the halls of Hléradr, so that he might acquaint himself with you and teach you what you need to know.
"Sounds... enlightening. So, could ye tell me of this place, Helayerader? What does it look like?"
The strange being called Prachian then gave Miurcrost as detailed a depiction of the main hall of Hléradr as it could muster, from the magnificent tapestries that hung along the walls, to the roaring fire that burned at the end of a great feasting table, and of the mighty oaken doors that guarded the place from those not worthy to enter.
When he was confident that he could accurately picture the hall in all its' magnificence and glory, he retrieved his compass, and announced with great enthusiasm:
"Well, I ought to get going!"
At that instant, he opened a portal at his feet, and could feel the ground give out beneath him as he fell into the great hall. It was only once he was in the great hall that he realized the ceiling was a great deal higher than he'd envisioned.
He then proceeded to plummet through the air, flailing like a madman, and failing to notice the crowd and the commotion occurring beneath him.
And with that, he hit the ground with a mighty, though painful and ungraceful, thud. Right in the center of the rather uncomfortably silent stalemate.
A moment later, his hat -which he'd lost earlier in midair- came floating gently down, coming to rest on his nearly-shattered back.

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Kreios having fun in the snow when the armored stranger, walked past him this man had something that called to him. Kreios followed him and saw that the others were being mean to him; he took the form of armored stranger, and heard the stranger say about fighting, Kreios wondered if that was a new game. He yelled “STOP BEING MEAN, YOU’RE ALL BEING MEAN, YOU KILLED MY TOYS, LOOK AT NEW FRIEND HE KILLED YOUR TOYS, YOU CAN’T BE MAD. IF NONE OF YOU BE MY FRIEND AND NONE OF YOU BE HIS FRIEND, I BE HIS FRIEND AND I HELP HIM WITH THIS FIGHTING GAME.” Then he saw the man fell out of the sky and land in the middle of the room Kreios ran over transforming his face back. “Hello I’m Kreios who are you, everybody’s being mean right now but if you want to play I good.”

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Foteea held herself in her recently renewed warmth as the old god answered her questions and made his suggestion. Turning towards Acanthus, she retorted, "Yes, well, if the intention was to keep things away, I believe you succeeded. Nothing warm would come to this place of their own free will."

Almost before the words had left her mouth, the room rose into an uproar from whatever had been said before she began paying attention. As the opinions of each individual god were shared, the goddess remained where she was, slowly gaining some understand of the matter at hand. The crying god had a habit of changing things, and by the sound of it, rather violently so. The other gods were coming up with was a way to come to a compromise and one was explaining how to make whatever they were doing more efficient. She looked at each god in turn, a hooded god that seemed to glow with a green energy, the goddess in white, sorrow and redemption whisping away from her, the armored god that radiated power and authority, moisture seemed to roll away from a god in blue, a young goddess seemed to have a shimmering aura of innocence and love, a god with blue hair shined with a bright light, and, finally, the weeping god seemed to emit a dark green cloud. She remained quiet during the proceedings, however, as she didn't feel like it was her place to interrupt a second time, and just as well, as a decision was made swiftly. After the sound of the staff striking the floor seemed to fade, and the weeping god, Kreios, was helped up by the hooded god, Cragin, the goddess joked, "Well, that was an interesting thing to have stumbled into."

As Kreios ran outside into the cold, Foteea backed away from the door and saw a god clad in black, an aura of rage shrouding him. The sight of him caused her to retreat from the door even further. As he entered, he first commented on the building in which they all resided, his talk of defensible positions and trophies of the fallen putting her on edge. It seemed that she wasn't the only one he seemed to put on edge, either. Several of the other gods drew their weapons, a collective force against this new, aggressive force. Cragin claimed to know of him, and the sea god asked him his name and intention, and his responses disturbed her. A horrified whisper escaped from her, "That... Is horrible..." She shook her head in disbelief and edged a bit further away. After a second of tense silence, a form plummeted through the air between the divided sides. She shook her head a second time and uttered, "This is not what I had expected when I decided to accept that Prachian's invitation."

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Mathias' head began to ache. He was unsure of what was going on but something...something else. Mathias began to hold his head as if trying to stop from falling apart as he saw Genocide make eye contact with him. Then his head began to sting as a screeching noise could be heard. Then an unlikely event occurred as another god appeared rather randomly and unceremoniously. Still while others may find it confusing and humorous, Mathias felt nothing but frustration. Everything was beginning to converge, order and chaos are combining. Kreios then interjected himself on behalf of Genocide. Mathias began to shake and cough, sweating even. The same symptoms he felt when he met Trelàs in the clearing. Something was happening. "Grah!" "Why...is this...happening again!?" Mathias shouted as he wobbled about the room. Mathias shook and slapped his head as if he was trying to dislodge something from his ear.

Mathias wandered away from the major group, as he felt he was being suffocated near them. "Acanthus!" Mathias desperately called out. He knows not why he wishes to call out to him but he did. Mathias leaned against a door as he turned his back to the group. He wasn't sure why this was happening but he did his best to calm himself. His body however was still shaking but he believed he can control himself, so long as nothing else goes awry.

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Cragin would give a wicked grin, unwavering as he met the eyes of this beast. A calm determination about him, the essence of his being only growing stronger as his hand held firm, the mangled branch quaking slightly with the steady, compressed rage brooding within the confines of the God of change. His focus didn't allow his gaze to move, though with perked hearing he noted the dropping in of a new God and the kinship he felt grew again stronger within the confines of this structure. He felt a slight urge to go to Mathias, his brother in pain. His hardened heart would disallow it though as he stared at Genocide defiantly, keeping his stance as the man approached. He felt a steady understanding of the man's power and the odds placed before him. He would rise to this challenge and to the next, he would see to it that the man knew he had done wrong and payed for it with pain.

His mind would be a blur of possibilities and reactions, judging every movement and action, every step forward and his senses taking in everything to be sensed within his power. He had a feral ambition to fight and subdue, ingrained in his mind and in the predatorial nature of his being. He felt that this was something that the God before him who had offended him so was born with, the natural urge to be violent. He wouldn't underestimate the man's skills and so considered the power limitless. Kylian and Ulmo, perhaps they were allies. But something within him, even knowing their assistance would be great and their power extraordinary. Wanted the blood of this God to himself.

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Genocide seemed to accept her request, as he brushed his hand on her cheek. His metallic hand was cold, almost freezing, unlike the coolness of Ulmo's skin. "So you wish to bring peace for just a bit longer, little white rose? A tempting offer to say the least," he said, his voice was odd and sinister, but Nylia kept strong as he continued whispering "However..." His hands then slid down her face and he grabbed onto her chin, his grasp was tight and painful, "My bloodlust hasn't been nearly quenched enough. I've tasted victory and I'm hungry for more. As will all the creature whom I will give life to. Keep your bitter sweet promises to the foolish and the weak, little rose, before someone plucks your thorns."

With that he released her chin and ignored her, brushing her aside as if she wasn't worry. When she saw he wasn't looking she fell down to her knees, silently gasping for breath. He was truly a horrifying creature. As the Goddess of Revenge she knew she wouldn't stand for this, but she would have to hold onto it until later, she still worried for the mortals and didn't want them to be hurt in their quarrels. Speaking of mortals, she moved over to her unfinished creation, clinging onto its lifeless body as it was all she had at the moment. She wished she could give it life, but for some reason she could not, partially it was the eyes, but at the same time she felt like she just couldn't bring herself to do it. There was one thing she could do though, she broke off one of her unfinished creations spire arms and transfigured it with her mind to become a sword, perfect for her to sweep away the many people she had to bring revenge upon. She hid the sword behind her back, just in case battle did occur.

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Adarani could not help but blush when Kreios complimented her on her beauty. She did not know how to react. This corrupt God seemed rather childish and unaware of right and wrong. The Goddess of Love then turned around to look at this new figure who came in, a smile on her face at the thought of even more company since the Gods overall seemed nice enough. Her smile faded when she felt his violent nature. And yet, even with all the darkness within him, Adarani saw a shred of good inside that man. It was subtle enough that anyone who focused mainly on the violent part of the man would not notice. Just as Adarani was about to greet him, a more heroic God stepped in front of her. This startled her, considering a fight could happen at any moment. Adarani listened to everyone involved before she could handle it no more.

The poor young woman burst into tears as her voice revealed every sign of concern for everyone's well-being. "Stop it! All of you! There is no need to kill anyone in here! Please, just stop!"

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Acanthus could feel the air as the once ordered gathering of individuals was falling apart into chaos because of one intruder. The gods were breaking into sides, and some were breaking apart.

Genocide proved that he was not simply a brute but that he also had a mind of his own as he removed the seductive Nylia from his presence. Nylia must have tried to stop him from causing the disruption.

Mathias called out Acanthus' name as if he wanted him to do something but Acanthus knew not what because Mathias was swiftly trying to remove himself while holding his head.

The newer goddess, whose name Acanthus had not yet heard, cried out for them to stop. Acanthus felt the call of his brethren and felt the pull of the chaos around him.

"That is enough!" He yelled into the crowd. "This hall is not a place of chaos, nor bloodshed. This is also not a courthouse." He stamped his staff upon the ground and magic flew out from him in waves. He seemed to grow in stature and his back straightened. He pointed his staff at Genocide and Kreios and cast a portal spell behind them, opening a gate to the Inferno. "Leave this place now." His voiced had changed into one of pure power as he cast a spell of force attempting to push them into the Inferno. "Brothers and sisters!" He yelled. "Help me in this!"

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((How could Acanthus not hear Adarani's name? She said it towards the end of the trial when she was able to say something. X.X Anyway, I was expecting Adarani and Genocide to talk together without interuption. We had this all planned out, and now it's kind of ruined.))

Adarani could only watch. She was emotionally unable to do anything, for the moment. From what she could see, Acanthus became furious. A portal to the Inferno appeared behind Genocide and Kreios, which the wise god attempted to force them in.

"Brothers and sisters! Help me in this!"

Adarani did not know what to do. Of course, she did not like having to force others into an unpleasant place, yet she did not want anyone to die, either. This moment left her paralyzed in fright and confusion.

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Ulmo watched the figure of Genocide interact with his kin with barely restrained anger, his rage silently boiling as the god before them made clear his intention to conquer everything, including his domain. The Sea was not something to be conquered and he dearly wished to teach the brute who would claim it by the force precisely why his intentions were foolish, but what had almost set him off was the interaction between the war god and Nylia. A new feeling stirred inside him that wanted to lash out at both Nylia and Genocide. She shouldn't be sweet-talking him, he decided. Rather, it would be best if she'd let him deal with him. He wasn't terribly surprised when Genocide tossed her aside, but if possible his anger flowed all the more along with a certain hurt he did not yet understand.

Unbenownst to him, his robe had vanished, replaced with a suit of silvery plate armor and chainmail that glowed the same ethereal blue as his wyes, which glowed like twin angry whirlpools. Noticing this, he silently approved of the protection and appearance his armor gave him and once more he longed for a weapon and tool, but this time, an image appeared in his mind, clear like the images he had of the sea creatures he created. He silently willed it into being and a magnificient trident appeared in his hands crafted of steel and silver with with a sapphire at its hilt.

Then Acanthus opened a portal and decreed that Genocide and Kreios be banished into the inferno. The ends of his trident glowed and Ulmo agreed on one point.

"Nay! Do not send Kreios with him. Genocide will torment him or worse, make him an ally!" the Sea God cried, using his new trident to summon a great wave of sea water from his domain to push Genocide into the portal while a separate current would crash against Kreios to sent him out the door. Nonetheless, the chief part of his power, he applied to send Genocide through the portal.

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Kreios saw that the rage that the others had was directed towards his new friend and him, and started to tear up. When the old one roared something about inferno and a hole opened behind him Kreios could feel the pull and took the body of the crow and said “Away fly, crow fly”. The body flopped once on the ground its heart had given out; even the greatest of crows could not survive long after giving his master the message. The hate they looked at him with, the tone the old one took, and the loss of his last toy, drove Kreios to pure instinct, like a cornered animal or a scared child, he cried a river of tears and screamed breaking the any glass in the room. His last ditch effort was to mold his body into tentacles firing them across the room latching himself to anything and anyone he could. He saw his new friend being drawn to and a wave heading for them and sent more tentacles to grasp his friend. He now looked like an octopus like creature with Kreios head, and he said “I thought we were all friends, friends don’t do this to others, don’t be bullies. Echo I can forgive you, I promise I won’t touch your toys for a while. If I did something wrong tell me I thought we were having fun, this game isn’t fun I don’t want to play. Pretty ladies help me, Kreios be good boy, he takes good care of his toys, he loves his toys. I promise to help you make toys, Kreios good helper.”

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Adarani looked up at Kreios, still in tears. "I don't hate you, Kreios! I just don't want anyone to die!" She brushed away the tears as she looked up at Genocide. Somehow, there was more to him than met the eye. "I honestly don't know what to do! This whole situation is confusing me!"

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

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Mathias is reaching the breaking point. The mass amount of order and chaos colliding is reaching it's new found limits upon the young god. Mathias couldn't take it anymore. He saw the light that Kylian placed near him and although Mathias could appreciate it, it didn't help him recover. Soon he loss focus on the Light when he felt the surge of magic coming from Acanthus radiate about the room. He became larger and more defined in stature, a portal opened and all Mathias could feel from it was pure chaos, pure evil. Then the Sea God intervened and Mathias felt the cold torrent of water splash against the others. Then Kreios launched him self in the form of muddy tentacles as they spread across the room. Mathias' head was pounding and it was becoming unbearable. Mathias decided to wobble towards the mess.

"S-stop this..." Mathias faintly spoke, "...No...this isn't right." Mathias was having a hard time speaking up. Mathias was slowly realizing that what they have done isn't correct in some way. There, there is something missing in all of this. A problem that must have been stated before any of this happened. Then it dons on him...no one knew the rules. No one has any idea what the laws are, for they have not been made. They are doing their best to react with it but unless people have a clear understanding, what is there to stop this again? Kreios has no idea what crime and punishment is. No one realizes what law is. They are judging off instinct not legislation. Mathias moved closer to Acanthus as he moved around the enlarged figure.

"This madness must stop...must stop...MUST STOP!" Mathias yelled at the top of his lungs. His amber eyes grew brightly as an golden aura began to consume him. "No!" "What's happening!?" Mathias yelled in shock. "Help me!" Mathias shouted as he moved away from Acanthus. Mathias instinctively grabbed his spear and swat away any mud and water in his path. The aura grew larger as it's bright light would be hard to ignore. A strange power irradiated from him but for some reason it didn't feel like Mathias' as he continued to hold his head in one hand and the spear in the other.

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Adarani noticed Mathias was not feeling well at all. Instinctively, she ran over to him. "What's hurting? Do you know?" She wanted to help in any way she could. At least, here, she is withn her element, since she might be able to heal him of whatever ailement it was. She saw him holding his head, which meant it may have to do with an ache there. Using some of her power, Adarani tried to relieve some of that pain and possibly numb it.

((Sorry for the short post.))

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Nylia

Nylia sat in silence with one hand clutching her sword behind her back and the other holding her puppet. She must have looked like a complete disgrace but one, her encounter with Genocide was quite frightening and two, she had to seem defenseless, that way if someone came to attack her she would be ready. Then, the man with blue and blonde hair approached asking if he was okay. "Y-yes, thank you for your concern," Nylia replied but she knew she wasn't. For some reason what bothered her the most, even passed the fear was that she was just tossed aside. When he asked for her name Nylia frowned slightly. She knew that once people knew their names, they knew what their portfolios were, and even a lot about there character, and Nylia feared that after he learned her name, he would be appalled by her, judging by his light and her darkness it at least seemed that they were opposites. But she could not lie at the moment. "My name is Nylia," she said gauging his response, "and yours?" She asked, pain still in her eyes. "H-heroic?" Nylia asked surprised by his statement. "Do you really mean that? Do you really think what I did was...heroic?" Nylia asked. She assumed that others would think she was a joke by trying to stop Genocide and being tossed away, but he was different...

Suddenly, an all out brawl began between the Gods, something she wished wouldn't happen. She watched as Acanthus opened a portal, and Ulmo created the waves to push the two trouble makers in different directions. Then, Kreios unleashed tentacles from his body and Nylia drew her sword to slash them away cutting them one by one, but though Kreios was childish, he wasn't weak. One tentacle wrapped around her. "Please! Help!" Nylia pleaded to Kylian, he was the only one there for her at the moment and she didn't want to disturb Ulmo during the battle. She also saw in the distance that Mathias was trying to handle matters, and he made a point, they didn't know what they did was wrong, or at least Kreios didn't, so it wasn't exactly right to punish them yet, because of this Nylia began having second thoughts about Kreios.

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"My name is Nylia. And yours?" a quick intake of breath. Her name, it sounded of revenge and manipulation, but for some reason it mostly just sounded so...lonely. And that look she gave him, like she expected him to run screaming when he heard her name. "H-heroic?" she said, like she had just registered the last thing he'd said. "Do you really mean that? Do you really think what I did was...heroic?" so insecure, he didn't know why she was so unsure of herself, but it bothered him to see someone so lacking in confidence.

"Well of course I think that. It takes a much stronger person to fight fear than it does to give into anger. I think that in the exchange that just happened, you showed me up quite a bit." and his name, that kept coming up didn't it. He was about to try and answer once more, when suddenly everything broke out into even more chaos than had been in the room before. He had expected a fair fight between two warriors, not a brawl that seemed to center on sending two people to Inferno that quite frankly didn't deserve such harsh punishment. He stood up, about to interrupt, when suddenly Kreios burst into tentacles that went everywhere. Quicker than he could react, a tentacle wrapped him up. He strained, and slowly it started to come loose, he wasn't at full strength, but he was a far cry away from the helpless he had been. He'd regained much of his strength already. He was prying the tentacle off of him when he heard Nylia cry out for his help. Seeing the tentacles attacking her, he became furious, far more than he had been when confronted with Genocide. Now it wasn't just a person that made him angry, now innocent people were getting dragged into this brawl. He'd had enough.

To anyone not paying attention, he'd appear to have exploded. Because at that moment he lit up brighter than the sun. In an instant he was at Nylia's side, having seared straight through the tentacles, moving damn near the speed of light. He ripped the tentacle off of Nylia, it turning to ash the instant he touched it. He picked her up, still in control enough to remember not to burn her. In the very next moment he was laying her down on the opposite side of the hall. "Stay safe." with that he was back among the others. Though this time he staggered into their midst. He understood that what he was doing was dangerous, burning through his essence in the way he was, but it didn't matter, it was necessary.

He looked to the gods gathered, and if it was possible he became even brighter. And when he shouted, his voice shook the hall. "THIS IS ENOUGH! THIS FIGHT IS HURTING PEOPLE NOT EVEN INVOLVED WITH IT NOW! WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO BANISH PEOPLE TO SUCH A PLACE IN RASH ANGER! AND WHAT RIGHT DO YOU HAVE TO ENTER THIS PLACE AND PICK A FIGHT! WHY DOESN'T EVERYONE JUST SHUT UP! I swear on my name as Kylian, if you people don't calm down and stop acting like fools I'll throw every single one of you through that portal!" despite his brave words, his light was already rapidly dimming. He'd burned his very essence for power, and now every twitch of his body was causing him incredible pain. He really wanted this day to just be over.

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Genocide felt every muscle in his body twitch as he readied for battle. His first conflict with a god, a being held enough might to actually put up a fight. He clenched his fists and took one step towards the guardian of the great wooded places when the bearded one, Acanthus, spoke out and called for the banishing of the war god. He barely had time to turn towards magi when he had opened up a grand portal behind him that began sucking him in into the scalding flames of the Inferno again. Rage filled him as he fought against the arcane pull of the portal. To have such gall as to try and imprison him in that place yet again! He looked over his shoulder as he fought against the pull and saw the vast expanse of burning fields and crumbling volcanoes. This place was not the same small space from before but a land all it's own full of the shrieks of the damned. A paradise of blood and battle, untouched by feeble concepts of order and peace.

His attention was tugged violently to what stood in front of him as a wave of weight and moisture struck against him, pushing him ever closer to the maw of the oblivion that awaited. He looked to the perpetrator and was greeted by the sight of the sea god who had so self righteously scowled at him before now clad in armor and wielding a rather impressive weapon. The pounding waves tried to drive him back as the corrupting god Kreois was pulled away by another surge of waters. The anger that filled Genocide was so great that the waters around him began to boil. "So your true colors finally shine through!" he shouted at all of gods present as he tried to pull himself away from the portal's grip. "This is your justice?! Oh, how disappointed I am to see how feeble it is!" One of Kreois's tendrils shot out near him and he grabbed it without hesitation, keeping it in a death grip as he saw the other limbs shooting out and grabbing anything they could catch. "If it takes me, I take the mud beast and whatever it clings to with me!" he threatened as he began to relax and let the portal begin to pull him in.

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Adarani coud not stand the spectacle anymore, so she ran to the exit and turned into a dove to fly with her blue cranne, Ahuv. The sight of the entire world horrified her. Desolation and destruction lay everywhere. The other Gods were fighting amongst themselves, leaving her the only person to do something about it. Once on the island, which she was thankful for being relatively untouched, Adarani used her power to try and restore plantlife to as much of the world as she could, each moment tiring her due to the magnitude of the destruction. She knew she could not hold out for too long of a time. At most, i would be a few weeks. She needed help, and fast. That was when the Prachian from before appeared.

"My lady, do you wish me to connect you to my master?"

Adarnai nodded. Once she felt the connection, the Goddess of love cried out to him telepathically "ACANTHUS! HELP! IT'S ME! ADARANI! DESTRUCTION IS EVERYWHERE, AND I'M TRYING TO RESTORE PLANT LIFE! I CAN'T HOLD OUT LONG WITHOUT YOU!"

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Cragin would twirl his branch and with one mighty swing, a blast of his most devastating power would erupt from the end of the weapon. He would resist the natural pull of the portal and foamy water would surround him at the waist as he had been so close to Genocide. His body would glisten with the moisture, covered in the natural spray of the ocean. He heard crying and screaming, and Kreios somewhere, inaudible. It would be one tiny ball of green, wielding a great power, directed at the God of War that had made an enemy of them all. This one ball if it were to make contact would rapidly grow, surrounding the man in the strong growth of the Sylvan tree, a tree so rare it was almost nonexistent. With bark like the strongest metals, and relentless vines that could find their way around any beast and squeeze them into submission, his hopes were to make it nearly impossible for the God to escape or fight back, and to hopefully send him backwards into the portal. The water made him surge forward and he swatted away a dirty tentacle as it erupted through the air at him with the end of the branch.

All the while his body in agonizing pain, he would let out a roar of it, as he felt the destruction of the wilds in which he felt were so dear to him. A roar so loud the building would shake slightly and his right stationary leg knee would give slightly bringing the water to his chest, and making the pull of it all the more quick as he fell to one knee, struggling against it all to swat away another tentacle.

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Mathias was tired and while Adarani's abilities helped he still felt something stirring within him. The aura and the glow in his eyes diminished. Yet, there was something warning him of something else, something worse. The world was being destroyed as they speak. This conflict needed to end but how? Mathias was unsure but Adarani felt it too and she wanted something done. Mathias wanted something done. She left the group to take care of it. "This useless fighting must stop." He spoke to himself as he backed away from Cragin's tree. This was all a mess and Mathias hated it. Then a voice began to speak to him. He couldn't make out what it wanted but it was urgent whatever it was. All Mathias knew that a greater problem needs his attention and right now this whole trouble with throwing people in a portal wasn't going to help. The voice kept on saying wrong, wrong, wrong, all wrong. Mathias couldn't help but feel an agreement with the voice. This is all wrong, none of this is going the way it should be. Wrong, wrong, wrong on all sides. Mathias moved away from the portal as he hated the vibe coming off it. Mathias needed to leave but he can't face it alone. Everyone was so distracted with each other it is ridiculous. Mathias can't even get a word in edge wise, it would seem he needs to attend to it alone. Or maybe not alone who isn't distracted?

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Nylia

Nylia was glad that she was saved by Kylian, but the battle wasn't over yet, he zoomed into the battle field and tried to stop the fight, but his power was running out. He seemed to be hurt and Nylia had to help him. She rushed into the fray, spreading her wings, and flying; swiftly swiping away tentacles and treading through water. Eventually, she reached Kylian and took him out of Hléradr, the brisk wind awakening her. "Thank you for your help, and you are the one who is truly brave," Nylia said hugging Kylian. "Thank you...Kylian," she said smiling warmly at the name. "If you get too cold, come back in, but you may be safer out here," Nylia said stopping her hug and brushing her hand through his hair.

Before she left she saw the vast fire and destruction terrorizing the Middle Realm. She had to make a choice of whether or not to reenter or help save the area. She wanted desperately to help the innocent mortals, but she also had to assure Kylians safety for he had saved her. She also wanted to make sure Ulmo was safe, for he had helped her during the trial. Entering Hléradr again was a painful task, the surge of destruction sending shivers through her. For now she watched the battle, but if needed she would fight.

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Acanthus

The two fell into the Inferno and Acanthus closed the portal, feeling somehow that Genocide was more pleased with that turn of events than he should have been. Acanthus then headed the inner thoughts of a Prachian.

"ACANTHUS! HELP! IT'S ME! ADARANI! DESTRUCTION IS EVERYWHERE, AND I'M TRYING TO RESTORE PLANT LIFE! I CAN'T HOLD OUT LONG WITHOUT YOU!"

Adarani’s name coursed through him. He finally felt her for who she was. He felt love and kindness, healing and growth. He knew that this was matter was more important to her than anything he could have said or done. Conversing with her further would have to wait. But she wanted him to help her restore balance. He agreed and began chanting in the magic language.

Acanthus released a spell, one larger than he had ever cast before. It did not have a specific name, nor did it come from a specific school. It combined necromancy and healing along with a couple of the other schools. He gave it to Adarani, along with most of his remaining energy. Then he sent this message through the Prachian to her.

“This spell will heal the land and restore it to life. Mix it with the love you have and the light of the young blue haired warrior. I have done all I might for now. Come back when you are done. I still wish to meet you.”

Then he turned to the remaining gods. “There is a destructive force in the Middle Realm. It will tear apart the places some of you hold dear if it is allowed to continue. I have tried to help restore balance as best I can. If anyone else feels they must leave then do so.”

He sat upon his chair in exhaustion. “However, if there are those among you that seek answers and refuge for a time, you are welcome to stay here for as long as you need. I am here and willing to answer questions. Other than that there is no more I can do. I am drained.”

Jute

She felt it. A portal to a place much different than the one she was in. Some of her tortured beast/servants came into her throne room.

“Milady!” they squealed at once from the sight of her glare. “Intruders have entered your domain!”

Jute grinned. “Well, that’s…interesting. Bring them to me.”

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Adarani felt Acanthus' spell flow through her. She listened to every word the Sage said, which she took to heart. The process took a while. First, she mixed in whatever light and love she could before using the spell. The Goddess of Love somehow knew the language and began chanting softly. It took a few moments before any actual results came. Adarani could feel the life around her coming back. Gradually, calmly, reassuredly, everything went basck to normal. Upon successful completion of the ritual, the young goddess fell to her knees, listening to the sounds of the grateful creatures and mortals brught back to life.

Nearly exhausted, she said through the Prachian, "We did it! We really did it! It's all back! I'll be over there right away!"

turning back into a dove, she flew back to the hall, leaving Ahuv, the Beloved Blue Crane, to watch over the island while she was away. Once at the entrance, Adarani opened the door, entered, then closed the door before walking towards Acanthus. At this point, she could barely stand. The whole ritual required much focus and energy. To compensate, she made a tiny opening which acted as a sort of window which let out rays of energy from Paradise to help her recharge. Once she was not tired anymore, she closed that window.

"Thank you, Dad!" Adarani placed four fingers on her bottom lip as she realized what she said. This left her a little embarrassed. "Is... Is it alright if I call you that?"

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Nylia

After everything finished, Nylia went back outside to check on Kylian. Nylia laughed slightly as she saw Kylian blushing, he seemed to be flustered because of her. "Of course I was protecting you," Nylia said smiling lightly. "You came to me in my time of need, so I had to come to you in yours," she said, interlocking both of their hands. "You don't know how much spirit and power you gave me with your words Kylian, so much that you don't even know. Thank you again," Nylia said, kissing his cheek to show her gratitude, before he ran back inside. She followed him, not too far behind. "Yes, we managed to put the two of them into a portal to the Inferno, thanks to Acanthus, Cragin, and Ulmo," she said flashing a smile towards Ulmo as she mentioned his name. Nylia then left Kylian for a moment to enter her room. As she went through the door, the room changed to have multiple closets full of clothes, a large mirror, drawers full of make up, a closet for holding weapons such as her sword, and a bookshelf full of writings on each school of magic, and copies of the books that the All Father gave to them. Nylia changed out of her wet clothes into a white dress and exited back to her brethren.

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It was over. Finally. Ulmo felt his armor fade away, leaving only the robes he had adorned himself with at the start of the meeting. It took much of his energy to send Genocide through the portal Acanthus opened and he wasn't sure he would be able to fight another god or whatever it was that was causing such destruction within the Middle Realm. Nonetheless, he felt he could face the creatures that he already felt intruding within the Sea. Water was not their natural element, but if he did not counter them soon, then they could cause a great deal of damage to the creatures and plantlife he had spent much of his short life cultivating.

He watched Nylia, with the child, for that was how he felt Kylian to be, though he wasn't much older than the young hero. He quashed what jealousy arose when he saw them together for they had looked after each other well as he could not during the battle. Unbidden, Kreios' pitiable expressions and words came to mind. He did not deserve to be sent to the Inferno he decided. Shaking his head from that though, he saw Nylia emerge from her room in a dry dress and decided that he could use some help setting his Realm into order. He approached her.

"I am glad that both you and Kylian are unharmed, milady," he told her with a gentle smile that gave way to a grim expression as he continued, "However, the beasts begin to intrude upon my realm. I would ask your assistance in dealing with them as this fight has left me winded. I would of course provide you with hospitality as befits a guest of your stature."

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Acanthus

After Craigin left Acanthus looked at the gods who remained. Some were sitting around the hall and discussing matters with each other. Nylia had chosen her room already without needing guidance. While he was slightly offended that she had just picked a room instead of asking for one, he did not dwell on it long for it was still a gift freely given. Acanthus' heart was lightened by the talks that were being held around the Hall. The great Hall was being used for the correct purpose. He sat and simply listened as slowly the warmth of this place seeped away the water from Ulmo and the hatred from the inferno. He sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, letting the peace sink in.

We did it! We really did it! It's all back! I'll be over there right away!"

He felt the Prachian's voice in his mind once again and thanked it for its time. He had just dismissed it from service for a time when Adarani came in. She seemed gladdened but also on the verge of exhaustion. She opened a small portal to Paradise and seemed to heal herself with its glory. Amazing, he thought to himself, I did not know the rays of Paradise held such power, or that anyone else could open a portal to there. But he dismissed his thoughts as she began to speak to him.

"Thank you, Dad!" She looked a bit startled and embarrassed when she said that. "Is... Is it alright if I call you that?"

Acanthus just smiled wearily. "Child, you may call me whatever you want. Just remember that the true Father is the All Father."

The burning goddess then approached from her vantage point above them. "I have a couple of questions. My first is, does this sort of.... violence happen often? I only ask because this what I had expected when that polite being asked me to visit you. My second, is where did that portal through which those two were just pushed lead? And my final question is-"

Trelàs himself chose that time to enter the great hall. Acanthus was truly surprised to see him there. The mad god asked for assistance with a flute and Acanthus shook his head.

"I know not about how to teach mortals. I assumed they taught themselves. Perhaps...Mathias might help you?" He turned to the flame goddess, "Perhaps they are interesting. I simply found them to be quite useful. To answer your questions. I hope that we will not have anymore violence here at all. The portal lead to the lower realm, the Inferno. It is a dark and evil place. But I feel that those two might be quite at home there." He shuddered for a second but returned to the small audience before him. "And what, my nameless friend, was your final question?"

Jute

Jute spied the newcomers from the top of her tower in the burning city. She could see one that was large and covered in metal armor. The other was slinking behind him and seemed to be less under control than the big one. She considered the ways in which she might introduce herself. She looked at a mirror and whispered her own name.

"Jute"

The mirror immediately wavered and showed her an evil looking being with a large horn and dangerous talons. But it also had feminine curves and wicked yellow eyes. This was her true form? Ah but would it not give away too much? Her name would give away all that she was. She intended to keep it to herself.

She was interested in her true form but decided to remain in the form of a child. It would serve her purposes well. Then she saw one of the two, the uncontrolled one, fly into the room on the back of a beast. "Hi lady." The childlike thing before her said. He seemed to believe that the thing that it rode upon, a tortured beast of hers, actually belonged to him. She let him believe it for now. She would get hers soon enough.

"Play on, mud thing." She waited for the other to enter her domain, listening to the shrill cries of her creations being tortured by corruption. It was almost as sweet as when she tortured them herself. She held her anger in check and focused instead on what she would say when the leader arrived.

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Kylian turned to Nylia as she spoke to him. A very faint blush appeared on his face at her words, followed by him speaking in a pouting voice. "I wasn't in a time of need. I would've been fine." then she held his hand and the blush grew worse. She continued to speak, and then kissed him on the cheek. He was sure his face was brilliantly red, and his left arm came up and rubbed his cheek as she walked away. "But, all I did was tell the truth. Why thank me for that?" he wondered about it, still slightly dazed, until he walked straight into a door. "Oh, look at that, a door!"

A grin appearing on his face, he opened the door and walked through to see a rather plain room. It had a flat space with training dummies and several other things, several bookshelves which were sadly empty, and a large bed right in front of him. "Oh I could finally go to sleep!" he almost fell right onto the bed then and there, since he was so completely exhausted, but he noticed a door going off to the side. For a moment exhaustion and curiosity battled, but eventually curiosity won out. He walked to the door and opened it up, to see that it went into an enormous library. Kylian was overjoyed at the sight, all weariness momentarily forgotten. He rushed over to a shelf and grabbed a book, only to see that it was blank. Saddened, he went to a another, and it was the same thing, until eventually he found a book that was filled with writing. He started to read it as quickly as he could, the words flowing into his mind as easily as they would were he hearing them, despite never having seen the written language before. The book seemed to be designed to introduce one to the concept of magic. He slowly walked through the library as he read, until he saw a doorway in the corner of his eye. As he got to it, he opened with one hand and then pushed it the rest of the way open with his foot as he brought the hand up to turn the page.

He was back in the hall from before, which wasn't that surprising when he thought about it. He closed the book, one finger held on the inside to keep his page. "Susurrans alis de Lumine" he raised his free hand to his face and blew across the top of his palm. When he did, a small horde of shining lights spread across the room, shape enough in them to see some sort of wings, yet barely more than that. A wide smile broke across his face as he watched them fly around the room, until he saw Acanthus speaking to Adarani and a fiery one he was unfamiliar with. He walked up to Acanthus. "I apologize for entering your library, for I'm almost positive it is yours, and, can I study the rest of the books!" excitement filled his voice, the chance to learn so much was thrilling to him. Magic seemed such an interesting thing, a thing to learn about and explore.

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Acanthus

Foteea, the name burned with the heat of a furnace. It left a metallic taste in his mouth when he repeated it. He also felt that her fire was one of creation, not destruction like the large god wandering the Middle Realm. He felt kindness and generosity.

"It is a pleasure to meet you Foteea." He watched as she seemed to become more detailed in the realization of her name. "As for where you might stay?" He chuckled. "Pick a room child. I have made enough for all of my brethren. Though I do believe I know of at least one who may not need or want one."

He turned as the blue haired god of light entered. The younger god had found his library. "If that is what you wish you may read some of the books. But stray not upstairs. The Tome might be detrimental to you." He pondered for a second. "Have you said your name already? I apologize for not hearing it if it was so."

He turned to the god of the portals. “What is it that brought you here so hastily? Is not the journey itself the most amazing part of travels?”

It was then that the firstborn of the Prachians, one known as Sinclaire attempted to reach him telepathically.

"My Lord. I attempted to bring the Great Dragon, the Lord Malus Dou Makakhan, to visit you as you requested. He refused, instead he wishes for you to come to him."

Acanthus felt fire and destruction and the gleam of the teeth of the creatures that hunt in the night. It was a natural, but powerful force indeed. He responded to his mortal. "Very well, I shall visit him when the time comes. Sinclaire, there are some new mortals. The Senri, made by the Mad god. Visit them and share your wisdom. And, send someone to talk to dragons. They seem like mortals to me."


Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

The black skinned mortal nodded, several of the runes on its face stopped glowing as its master dropped the communication with it. It then brought up communication with its immediate subordinate, Yldrich.
“Master wants someone to talk to the dragons. Will you do it?”
Yldrich responded, “Acanthus’ Will be done.”
The two began their long journeys to find and communicate with the mortals their god had pointed them towards. Another, Fen, felt the need to visit the creations of the protector of the wilds and so it sent itself to the werewolves.

Jute

Jute was furious. This brute dared enter her domain and claim that she was not the ruler? He did not yet understand the pain she could and would willingly bring to him. But not now, she would wait until the most opportune time to strike. For now she would be the perfect host to these potential, if unworthy, allies. She clenched her tiny fists behind her back in anger but smiled at ‘Genocide the Black.’

“You seem to misunderstand, large one. It’s not the size of the vessel, but the power within.” When she said power, several of the mortals nearby screeched for mercy and fell to the ground, bowing towards their unforgiving mistress. “I’m the ruler of this place. Welcome to my City of Brass. What brings you to my…humble domain?”

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There was a power in strength that could not be measured. There was a energy in brotherhood that was palpable to those who experienced it. There was a radiance to conquest that burned brighter than the sun for those worthy enough to feel it's touch. All those things were personified in one deity. The Man of Tomorrow stepped foot for the first time on the ground of the Middle Realm. He breathed deep the crisp cool air as it filled his lungs. A smile etched it's way onto his face as he basked in the warmth of the sun on his Goddly skin. He looked down at his strong hands as they clenched and unclenched, his powers seemed alive within him. He rose his gaze to the mountains before him with a fiery grin.

"I have awoken and my blood burns for action. Perhaps I can make some...."

Braun brought both fists above his head and brought them down hard on the Earth. The massive blow sent cracks streaming towards the mountains. The towering peaks felt the touch of the God and responded. Out of the crevices stepped massive rocky constructs. Golems made of stone and metal from deep within the Earth. Braun stepped forward boldly a proud grin on his face as the first construct loomed over him. Not alive yet merely moblile these beings were but stone and metal given form. They did not think or feel, they had no emotion and were but moving earth. These gigantic puppets were given one task by the God that summoned them. Attack him.

The army of Golems charged with rumbling roars from their throats at the God of Strength who just stood their with his broad chest puffed out unafraid.

"To battle then!"

Braun bellowed before charging in. He rained blows upon his constructs as he exerted his might. Each blow felled a stone golem. A single strike from the god shattered rock and rendered the golem little more than crumbling pebbles. Braun laughed heroically as he waded through the fray. Hurling the massive constructs into each other. Tearing them to bits was childs play for him. All gave way before the might of the God of Conquest. When it was all done Braun had gotten the exercise he had wanted and stood amidst a sprawling field of boulders and crushed rock. He put his fists on his hips proudly as he looked around at the scene.

"I'll have to make them sturdier next time."

He said to himself out loud as he began to feel a powerful thirst take him. He wanted a strong drink after the exertion and thought who better to drink with then his kin. He felt out for them, using the connection to the cosmic forces that all the Gods possessed to find his brethren. He felt many of them in the home of one who even from here felt to be the wisest of them all.

In the nest instant Braun stood before the massive doors to his brothers home where his kin all congregated. The God of Conquest summoned onto his shoulder a barrel of heavenly mead. Officially ready to make his entrance Braun lifted up his right foot and kicked open the door with a tad too much enthusiasm. The doors swung open hard and slammed into the wall with great force yet held firm which was a miracle in and of itself. The God of Strength strode into the hall of his brothers with a joyous smile on his face happy to finally meet his kin.

"My brothers! My sisters! I am Braun! God of Strength, Brotherhood and Conquest! I am most happy to meet all of you this day! Who will raise a cup with me?"

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Adarani nodded when Acanthus mentioned that the true Father is the All-Father. "I'll remember."

Moments later, during teh conversation in the hall, a strong man entered with a barrel of mead. His entry startled her a bit. She could not understand all the violence which occurred recently. What she did know, though, was that this God meant no harm. Being the shy Goddess she was, Adarani remained silent, looking sideways as she heard the God's name: Braun. The name itself let her know that this individual who introduced himself was the deity of Strength, Bortherhood and Conquest. When eveyone in the room was asked who would raise a cup with Braun, Adarani hesitantly picked up a cup from the table.

"I-I guess one drink won't hurt. And it's nice to spend time with family."

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Braun turned to the sound of a meek female voice. The one who spoke was a slender woman with a purity to her. The radiant woman reminded the hulking God of a tiny dove. Something to be treasured and protected. Still he was surprised to see that she was the first to agree to raise a glass with him in the company of so many more bold looking individuals. He could not help but be pleased at this odd turn of events and let loose a booming laugh as he strode towards her.

"Well met sister!"

He said happily as he placed one massive hand on her lithe shoulder. The warm, friendly show of affection could've sent the poor woman to the ground if Braun had not shown proper restraint. As it was she merely would have felt that the man was still getting used to his titanic strength yet she should have felt no harm.

"A toast then, to family."

The God of Strength said proudly as he too picked up a glass and filled both goblets with the mead he was hefting around on his shoulder. Both goblets filled he clinked his cup with his sisters before downing the drink in a single gulp. The golden mead of the Gods was sweet to the taste, like the purest honey nectar to be imagined yet there was a kick to it that would leave an average mortal far past drunk in a single small cup. His thirst only beginning to becoming sated he looked down at his sister who was quite small in comparison to himself.

"What is your name, little dove? And to what do you lend your patronage?"

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"You should be able to breathe with little difficult. You are a goddess and are not bound by mortal limitations. And, as long as you are with me, you may remain as dry as you wish," Ulmo assured her with a smile which broadened as he sensed the cleansing power of Adarini's love combined with Acanthus' wisdom and might. What few creatures had trespassed in his domain had hidden themselves from his sight, either returning to their creator or hiding from even his sight. That was troubling, but the Sea God made a note to appear before the creatures should they create a disturbance.

"It seems that Adarini and Acanthus have taken care of the problem for the most part. I shall keep vigilant nonethless. However, I would still like you to accompany me to my home. I would love to show you around," he told the voluptious goddess honestly. As he said this, he noticed a giant of a man, even for a god, appear with affection and strength that Ulmo could not help but admire.

"I would enjoy a cup to restore my strength," Ulmo announced as he picked up a cup to be filled with the mead, "I am Ulmo, god of the Sea."

He sipped his cup and felt the sweet yet strong drink course through him, driving away his exhaustion and delighting his senses with its contents and at once, the beauty of the voluptious form of Nylia increased.

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The God of Conquest turned and filled his brother's cup, beaming with joy. He was so pleased his kin were as welcoming as they were. After pouring his brothers drink Braun poured a second for himself and like the first, downed it in a single big gulp. The warming effects of the heavenly swill coursed through his veins as he savored the honeyed mead.

"God of the Sea you say? It is an honor most high brother! The sea is a dangerous mistress but one that breeds hardy men should they conquer her tempest heart. I would like very much to set sail on the waves of your domain, perchance find myself a sea serpent in need of a thrashing."

Braun said enthusiastically. His mind, as it had a tendency of doing, wandered off to imaginings of glorious battle in which he and his brother Ulmo fought a massive hundred headed sea serpent that spewed acid from it's jaws. The very thought of such a battle brought a wide grin to Braun's face. Back in the present he shook the day dream from his mind and focused on his family as he hoped more would accept his offer to drink and make merry.

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Adarani sipped a little as Braun spoke during the toast. When asked her name, she replied with, "My name is Adarani. I'm the Goddess of Love, Healing, and Fertility. You could say I am a caretaker of mortals everywhere." She watched as Braun expressed his enthusiasm. It was unlike what she saw in her other brothers. At least his heart was in the right place. This put her mind at ease. "So, Braun, I take it you take on tough opponents on a daily basis? I mean, I don't like fighting, personally, but what you do does seem... interesting." Adarani showed all signs of respect, not wanting to seem rude.

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The simple question was all that was needed to launch Braun into regaling his sister and any who would listen into tales of his strength and prowess in battle.

"Oh indeed Adarani! By mine own hand rock giants have crumbled, sea serpents yield to my might, there is no man nor beast that can match my strength! Would you have diamonds beloved sister? For I can wring them from coal with naught but my hands! You seek sunlight to bath in? I can move the very mountains themselves!"

He boasted proudly before pouring himself yet another cup of the golden mead. After knocking back the drink with ease he looked down at her with a gleeful chuckle.

"You say you are not a warrior born but if you ever seek the thrill of combat you need only ask and I will show you such battles that mountains will crumble beneath your might."

The God of Strength offered, fully hoping his sister, or any of his kin for that matter, would savor the chance to fight by his side in battle. Turning away from the thoughts of combat, even if just for a moment, Braun turned to his sister curious over her domain of power.

"You are the master of love? Do you have a love here by chance? A husband or lover? Point them out, I will share a drink with them."

Braun said excitedly looking around the room at the many faces gathered within for the husband of his sister.

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Adarani listened intently to Braun's boasts. When she heard his offer, she had internal thoughts on what to make of it. Jewelry was pretty, but not nearly as great to her as the satisfaction she would feel just by helping others. "Well, I do know some unarmed martial techniques, but they're mostly for self defense. I will still take part in battle, assuming someone needs a healer, which I assume could happen soon enough." She looked to the side when asked if she was married or had a lover. "I'm afraid I don't have a husband. As far as lovers go, it's the same situation. At least, I think I don't have a lover. I've only awoken today." She looked at her cup and saw that it was empty. Looking back at Braun, Adarani said, "Anyway, if you ever need plants for ingredients for certain things, I can grow them. It is within my domain."

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#, as written by Drogyn
Kylain listened to Acanthus speak and filed the words away in his mind in a simple concept: Tome bad. Don't go near Tome. "My name is Kylian." he answered with a grin to Acanthus' question, happy to be able to answer it.

He was about to go back to the library, when suddenly the door was kicked in by a massive beast of a man. Kylian could feel that he was a god, and judging by the looks of him, a rather forceful one. Sure enough, Braun, proved to be the most boisterous one by far out of all the ones he'd met. Kylian grinned and returned the book to where it was before he came back and walked up to the new god, a wide smile on his face. The books would be there later. He saw that Ulmo and Adarani had taken drinks from Braun and it was a pleasant change from how the hall had been not too long ago.

"I suppose being loud is fun every once in a while, so pour me a glass Braun! My name is Kylian, God of Heroism and Light, so if ever you find yourself in need of help, or a drinking partner, don't hesitate to ask, I'd be happy to show you up anytime!" Kylian wouldn't normally be let himself sound so arrogant, but something about Braun's behavior was infectious, and he couldn't help but let loose and have fun.

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"Very well then," Nylia said smiling at Ulmo. Suddenly, a man barged in, asking if anyone wanted drinks. Adarani, Ulmo, and Kylian all accepted so she thought that she might as well join. Walking over to the group she smile, "I would love to have some," Nylia said, pouring herself a goblet of mead and sipping it. Now that everything settled, it seemed like everyone was having a good time. Taking the last drink of her mead she turned to Ulmo, "Whenever you want, we can go," Nylia said pouring another drink into her goblet and drinking it. Ulmo had done well in the battle, and he was obviously quite powerful.

She was happy that Kylian was having a good time as well remembering their unfinished conversation, "I wasn't in a time of need. I would've been fine." Was he just proud or modest? Or did she just not understand the situation? It looked as though he was in deep pain though, so she wasn't sure. "But, all I did was tell the truth. Why thank me for that?" "Was it really the truth though" Nylian thought in her head. Whether or not he was saying the truth didn't matter though, what mattered is that what he said...made her feel better about herself. They would have to continue the conversation later though. After her third or so drink she began to feel different, though she didn't understand it she definitely liked it...

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Braun filled the room with booming laughter at Kylian's jest. He couldn't help but throw his massive arm around the smaller god and pull him in for a rough, brotherly hug. The vice like hug was full of warmth and over excited brotherly enthusiasm.

"A day I look forward to brother, when you and I stand shoulder to shoulder against the darkest beasts in the land! And on that day, we will drink, fight and win glory for ourselves and our kin!"

The God of Strength said in a deep bellowing tone before letting go of his kin. It was then that he was approached by another of his sisters. This one was beautiful, much like his sister Adarani but it was a different beauty all together. Where Adarani was innocent this new sibling emanated raw sultriness. Seduction poured off her in waves as her golden blonde hair framed her face perfectly. She poured herself a drink, then a second then a third and finished each with practiced ease. Her ability to hold her draught alone was enough to impress the big God. He kept pace with her and each drink she finished he matched her.

The mead was doing it's job well as Braun was finally beginning to feel it's effects. He couldn't help but enjoy the light inebriation as he was surrounded with his brothers and sisters.

"This is most certainly a glorious day of rejoice! Sister, your name, I do not recall hearing it. Tell it to me so I may drink to your health as I have drank to Adarani's."

Braun asked his horned sister as he looked down at his sister as she seemed to be contemplating her current state of inebriation.

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"God of the Sea you say? It is an honor most high brother! The sea is a dangerous mistress but one that breeds hardy men should they conquer her tempest heart. I would like very much to set sail on the waves of your domain, perchance find myself a sea serpent in need of a thrashing."

Ulmo smiled slightly at his brother's compliment. He, it seemed, understood the majesty and dangers of the Sea. As he mentioned sailing, an image of a wooden construct roaming the surface of the Sea flashed through his mind. Instantly, he felt a desire to see those vehicles roaming the surface of the Sea, crewed by mortals that, though not being able to traverse the depths of it, loved the Sea and the adventures to be had on the surface where water met air. When he mentioned a Sea Serpent, however, the Sea God frowned. He would have remembered if he created such beasts. Was it simply the god's overactive imagination or a foreknowledge of what was to come? He finished his drink thoughtfully.

"I would welcome you as a traveling companion, Braun. There is much of the Sea I have yet to lay my eyes on, though am aware of most of what happens within it and upon it," he told him, his mind drifting back to the ships and boats and other constructs that mortals could use to travel upon the sea. He glanced at Nylia and, perhaps prompted by the mead, whispered into her ear so that she felt his breath on her.

"I look forward to give you a tour."

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#, as written by Fencer
The Mad God confirmed what the voices told him constantly, his existence was as meaningless as the other gods gathered there but even so Trelàs considered polite at least look at the others, his many eyes watched everyone he could confirm that none of the newborn looked back at him The God of Music, well with the exception of Foteea, she was a good person, but Trelàs felt offended, he entered the household of the Mage and stood in the center of the room, he played his melodies and showed images of the battle in the Land of the Fog he even returned to his true form, he knew he was very different from the others gathered there, but no one even looked at him.

Did that mean the God of Madness didn't exist?, The question appeared at intervals in his troubled mind and the answer came with the newborn who entered distributing liquor to those who so desired, Trelàs watched the others gathered around him like bees wanting to extract the nectar from a particularly tasty flower, these words came out of nowhere while he ignoraned or wasn't interested in the meaning of these, no, these petty words his voices whispered had no relevance to the truth that he had reached: He didn't exist, or maybe the other gods were just hallucinations of his mind, What he can do in such hopeless situation?, Laugh, laugh as hard as you can.

The laughter of the God of Madness echoed through the corridors and rooms of the palace created by the Wise old man while Trelàs writhing on the floor with his uncontrollable laughter, if he didn't existed then he could do whatever I wanted like attack to those who ignored him but for now he felt a strange mixture of respect and pity for the Wise, he was biting off more than he could, trying to help everyone and that everyone get along, Maybe the gods were creating the Mage out of his loneliness?, although there was always the possibility didn't changed his current situation, the laughter ended as suddenly as it began.

From the left hand of Trelàs strings emerged that stuck to his shoulder, the God began to play as he walked toward the exit while singing

"Gods ain't gonna help you son
you'll be sorry for what you done
them gods gonna hurt you son
when you play with a loaded gun
when you play with a loaded gun

They ain't gonna catch you when you fall
you'll be pleading while you're bleeding

They ain't gonna hear ya son
don't care about what you done
they ain't gonna help you son
you'll be sorry for what you done
be sorry for what you done"

When he passed by the new gods he gave them a wide grin and walked towards the exit, back in the snow he felt angry, his own hallucinations had ignored him, his left hand turn back to normal and with the blade in his right hand the god wounded himself, Trelàs spread his blood and from the snow formed multiple creatures with six legs that began to attack and eat each other, once one ate another increased its size and ferocity, one attacked the God who dodged it while laughing, and headed toward to his home in the World of the Mist.

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Kylian. Acanthus felt the name. It was light. It was bravery. "You are welcome in my hall anytime you wish." He watched Trelas' whimsical nature as the day lulled near its end. Somehow after all of the excitement, this all felt like a dream. Then the door was kicked open with a loud smack and a new god entered and announced himself.

The boisterous one was named Braun. He was strength and brotherhood. From him flowed merriment and jest. Acanthus felt rather at ease with the newcomer, even though he was loud and quite obnoxious. "I will pass on liquor, but thank you for the offer."

Trelas seemed to get mad and then burst into hysterics. Acanthus wanted to say something, but knew not what he could say to the other. Then Trelas left, a sad look in his eyes. Acanthus watched him go, his head cocked as if slightly amused.

"Everyone," Acanthus said as he roused himself a bit. "I have rooms for you all. Please feel free to pick one, I know some of you already have." He bowed at them all and began to leave. "I will be in my library if I am needed. I have some minor matters to attend to."

Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

Sinclaire traveled a long distance. It took the time to reflect upon itself. It was a master of Creation, Healing, Teleportation, Divination, and Influence. It wondered what the Senri would be like. Surely they were something like the mad god. If so, then they would enjoy the many charm spells it began to work on in its mind. It teleported into a large bank of fog. It was close to them. Sinclaire could feel it.

Yldrich, a master of evocation, transmutation, and protection, approached a great cavern. Inside of the cavern it could hear many growls and rumblings. This was a dragon’s lair for sure. Yldrich put up a protective shield and entered the cave.

Fen, summoner extraordinaire, rode a great bald eagle towards the wilds of the forest of Craigin. It wondered about the creatures that were able to change their forms without using magic. It greatly wanted to meet them and revel in their company.

Jute

Jute had regained full composure of herself now. She was inwardly ashamed of her previous lack of self-control but she felt a cool, calculating calm pass over her. Deception was her area of expertise. She did not need to ‘prove’ anything. Everything belonged to her anyways. For this war giant to claim that her throne was his was like a footstool claiming that the floor was its own. Truly she understood now more than she had before. She still wanted to kill him, of course, but that time would come, just like it would come for all of the others. For now she had to gain his trust.

“You’re right of course Genocide. You could easily take anything and everything you want. You can have my throne. I don’t need it. I have something better, a weapon of such great power that it can let even a poor mortal child like me take full control of a city. That’s how I survived here, you know. It’s dangerous for me to be in a place like this.” She began to fully erase signs of her power from the area and instead started to create a weapon in the next room as she spoke. She gave it a power signature that masked her old one.

“Do you want it?” She asked, rather meekly. “I’m sure someone as great as you would put it to better use.”

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"My name is Nylia," Nylia said smiling, Braun seemed nice so she wasn't threatened by him, but she knew he contained grand power. "I look forward to give you a tour." Nylia heard Ulmo whisper to her. Nylia smiled, maybe it was the intoxication, or the fact that she was a Goddess of Seduction, or even that she felt attracted to Ulmo, but she knew she wanted to go to his kingdom, for many reasons. She pressed herself onto Ulmo's chest and looking up to him whispered, "Then why don't we go now?" She asked. She then interlocked arms with Ulmo. "I believe we must leave now, there are many things we must attend to. Right Ulmo?" She stated, flashing a secretive wink towards him.

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((You know, Midnight, you're making it extremely hard for Genocide to meet Adarani without her being hurt. If you don't mind, I'd like to get those plans into effect sometime. I won't have her make the Vitaiim until her meeting with him is over with. *sigh* I guess I better tell you some of what we had in mind via PM, if you want, because I'd like some suspense for others when they read. It's just the writer in me.))

Adarani heard the announcment from Acanthus after she saw Trelas exit in some sort of madness. She felt a little guilty for not paying attention to him. Whenever she saw that God of Music, again, she would have an apology ready, as well as a gift to prove how sorry she was for not speaking to him sooner. For now, she had to pick a room. walking over to one of the doors, there appeared what would be her symbol: the Heart and Tulip.

Opening the door, which now had a lock to make sure only she, acanthus, and any guest she would have would be able to open, what she saw amazed her. Shelves full of items to use in medicine, agriculture, and matters involving love were organized into neat rows. he best part about these shelves was, whenever one item is picked up, another takes its place in the exact spot it was taken from, most of the time, that is. Beyond were shelves on the wall at the end of the room for books on the topics within her domain, some of which she would write. Next to that wall lay a matress for both meditation and sleeping. This room had everything she needed for when she had to tend to the mortal realm, including gateways for portals to make for easy transportation, if urgent.

Once she was finished exploring her room, she told Acanthus, "I'll be outside for a while. I owe Telas an apology for not getting to him sooner, and I should get to work on creating disciples to help me. There is that, and I should plan on what to do with the islands east of here." With that, she walked out the hall doors and flew as a dove back to her birthplace, her Blue Crane, Ahuv, greeting her.

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His thirst quenched for now Braun set aside his cup with a satisfied grunt. His mind extended out, past the walls of his brothers lavish hall to the land below. The land of mortality and possibility. The land of the young who had such potential. Yes there would be weakness, their would be frailty and loss but there would be strength also and courage to be found in the world of mortals. A world that needed the strength to endure all that would threaten them. They needed their God of Strength to stand at their side. To take on the load when it threatened to overcome them. To protect them from the evils that would harm them. To grant them the strength to fight that same evil when the time came. And so it should be, that the God of Brotherhood would find his home not in the shining hall of the Gods forged by the magic of his brother but on Earth alongside the mortals who worked to make their land great.

Braun set down the large barrel of mead with a warm smile as he turned to his brothers and sisters that were still nearby.

"I shall take my leave. The drink was grand and there shall be many more to come. For now, take the remainder of the mead, my gift to you. I go to Middle realm where I shall forge my domain with the permission of the one that claims dominion over the land."

With that Braun, the God of Conquest disembarked from the home of Acanthus to create his own home on the world of mortals.

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The elder god simply nodded at Adarani and Braun and entered his study. He cast a telekinesis spell and pulled several empty books off of their shelves and up the stairs behind him. He had much to write about. When he sat down at his desk he set the books in front of him. On every cover there was a different title. He pulled the first book from the top. The title read simply, 'Acanthus.' He opened it and began to write.

Jute

She could feel his hand grasping her. It was disgusting, but she allowed it. He would wield her while she also was wielding him, how ironic. This god of war and violence would help her to take over all of the Middle and Upper Realms. Soon she would have all of her brothers and sisters dead or bowing to her. She let her malice flow through the sword and into Genocide. The sword willed its wielder to use it. It longed to be filled with blood. It longed to kill. The sword almost begged to be used against a worthy opponent.

The child walked into the room with Genocide. "Are you not pleased my lord Genocide?" She looked up at the god and her eyes widened. "So, what are you going to do?"

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Adarani looked around at her place of birth. It was peaceful, and had plenty of life to it. It seemed the perfect spot for future disciples to reside in between trips to other lands. The Prachian from before appeared and bowed to Adarani. She recognized him (at least, she figured he was male) and smiled. "I never even got your name the first couple times. By the way, what are you doing here, all this time?"

The Prachian answered with, "Milady, it would be an honor if I were to live with the first among the people of your making as their soothsayer. I have decided to assist you in any way possible with that future race. The moment you healed me inspired me to tht end." He rose. "As for names, mine is Benjamiir."

This was pleasant news to the young Goddess. "Well then, Benjamiir, why don't we start by making our first monastery for this race of helpers? They will need a place to stay when they are fatigued from helping their fellow mortals. This lake seems perfect to build it around."

"It will be done, milady."

Working together, Adarani and Benjamiir built the monastery, from the fields for crops, to the academy next to it, and even a granary to go with other practical necessities for self-effiiciency. Once the Goddess looked upon the monastery upon completion, including the hexagonal wall structure, she nodded towards Benjamiir in approval. It all seemed to be in place for this location. She knew there would have to be more made on the Sacriran Islands, as she came to call them, but this was sufficient, for now.

There was still one thing missing. Calling for Ahuv, she told her to go find Trelas. The Godess even helped that blue crane learn how to recognize his aura signature in case he got lost.

"The message, mistress?"

Adarani replied with, "Tell him I'm sorry for not speaking to him in the great hall, and ask him to come to this monastery whenever he can. I will have something prepared for him when he gets here, something to give to his people."

"Yes, mistress" Ahuv flew away from the islands, following the aura signature into the Mist. He thought to himself how he would be able to see in there. Still, he had a duty to fulfil, and it had to be done as soon as possible.

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((Follower, you do realize that island Genocide saw is at the center of an achipelago, do you? You are basically in Adarani's turf, now. It's okay! I'll let Genocide have that one island he is on! Just don't go overboard with conquering other islands! The Vitaiim need someplace to build their monasteries! XD lol))

Ahuv returned as quickly to Adarani as he departed. The look in his eyes worried her, though, causing her to run towards him. The poor crane was traumatized, no doubt. "Ahuv! What happened?"

Trelas! He snatched me and placed me in a cage! I gave your message to him, and he seemed intersted, at first, but then told me to tell you he is not interested in travelling!" Ahuv breathed heavily as he spoke.

Adarani hugged him tightly. It was all she could think of to do, at the moment. It took a little while to comfort him completely before she felt the precense of a violent individual on the island next to her. "Could it be?" She focused more on the precense and sensed the subtle amount of good in him. "Genocide..." She was terrified that he was destroying part of her home, yet somehow, no anger came from her. In place of it came curiosity. How did he arrive in the Middle Realm so quickly? What was he doing over here? Adarani decided to fly as a dove to the nearby island to find out.

Once the was at the coast, she transformed back to her humanoid form and walked on over to where Genocide was. "H-Hello? Genocide? It's me, Adarani? Remember me from the Great Hall?" Her shyness kicked in. "Well, at any rate, Welcome to the Sacriran Islands. I was born here, so I consider it home. It's... quite a nice place to be, don't you think?"

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As the newly born krul began their work of gathering materials for food and shelter, Genocide watched with silent approval with his arms crossed and his eyes squinted as he saw every ounce of blood spilled from the beasts and every blow struck against nature and all it's creations. The first few kills were simple herbivores that had barely stop breathing when they pounced and began tearing into them like a vicious school of piranhas. Then they found larger, more dangerous prey in their territory and began to use tools and traps as well as their own cunning. It wasn't long before they had enough bodies to feed and cloth them all easily as well as enough lumber to build their homes as well as enough excess to burn. My my, how efficient his children were. It wouldn't be long before their first real trials would begin.

And as if this day couldn't be any better, look who appeared before him other than the shy girl from the old wizard's hall. She had arrived in the form of some pale bird and approached him with little to no hesitation. He had expected that the presence he felt before was some sort of god but never did he imagine that possibly the least imposing of them all would just come to him like a lamb to the slaughter. She even went as far as to give her previously unknown name, revealing all she was to him. She was Adarani, goddess of needless emotion and the reversal of his his divine art of bloodshed. A sly smile slide across his lips as he unfolded his arms and approached the young woman. "Oh, yes, quite a lovely place," he said in a sickly sweet coo as he answered her question. "It's nice and isolated from anything of real threat but full of little challenges for my krul to overcome. A wonderful place to raise them before the real war begins. And as for me..." In a lightning quick motion, he reached out a hand to gently grip Adarani's chin inbetween his cold steely digits as he looked deep into her eyes with a devilish glint flashing in his own. "I seem to have my own good fortune here. Like precious, tender little gifts just dropping into my lap. And no spoil sports to ruin my fun."

As Genocide began to raise his other arm to draw his blade, he paused as he become lost in the enchanting blue eyes of the young goddess. New thoughts began to bubble to the surface. As fun as simply killing her would be, it would also be incredibly easy. A short pleasure to say the least. Even if he did kill her, he'd find himself in quite a predicament. Without a second though, that blue haired fool had thrown himself between him and her back at the hall. If anything happened to her, the righteous defenders of the realm would surely stop at nothing until he met the same fate and destroy all his work as they did so. Besides, perhaps she had use. If he found himself in a good position with her, his work could become ever more grand and elongated. War wasn't about the death but the harm that leads to it. If less soldiers die, then more fighting will surely occur. She had the power to do such a thing. One last argument nibbled at the back of the metallic titan's mind but he refused to even consider it for a moment. A silly, silly thing... He'd made up his mind. After a moment of hesitation, he brought his lifted hand down to stroke the young enchantress's soft blonde hair. "Oh, but enough about me." he said as he tried to put as much charm into his voice as he could muster as he pulled his hands away from Adarani and took a step back. "I'm sure my enchanting hostess came here for some reason other than to hear me ramble on."

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Adarani flinched when Genocide grabbed her by the chin. Her eyes widened in sudden fear. What will he do? Kill her? Bring forth unimaginable torture? She hoped with all her gentle heart that the little good found in him would win out. She could already feel the conflict in him as he hesitated to bring out his sword. In the end, Genocide decided not to kill her, instead stroking her hair, which made her breathe a sigh of relief while blushing at the same time. The amount of charm put into his voice also helped put her at ease, though she did not know why, as of yet. Her eyes locked onto his the whole time.

"I'm sure my enchanting hostess came here for some reason other than to hear me ramble on."

"I..." Adarani gathered courage enough to speak again. "I noticed in the Great Hall that, even with all that violence about you, there is still a portion good in you. It's subtle enough that anyone would have to actively look for it with their supernatural senses. It... sparked my curiosioty to begin with. There is that, and... well, considering you somehow made it back to this realm, I figured I'd let you know that should any mortals you have that end up wounded, I would gladly heal, just like with any other mortal. You know, healing others and growing plants are two of my strongpoints, so... Anyway, I..." Her eyes blinked for an instant. "I just made the monastery in my birth island for whatever race I create, which I plan on doing soon. But first, I figured a bit of hospitality would not hurt."

She placed her hand over the ground and immediately a vine of grapes rose. She picked a set of them off the vine and held it out to Genocide, a gentle smile appearing on her face. "Hungry?"

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Genocide became silent at the young goddess' words. Good. An abstract idea imprinted on others by the ghost of a being known as the All Father. An idea the Dark God was less than pleased with. He had justified his actions and yet his creator had looked down upon it and given it a name: evil. To a child of the Corrupter such as himself, good was the force that lead others to shun, punish and discard those who did not follow the same strict rules as they did. Their justice was unjust and their purification only sought to corrupt the world further. And yet she used the word in such a way that it sounded like it was meant to be something of comfort. Some little beacon in what she must expect to be a hellish life. At the very least, she meant well. What surprised him more is her apparent interest in him. She looked and acted so feeble, so scared of the great big world around her and yet she decided to approach him on a mere whim when he'd already shown his intent in front of her and so many others. Brave was not a word that came to mind when he looked at his pretty little figure.

Eventually the steel clad god decided to take Adarani's offer as he reached out and plucked one plump grape from the vine. He lifted the juicy fruit to his face and willed his flesh and steel to part, allowing a small square gap in his helmet to form and exposed his charred and dry lips to the cool air of the mountain. The gap was small in size but a bit of the power he'd been keeping sealed inside the suit slip out, shooting off into the distance towards the ocean. As he popped the grape onto his tongue, the power finally met the waves and crashed with devastating force that created a tidal wave that rushed harmlessly out into the empty horizon. Genocide paid this no mind as his sharp teeth punctured the soft skin of the fruit, letting it's sweet juice spill over his tongue. The gap in his helmet suddenly filled itself again in a flash of steel like a heavy door being shoved into place as flesh and steel became one again. "I appreciate the gesture," he said honestly as he swallowed the crushed remains of the tiny fruit. "So, when can I expect you to run off and run off and bring your silver clad knights of justice to put me back in my place?" he asked in a joking tone as he crossed his arms again. He tried to be subtle in his wording as he pried to find where this gentle deity's true loyalties lay. She may not appear as sickly self righteous as the gods from before but there was no such thing as being too careful as seeing what they were capable of.

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Adarani's smile grew wider as she saw Genocide pick a grape from the vine. She could not help but find satisfaction in knowing her attempts at peace were not in vain. She lowered both her hands while he ate the one grape. When asked about when her so-called 'knights' would bring forth justice, she shook her head. "I do not fight. I only help others. My disciples will be but humble healers, agricultural assistants, and advisors on such matters as relationships and marriage. You have nothing to fear from me." The innocent girl giggled a little before saying. "I don't think hate is even in my vocabulary."

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Genocide was at a loss for words again as he simply stared at the enchanting goddess. Her words and actions were something he'd never expect from an ally and yet here she was doing it without hesitation or even effort, so sweet and tender like a loving mother who saw all the world as her children yet still young herself, a precious maiden that all the world couldn't help but help but love no matter how hard one tried. He wanted to find flaw in her words or actions or even her appearance yet he found his efforts to be in vain. There were no tricks or lies to her, just the brutal honestly of her perfection. After a moment, he realized he was staring and quickly shook his head free of the strange fog that had come over him as he tried to recompose himself. "Hmm. Forgive me. I must have drifted off for a moment," he said in barely a mutter as he quickly made up an excuse. He had to raise his guard better than this. For all he knew, this perfect little princess might be trying to overcome him with some subtle magics. Well, such tricks would not work on Genocide the Black.

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Adarani blushed and turned her head to the side while Genocide stared at her. She knew he meant no harm, yet that ws not why she was blushing. In all honesty, the reason was unknown to her. She maintained her smile and kept her pupils fixed on his eyes. When he apologized, she softly said, "It's okay! No harm done!"

That was when she heard a prayer to bless the fields, animals, and wombs of women present at an alter. "One moment, Genocide. A prayer to answer involving my duty of fertility." Closing her eyes, she focused her energy on said items mentioned in the prayer. Glittery powder of pure Paradise energy blew all over the fields, landing on the soil to make it suitable for farming. It touched the animals and blessed them with good health. It even floated around the women in front of the alter and made their wombs capable of carrying babies who will one day grow up and make a difference in the world. During the entire time, her necklace of beads glowed silver.

Once all that was complete and the beads returned to normal, Adarani opened her eyes, saying to Genocide, "Well, is there anything your krul need, as of yet?"

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Benjamiir and Ahuv

The Blue Crane could hear the conversation between Adarani and Genocide from inside the monastery. "So far, no blood, and I believe Milady is has somewhat pacified the violent God, for the moment. What do you think will happen between them in the future, Benjamiir?"

Benjamiir held up a finger as if indicating something for certain he knew. "Ahuv, this could be the start of newfound hope for all nations to come. I know not what will exactly happen, but I have a vague idea, given the power of the soothsayer invested in me. A prophecy has just come, one which we must not tell any immortal, aside from Acanthus, maybe."

Ahuv tilted his head in confusion. "Pardon me?"

"Purity and valor shall be in union, producing legends which combine the traits of both. Advanturers of reknown shall come from purity's womb, with valor to guide their movements in battle, and purity to guide their hearts to help the needy."

"Wait, wait, wait! Hold everything!" Ahuv's eyes widened in disbelief. "Are you saying Genocide could father any children Adarani may have? Seriously?"

"Perhaps. I shall relay this prophecy to Acanthus and see what he thinks." And Benjamiir did just that.

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After Nylia was done with Kylian she opened up an empty book. She had decided to write a book on the process of having children. She knew that not many people, even the other Gods would know to do without it. So, she wrote all about the act and how to come about it. However, she wouldn't simply kindly distribute it to all of the Gods, she would keep it as leverage in case she ever needed to use it. Childbirth was an easy, more efficient, and more pleasing way to create things so she was sure that eventually it would come in handy. Once she was done she put it in her bag and exited the Great Hall, flying back to her domain to check on her creations.

When she arrived she was proud of their work, already having fifteen children. "Very good Pupo and Hesperida," Nylia said smiling. "Now, I shall create a castle for you two to reside in, and a village for your offspring," she said. "Thank you very much Nylia...however, Hespirida and I would rather have Aspestis make our kingdom," Pupo said smiling back at her. "W-what? Who is this Aspestis!" Nylia shouted angrily at Pupo. "Aspestis is the God who healed my arm, because of him, Hespirida and I were able to produce offspring much faster," Pupo said almost as if he was brainwashed. "Well, I'm very much okay with you being grateful to him, but I am your Goddess and I don't enjoy the fact that you regard him higher than me," Nylia said firmly. "Do you think we care Nylia? Your pale in comparison to the power of Aspestis," Hespadia said defiantly. Nylia was outraged, this female was modeled after her and it believed it could speak to her this way. Nylia drew her sword, quickly slashing through Hespadia's flesh, killing her. She then killed off every single Amure with the cursed disease, except for Pupo, she just couldn't bring herself to do it. It wasn't their faults that they were deceived like this, it was Aspestis' his named seethed with disease and sorrow and she would exact her revenge. However, for the time being she had to cure Pupo, but how?

Nylia suddenly remembered Adarani and knew that she would be able to help. "All of you, concieve children and if a God by the name of Aspestis comes, don't listen to a word he says," Nylia said flying away with Pupo, following Adarani's energy source, until eventually she made it to the islands Adarani resided in. She couldn't find Adarani so she went to her monastry. "Adarani, I request your assistance!" Nylia shouted out hoping she would hear. "My creation has been struck with a disease and I need you to cure him!" Nylia shouted some more.

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Genocide slowly shook his head at Adarani's generous request. "No. I think that isn't- wait," he said as a sudden sinister shine appeared in his eyes. This girl wasn't just the goddess of healing and love. She also controlled the fertility of all living beings and if she was so willing to offer help, it would be rude to refuse it. "There is something I'd ask of you, gentle one," he cooed softly as he turned and pointed to the krul emerging from the forests, soaked in blood and carrying a heavy load of meats, fats and skins on their backs. "My crimson brood finds themselves already thriving and ready to bring wonderful little children into the world but alas, I fear for them." He began to pace around the goddess for a moment before stopping next to her and wrapping one arm around her shoulder before continuing. "My enemies are many and I fear my clumsy hands won't be able to make more krul of the same quality fast enough. So I'd ask you this: bless their women with fertility so they may birth many children quickly. Otherwise..." He let out a sad little sigh, trying not to force it too hard. "My dear bloodchildren won't live to see the world and all it's beauties."

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((Forever, it looks like circumstance dictates the conversation end in this post. We'll still have the rest of the plan to put into effect, don't worry! XD Poor Adarani! This is one of those moments where people take advantage of her compassion!))

Ahuv and Benjamiir

Ahuv noticed the Goddess of Revenge shouting for Adarani to help. "Milady is currently conversing with another immortal, on the island next to us. She should be here, soon. The conversation seems to be almost done. I can hear them from all the way over here."

One attempt from Benjamiir at a message to Acanthus, and it seemed the God of Wisdom was busy with something. He could only hope he received the message. If not, then nmo immortal would know abut the prophecy.

Adarani

Adarani listened intently at Genocide's request. The poor woman did not even suspect he was scheming. "Of course!" Closing her eyes again, Paradise powder came down from the sky and sprinkled all over the female Krul, blessing them with healthy wombs which can reproduce without much difficulty. Once she did what was requested, the powder stopped coming, and the Goddess opened her eyes to look upon Genocide's eyes, smiling her innocent smile. "That should do it! I better go! Nylia is over at the monastery, and needs something!" She gave him a small hug. "See you later!" Letting go, Adarani turned into a dove and flew over to the monastery.

During that flight, it occurred to her: she was developing romantic feelings for Genocide. It was only the first time they conversed, and already Adarani had a crush on him. Her thoughts began to fill with what could possibly happen between them. For all she knew, it could be one-sided. Pondering over the matter would have to wait. Nylia needed her help, and she was gong to give it. She landed behind Nylia and reverted back to her humanoid form.

"Where is this creation of yours that is infected, Nylia?"

She then noticed the person in her hands. Adarani walked over to and placed a hand on Pupo, a smile on her face. "This may tickle a bit."

"But, Asp--"

Before Pupo could say anything, Adarani already worked on the cure. Her beads glowed silver, her hand covered in pure Paradise light. Once the operation was over, Pupo looked around to see that it was the monastery all three indiiduals involved were in.

Adarani looked up at Nylia. "That should do it!"

((Again, Follower, Don't go overboard conquering other islands within the area. XD ))

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Luckily, Adarani came and healed Pupo for her. While she was healing Pupo though Nylia sensed that the presence of the person Adarani was talking to was quite odd. It felt like something she hadn't felt since a long time ago...Genocide. Once Adarani was finished Nylia thanked her but she still had a look of confusion and shock on her face. "Adarani, thank you for your healing, but be warned, if Genocide hurts my people, I will not be as calm as I was on our first encounter. I will rally all of the Gods and together, we shall kill him," Nylia warned threateningly. However, she felt as though Adarani liked him...possibly even more as a friend. "However, seeing as he has not done anything yet I shall not tell anyone and won't attempt to persecute him," Nylia said smiling. She wasn't sure if her intuition was correct so she kept quiet for now, perhaps she was wrong...

With that, Nylia flew away back to the caves along with Pupo. Once she made it there she began creating again. "Pupo, because you displayed such naivety and irresponsibility, you are no longer the leader of this tribe," Nylia said sternly. "Yes, milady, but, Aspestis told me that I would still honor you more than him...I-I don't know what came over me," Pupo said disappointingly. "However, seeing as you are the eldest and you have the best relationship with me, you shall be their priest and oracle and spread my word," Nylia said calmly, creating two more creations, once she was done and gave them life through her kiss she told them their purpose. "You two are the leaders of this tribe, as such you will only be permitted to have three children, and at your deathbed you may choose which one may take your place," Nylia said. Then she directed their attention to every one. "From now on you shall hide in the shadows, no one may know of your existence, and if any God may approach you, you must run and ignore them, especially if they're named Aspestis. If a mortal approaches you run or kill it. However, if you're good hiders we shall not have this problem," Nylia said strictly to the Amares.

Then she got to work on another weapon. She finally created a large club with spikes protruding from the top of it. Nylia was angry that the God Aspestis did this to her, and it was obvious that the other Gods were too busy with personal matters to notice the epidemic at hand. Nylia flew from her domain, anger bursting through her eyes, looking for disease and death. Eventually, she found a murky looking area, populated by once beautiful, grotesque creatures. But some of them were actually happy, but those were only the ones that embraced the disease, those who didn't suffered. She went to one of the suffering, asking if it wanted revenge. "Yes please, I didn't even want this, it was spread to me through reasons I don't even know," said a sad squirrel, the size of a bear telepathically. "Very well then, who do you wish me to exact revenge upon dear creature?" Nylia asked. "Aspestis, and my brethren who spread this to me-" the squirrel said, unable to finish its sentence for it had died.

Nylia was enraged. Normally, she would have been more logical about the matter, but Aspestis not only diseased the creatures of this land but her own as well, and Nylia was not going to stand for it. She knew that now she was with child, and she didn't want the world they were born in to be infected and destructive. Also, in a more logical view, if Aspestis was not stopped, this disease would be just as bad as Malus' flames. So, Nylia drew some blood from the squirrel who wished to have revenge and lifted her heavy club and began thrusting it at the animals and plants, smashing them loudly with her vengeful club. With each swing she also shot out black razor sharp slices of redeeming energy so that many plants and animals that weren't smashed with her club would be cut with her energy. There were still many more animals and plants to destroy though, unfortunately enough for her...

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Adarani tilted her head when she saw how confused Nylia looked. She was about to ask what was wrong when Nylia spoke. These were the exact words:

"Adarani, thank you for your healing, but be warned, if Genocide hurts my people, I will not be as calm as I was on our first encounter. I will rally all of the Gods and together, we shall kill him. However, seeing as he has not done anything, yet, I shall not tell anyone and won't attempt to persecute him."

Those words placed the poor young goddess in a state of internal panic as she stood in total shock listening to the entire threat. They're going to kill him? Oh, no! They can't! There is good in him! I felt it! When Nylia left, Adarani did her best to not let her fear control her. There is good in him... There is good in him... Immediately, she got to work on her first mortal race.

For the males, she created wings with brown and white patterns that vary with the individual. Their muscles were lean and strong, capable of combat should they need to defend themselves. Their torsos were covered with brown feathers, the legs with short brown fur which looked like leather to untrained eyes. The skin on the arms, neck, hands, feet, and face remained bare. Adarani clothed them in the cloth she had prepared, colored a light shade of brown while trimmed with a dark shade of blue.

The females' figures were modeled from Adarani's own, except stronger so they could fend off assailants. Their wings contained the colors brown and light blue, each pattern unique from the next. Their torso feathers were purely white, the leather-like fur on their legs light blue, like some of the feathers on their wings. The females' clothes of cloth were forest green with trims a lighter shade of blue than that on their male counterparts' clothing.

Adarani looked upon her creation, thirty-five males and thirty-five females, and grinned from ear to ear. "I am Adarani, your Goddess. I created you so you may bring hope to those who have none. You are to heal whomever you see who requires healing, be an advisor on relationships for those who wish you to be, and ensure the harvests worldwide are plenty. When you go on your travels, take only what you need, and nothing else. Should an individual offer a reward for helping them with their woes, help them but reject what is offered, for what good is an act of kindness when people put a price on it? When offered a place to stay, be courteous to your host, because you are not only representing yourself, but also your people, thus you represent me. Though you know how to use your body in battle, do so only when your life is in danger, and try to keep your assailant alive in the process. Answering death with death is an act which brings more hate to this world, something which contradicts all that is needed for peace and prosperity. Should one of you hold a grudge, settle it quickly and peacefully so that you do not bring harm to others. These are my teaching and commands to you, my Vitaiim. Keep them and you will receive my blessings."

"Yes, milady!" The Vitaiim said in unison.

"Jordiik, come forth." A female Vitaiim whose Wings had a four-pointed star and heart on each arrived at Adarani's feet. The Goddess place a hand on her shoulder. "You are to be the Grand Abbot of Agriculture. You are in charge of ensuring all Vitaiim perform their duties with plants and animals efficiently. Teach your students all you know so they can teach others how to work the land. Your desk and seat of authority shall be in within the First Sacriran House of Farmers. I shall impart my knowledge on this matter to you. Davu?"A male Vitaiim with a cross of thinm leaves for his wing pattern stepped forth for Adarani to place her other hand on his shoulder. "You are the Grand Abbot of Medicine. You take charge of all the reports and organization for finding cures, to which end I will guide you. Your students shall be instructors on how to heal your fellow mortals, be it in pain, injury, or other sorts of suffering you find. Your desk and seat will reside in the First Sacriran Infirmiry. You and the Grand Abbot of Agriculture have equal jurisdiction in matchmaking. You two shall collaborate on requests from each fellow Vitaiim who wishes to court another. Only by mutual agreement will you decide whether it is done." Adarani lifted her hands and motioned for everyone to go. "All of you who shall travel, get ready for your journeys. You have plenty of work to do."

At once, all the Vitaiim got to work, gathering their materials and equipment. Some worked the fields of the monastery, some gathered equipment to use when healing, and others busied themselves writing down their knowledge which Adarani implaced in them. Ten Vitaiim, five male, five female, volunteered to go out into the world. Adarani gave her blessing and sent them off, each flying a different direction into the mainland.

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Adarani could feel the suffering of many individuals from far away. This alarmed her, so she turned into a dove and traveled to where it was comng from. Sure enough, when she landed and reverted back to her humanoid form, diseased creatures were everywhere. she noticed Nylia and Braun in the distance. She could feel the infections beginning to take effect on her siblings. She ran over to them and shouted, "Hold still! This may tickle a bit!"

When she got within talking dfistance, she lifted her hands and the Paradise energy of Healing within her began to glow all over her body. She connected with the bacteria she sensed and felt it vanishing, unable to take so much energy swelling from her. She also healed some of the creatures around her, as well, granting them healing abilities so to assist her. Surely enough, more and more creatures began to cure and be cured.

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Acanthus

There were white robes among the many clouds of Paradise. Acanthus’ view shifted upward and he could only fall under the glory of the All Father. Such power and glory reigned down from the Higher One. He looked away from the blinding glory and back at the table. It was clear to him that these were not gods, but mortals or something near it.

Then Acanthus’ vision blurred, on the table he saw a Great War. The two sides, one a large army of darkness, the other seemed to be filled with all of the races of the gods. War spread throughout the land as the two forces fought. But none of the soldiers fell. Even as their limbs were ripped from their bodies, they would regrow and the fallen soldiers would fight again. Out of the maelstrom came the sound of newborns crying.

After that vision faded, he saw another god, or what seemed to be one. It named itself Justice and said that it would cause no harm to Mathias. The thing then proceeded to call Acanthus a ‘seedling’ as if it were somehow higher. While Acanthus agreed with the need for law, such rudeness was not appreciated.

Acanthus said nothing to Justice and released his grip on the magic that held him in the mind of his brother when the creature said to be gone. He shook his head slowly as Mathias asked if he had seen the same visions.

“I think not. But I did see much worth sharing. The creatures that sat at your round table? They were indeed created beings. Yours, I assume.” He stood at the sound of someone entering the Library. He continued more quietly. “Justice speaks, and it resides within you.”

As Sanguine approached closer, Acanthus sent off an answer to the Prachian who had sent him the vision. “I see war and pestilence. I see soldiers fall in battle only to rise again. This war will never end and the only winner seemed to be disease and the malice in the heats of the soldiers…” He paused as Sanguine said that it had a question.

“What is it you need child?” He asked politely.


Whisrul and Xin

They both bowed low towards the king. “We apologize for scaring your warriors.” Xin said calmly. “They do not seem to understand. We cannot communicate but in the thoughts of others.”

Whisrul popped in. “Yeah, it’s not like we have mouths or anything you know? Besides, I can’t read your thoughts or anything. This is just how we talk.”

Xin cocked its head at its partner. “Must you be so rash? We are in the presence of royalty.”

Whisrul laughed. “Royalty! Just last week I talked to a god! Why do we need to do anything special for other mortals like us?”

Xin smacked Whisrul on the back of its head again. “Fool! All you are going to do is compromise our mission! Silence yourself.”

Whisrul said no more but conjured a gallon of water above the head of Xin. It released the spell, sending the cascade right onto Xin’s back. Xin looked at Whisrul and conjured a flame, but in a burst of self-control it simply put the flame out and turned towards the king, completely ignoring Whisrul.


Fen

The werewolf seemed a bit surprised but Fen raised its hands in a peaceful gesture. “It’s great to meet you Njin! I’m Fen-oops! Silly me, I already said that. Anyways, I’m here for you! Well, not…just you but all of you. I mean all of you werewolves! And the Ossis of course. The Ossises? The Aussies?"

It looked around, noticing that Njin was, in fact, the only werewolf in the immediate vicinity. “Anyways...I’d like to help you, or teach you, or really just be with you all. I feel like that’s what I’m meant to do…You understand?”



Jute

The Child awoke upon luscious sands. She looked around and stretched, catching her bearings. Her heart told of a problem in her land in the Inferno, but she dismissed it as the ramblings of a corrupted child god. The sword told of new mortals and almost slicing into the flesh of a god. Almost, but not quite because its wielder had sheathed it and caressed the god instead.

Jute clenched her fists in disgust. If she wanted something done, she would have to do it herself. She began to walk in a random direction, wondering where she might go and what she might meet when up in the sky she saw flashes of bronze and gold. Metal mortals? She thought to herself. This is interesting.

She waved her arms at the flying creatures. “Hey! Down here!”

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The war god was unsure how to act when the little figure wrapped her arms around him and hugged him tightly. The motion was one of comfort and affection, concepts alien to his mind so set upon the harm of others. It was a bizarre show of weakness and foolhardy emotions that only proved to leave you open for a blow. And yet he felt yearning when she let go and made her leave, the warmth from the embrace still clinging to his steely shell as he yearned for it not to leave him. He moved in a daze as he made his way back to the lip of the volcano, sitting at it's edge as he let the heat consume all feeling. After a short spell, his mind was clear as well as his purpose. War would still come but it would have to be taken to another. There was too much at risk if battle were brought here but there was always fresh challenge for others to offer up. He had given his opposition plenty of time to create their pawns. As strategies and plans began to form in his mind, the bright face of the young goddess crept into the back of his mind. A mix of affection and detest rose in his chest as his mind refused to cast aside the image. Unable to get rid of it by force, his devious mind came to a wonderful conclusion: he'd focus on it. The Great Warmarch would have much blood spilled, battle fought and many, many trophies to take. What trophy could possibly be better than the hand of the fairest goddess of the realm? The dark warlord's mind was like an arrow and it had found it's target.

The Krul

The crimson warriors were incredibly quick to pick up on what the master had taught them in their birth. Already they had made rough clothing of hides, tools and shelter from beast parts, wood and stone and even fire for them to cook succulent meats upon. The krul who had spoken to the metal master had been named leader and given the name Skir. He in turn helped to name the other nine First Ones as well as as the beasts they so enjoyed hunting and slaughtering. A particular favorite among the group was a species of hefty dark furred brutes with four strong legs tipped with hooves and four massive tusks jutting out of their maw. Skir had killed his fair share of them alone and had even captured a particularly nasty one that he had taken to riding after he had broken it. They lived a simple life as they trained and hunted, two of the women being able to do less and less as they quickly became burdened with child. That's when the third male named Malgren approached the other telling of a strange beast in the forest. A creature of dark skin and few features that give off an aura of unease. A foreigner. An invader. Not wasting another moment, the warband of eight gathered their weapons and marched to where it was seen with Skir and his boar beast on point.

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The Vitaiim

Jordiiv and Davu kept the rest of the Vitaiim within the monastery organized in Adarani's absence. A male Vitaiim, Saulkovte, had already asked if he could court one of the females, Hagarguum. The two Grand Abbots discussed the matter in private, within the nearly-empty Circle of Abbots, a room within the First Sacriran Hall to be used in the future for meetings between all Abbots from each monastery, the one in existence destined to be at the head of Vitaiim society.

Jordiiv pondered for a moment. "Well, from what we have seen, Saulkovte is rather gentlemanly."

Davu nodded in agreement. "And Hagarguum can be a little mischevious, at times, which could add some flavor to Saulkovte's life. Not only that, but she also has an extremely bright and creative mind, a compliment to Saulkovte's attention to detail and resourcefulness. I see a bright future for them."

"Agreed." Jordiiv grinned from ear to ear. "They will both make great Abbots, now that I think about it. It would be a shame if they were to be put in separate monasteries, on different islands."

"Indeed. They seem to have a liking for each other, too."

Another moment of discussion, and it was decided. Hagarguum was summoned prior to the Grand Abbots showing up in front of her and Saulkovte. Jordiiv informed them that the request was granted. Davu added to it: the pair were to set up a monastery on an island north of them and be its Abbots. Ahuv and Benjamiir assisted with building that monastery, resulting in the first one, the leading one, renamed by Jordiiv and Davu as the Central Vitaiim Monastery. The monastery to the north of it was empty of Vitaiim, save Hagarguum and Saulkovte, who spent their days together in the fields, enjoying every moment as they brainstormed ideas, tested them, and delighted when those plans worked, reporting the results to the Grand Abbots whenever they found time.

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While Braun and Nylia battled on through the hordes of the sick and dying the King of the Centaurs stared down at the peculiar servants of the God of Magic still uncertain of their purpose in his kingdom. Lorio put his hand to his brow in irritation to their constant bickering. After their quick exchange he put his hand up silencing them.

"Enough... Cease your endless bickering."

He said with a sigh before continuing.

"To what point and purpose have you entered the boundaries of my kingdom? Who has sent you on this errand?"

King Lorio asked, his intelligent mind already moving a few paces ahead as he began to consider the implications of this meeting. If these two were truly sent by whom he thought they had been sent by then that would mean a whole new avenue of power could be open to his people. He needed only conformation from the two envoys.

Meanwhile back at the blighted land of Aspestis Braun and his sibling laid waste to any forces before them, all the while their dutiful sister ensured their good health. Braun caught a screaming, twisted creature no bigger than the size of a young man. The creature had a wild looked in his eyes as the delirium from whatever disease ailed him wracked his mind and body. It's teeth were sharp like a hundred needles in his mouth and his skin was blackened as if it had rotted through. Braun had one hand wrapped around it's thin neck, keeping him from biting distance as the creature sporadically went into convulsive spasms in his grasp. Braun put him down hard by slamming his frail body into the ground with such force small cracks erupted in the earth from the point of impact. The God of Strength then looked up and drove forward. With a balled up fist he landed a massive uppercut on an advancing monster. The blow was so mighty that the creature was sent sailing through the air and far into the clouds beyond. Braun laughed heroically before combating the next threat. A slithering snake beast, dripping with pussy filled legions wrapped it's self around Braun, hoping to suffocate him but attempting to hold the God of Strength enthralled was more monumental then trying to reach the sun. Braun tore himself from the beasts grasp before he pummeled it into the dirt.

Braun turned to see Naylia doing quite well against the advancing forces. Swinging her club, beating back all who advanced. It was quite impressive for one Braun had not originally seen as a warrior type. No sooner had the thought crossed his mind had a howling wolf beast with a lizards tail and gaseous smoke pouring from it's jaws leapt out of the brush. From behind his sister this creature attacked, looking to wrap it's diseased maw around the back of her neck. The wolf beast, however, never got the chance. Braun and launched himself through the air to tackle the beast right in the middle of it's lunge. The two came crashing down in the dirt where Braun set loose upon it with a flurry of close quarters punches, elbows and knees. The beast relented to the onslaught quickly and lost consciousness from the torrent of forceful blows. Braun got to his feet to see the advancing horde. There were not many left but Braun's mind told him that Aspestis would just keep launching foes at them if they did not make short work of them now and reach their master. Braun smiled boldly as he strode up a step in front of his sister, fists clenched on either side of him.

"We have business with your master, demons. Saddly we cannot afford to play with you any longer."

He said before bringing his fists up above his head. With a roar Braun brought his fists down hard on the ground in front of him. Such force wracked the land that the very ground trembled beneath the might of the god of Strength. The massive blow could be felt all across middle realm as The God of Strength put his namesake on display. The blow caused the earth to split before him creating massive crevices to appear in the ground and shoot forward along the earth at terrifying speeds. The shock wave from the blow alone launched most in front of the two gods well off their feet. The others succumbed to the violent shaking of the earth or fell into the deep cracks that formed from the might of Braun.

The God of Conquest got to his feet, pleased with his work as the earth finally stopped it's shaking. The creature army now defeated he turned to his two sisters with a fiery grin.

"Let us pay a visit to our kin eh?"

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Adarani nearly fell on her back when she was thrown into mid-air by the impact of Braun's blow to the ground. Thankfully, her dexterity and grace enabled her to land on her feet as she continued her healing powers. The army of disease was defeated by the time Adarani knew it was safe enough to open her eyes, still using a bit of her energy to keep her two siblings healthy.

Her eyes widened as she heard that they were about to visit one of their own family. "O-okay! Right behind you!"

Ahuv and Benjamiir

Ahuv felt the presence of a child on a nearby island. He extended his wings and said to Benjamiir, "I'll be but a moment! There is someone who may be stranded!"

Benjamiir nodded. [/b]"I can handle matters here until you return."[/b]

The Blue Crane flew on over immediately following Benjamiir's assurance. His eyes spotted the little girl, seemingly much younger than his mistress, on the beach. Once his eyes focused hard enough, Ahuv made ready to land, swooping down in a circle. He landed next to the fragile-looking child, and picked up an aura of a mortal, yet he could not figure out who created her, or even her parents, if she had any. Perhaps Adarani did not meet the diety, yet.

Ahuv released his calming aura to sooth the little girl while saying, "Greetings, child! What are you doing here in the Sacriran Islands, all alone? isn't any of your family around? Brothers? Sisters? Parents?"

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Braun marched off at a quick jog like pace. His sisters close behind him The God of Strength pushed further into the domain of the one who was the source of disease in the world. The one whose essence brought upon plague and illness. It was the one who fed upon the suffering of the weak and dying that Braun marched off towards now. The God of Strength, Goddess of Vengeance and Goddess of Healing were here to bring a stop to this plague, to halt the efforts of a sibling they had yet to meet. Adarani came to heal this land as well as the afflicted. Nylia came to avenge those who had fallen to this sickness and punish the one responsible. Braun came for the glory of defeating this threat of darkness and to protect the helpless.

The three sibling Gods were forced now to look upon the nightmarish sight of their siblings hideous home. A tower like castle, grotesque in nature loomed before them. I was pale in color like the skin of the dead. The walls were comprised of a mix match of rotted woods, decaying plant life and horrid animal remains. Most terrifying of all was that many of the inhabitants of the walls yet still lived. Their moans of agony granted unto the castle a ghastly chorus, the musical of the damned. The very air surrounding the tower was rank with disease and sickness. The air was stagnant with the scent of decay and disease causing all in the party to begin feeling overwhelmed by the stench and the thick fumes. Braun grunted in distaste as he brought the back of his hand to wipe his nose as if to brush away the scent but to no avail. If it wasn't for healing aura of Adarani the trio would have been overtaken by the pure sickly air surrounding the castle. The idea of falling not to some great enemy but to a disease that cannot even be fought was a horrendous fate to consider for the mighty God of Conquest.

Braun stepped forward, protectively taking his place in front of his sisters as he stared up at the tower where his kin resided. His eyes stared deeply into the home of his mysterious family member. He could feel their power within as they could no doubt feel his. He came here to fight and fight he shall.

"ASPESTIS! YOUR KIN HAVE COME!"

Braun roared out to his sibling within the walls of their home. His voice took on a hint of the great roar of his lion form, filling the halls of the castle with ferocious, strength. His challenge had been made, now for the response from the Lord of Despair.

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Foteea

The goddess of the forge continued to view the activity in the other parts of the middle realm through her panels. She shook her head at the sight of her siblings fighting again. No doubt that there would soon be another trial, which she wanted nothing to do with. She looked at the twelve silver sickles that were the gifts for the winged farmers, but would wait for their matron to return before bringing them. Instead, she lifted her newly made adornment for the God of wisdom's staff, a silver owl. Picking it up, she used her portal once again, this time heading to her room in the grand hall. Foteea emerged from the embers, left her room, and entered Acanthus' library. "Greetings, wise one, I never had the chance to properly thank you for your hospitality. I come bearing a gift," The goddess said as she presented the silver owl. After presenting it, she noticed the androgynous god that was also in the room. "Um... I apologize if I interrupted anything."

Brigit

As she and her brother continued on their journey, Brigit heard a shout from below and saw small mortal child waving at them. Before the thought of investigation registered in her head, Kass was already descending to meet her. As Brigit landed, her brother was already battering the child with questions. "Hi there, miss! My name is Kass, what is your name? What is your favorite color?" He asked in rapid succession, and then licked her on the face. He gagged after his tongue met with her flesh and shouted, "Eww, you taste nasty!" Before proceeding to spit and attempt to scrape the taste off of his tongue with his talons.

Brigit simply shook her head before saying, "Serves you right, you know better than to lick people..." She turned to speak to both the child and the blue crane that had recently landed. "I apologize for my brother, he is a bit... Odd. And he forgets his manners!" She accented the last of her words by glaring at Kass. The Gyrnix bowed her head in getting before introducing herself, "My name is Brigit, an honor to meet you both."

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#, as written by Gypsy
Aspestis saw through the eyes of the diseased that they were no match for the attackers at all, and another had come, but her attacks were much more worse than the attacks of the others, for she tore away Aspestis's connection towards It's children. Aspestis was saddened and angered for this having had happened. Aspestis sent the most powerful and beautiful children in the god's arsenal, but they would either be pummeled to death, vaporized, or the most horrendous thing Aspestis could think of, remove the gift of disease from one of It's children. Aspestis tossed and turned in It's at this horrendous nightmare, for the young god could no longer feel those that had been killed, not even in the Inferno and for the ones cured, It only wished It could give them the disease once again at a later time.

The battle between powerful beings and plagued creatures seemed to go on forever, but then Aspestis saw one of them say something, It couldn't hear for It could only sense the creatures themselves and what they saw, but none of the other senses like hearing. Once the hulkish man had stopped talking, it pounded upon the ground, sending a large quake around the world. The tremor was close enough and strong enough for Aspestis to have felt it while sleeping. The god woke up, but only managed to get half awake, for It was still tired from creating It's kingdom and was also bad in mornings. The god sat up in bed, glad to be rid of that terrible nightmare. It sat there contemplating the nightmare for a bit and tried to reach out for It's children and saw that a great deal of them were gone! The nightmare had followed Aspestis into reality and the god wanted to cry in anguish at losing it's children. The god was also incredibly angry, to have It's beautiful and wondrous creations to be killed for no apparent reason at all. Then the god remembered the attackers and knew that it must do something about them.

But what would I do?! The large, brutish man could most certainly beat me into the ground until I was merely bits and pieces unable to function and then some. The beautiful woman with the dangerous looking weapon with an even more dangerous usage could possibly turn me into nothing but ash and memories like it did to my poor children. And that innocent looking child, she might do something absolutely more horrendous than that. She could possibly deny me of disease and possibly take away suffering! Oh, woe is me for having powerful attackers, but this is not right! Why would the come, destroy my kingdom and kill my blessed, lovely children?! I must confront them and demand to know why they've done what they've done. Perhaps they had a good reason, perhaps they're destructive beings meant for- And that's when the god heard the roar, it was a roar that would have brought Aspestis to It's knees were It standing. This was a great, mighty, animalistic yet some how royal, roar that said, "ASPESTIS! YOUR KIN HAVE COME!" This is what finally pulled Aspestis from It's half sleeping state to fully awakedness and then some. After a moment, Aspestis finally realized they were indeed It's kin by finally managing to sense their power.

My kin?... My kin! The ones I was trying to impress are angered by me in some way! Oh what have I done?! I attacked them and didn't even stop to consider why they were so powerful. I was just so angry that they invaded my lands and killed my- no. There is no excuse! I should have wondered why they were so powerful. I should have attempted to sense them and not be so proud that I would ignore all else and pay attention to only my creations. This is my fault, so I must take responsibility. But why would they destroy my children? Bah, no foolish thoughts! They are my kin and they would most certainly have good reason to. Maybe I've angered them in some way, or perhaps they didn't believe my creations were worthy to walk this realm. And even if they did indeed do this for nothing, I will forgive them, for they are my family. Anyways, I must go greet them and try to make them feel welcome while I ask them why they've done this.

Having thought it over, Aspestis's thoughts taking only a second, It quickly got up and went towards It's kin. The castle contorted itself to the god's whim as it had before and let It stand as the castle moved Aspestis to It's kin. The beautiful music of suffering filling It's ears while It rode. After a few moments the young god finally reached It's kin. The man, tall and muscular stood proudly glaring at the god, the Woman had murderous intent in her eyes and It was sure she was going to thrash the god if It got too close, then there was the child, which sent a shiver up Aspestis's spine. How could one looking so pure be so malevolent? The young god shook it off and tried to look as humble as possible.

As soon as the young god reached them, It spoke, It's voice seeming to be made of the screams of the suffering, the wails of the despairing and the moans of the diseased all put together into some pattern that could be recognized as speech, and said in a surprisingly gentle, humble, and loving tone, "Brother! Sisters! Welcome to my humble home. I am so terribly sorry for attacking you. I thought you were merely intruders, but my pride and ignorance made me blind to sensing you as family. I'm sure you had perfectly good reason to destroy some of my kingdom and half of my lovely, beautiful children. Did you like them? Probably not since you destroyed them, don't worry I'll try harder to impress you next time, beloved family. Did no one else come? That's a shame, I suppose I will meet them another time. So, how am I doing so far? do you like my castle? I tried to make it as lovely as possible filled with the most joyous sound of suffering and despair. But enough about me, how are you? Brother, you're quite strong, you killed my children as if they were nothing but mere nuisances. Sister, you're looking quite lovely and that is some terrifying weapon you have there, how is it made? And you, sister, you look so innocent and adorable, but I must admit you terrify me. How did you remove the gift I had given my children? It saddens me that you would do so. It seems my family is quite powerful indeed, I hope to one day impress you with the loveliest creation I can make." After that, Aspestis stopped speaking and allowed them to answer, since It realized it was rambling a bit.

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Nylia

Nylia was astounded at the sheer power and ferocity that Braun possessed but was more surprised about how he didn't use it for evil, similarly to some of her siblings. He used it to fight for others and to protect those around him, as he demonstrated when he saved her. Finally, Braun finished off the last of Aspestis' creatures and Braun, Adarani, and herself made their way into the castle. It was obvious that their youngest brother was not a force to be underestimated, so they had to keep their guards up. "ASPESTIS! YOUR KIN HAVE COME!" With that, Aspestis suddenly appeared.

He reminded her of Kreios in that he didn't understand that what he was doing was wrong and harmful, but he seemed intelligent enough to learn. "No Aspestis, what you did was wrong. Though some may accept your gift, some do not and it just gets spread to them. Some don't even know that the gift you give them would be disease and because of that they suffer. Just heed this warning, if your diseases touch any of my people, any of my followers, any God close to me, or any mortal that requests me to reap vengeance for them, I shall, so tread cautiously." Her voice booming with stern anger. Hopefully the message went across, and he would stop his ways.

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Braun stood there in utter confusion as his sibling stepped out of their home to greet him and his sisters. There standing before them was a figure with a deathly white mask and a long black coat. Crimson gloves adorned their hands and the aura of suffering radiated from them. The God of Suffering and Disease in all their ghastly splendor stood before their grotesque castle asking questions that to Braun sounded quite mad indeed. They asked if Brauna and the others were pleased with their creations. They asked if any had found their home beautiful. Braun wondered what beauty could be found in such a horrible place. What joy could one find in a place filled with so much death. Then there was those horrific beasts they battled through. Aspestis called them children... What horrible abominations they were yet Aspestis loved them just the same. Either mad or devoted Aspestis was one Braun struggled to wrap his head around.

His confusion cooled the fire in his heart from the battle. It waxed away the lust for combat. The concept of punishing this wayward sibling seemed an ill thought out plan now as Braun looked upon his welcoming family member. The God of Strength rubbed the back of his neck, uncertain of what his next action should be as he cast a quick glance at his sister Nylia for direction. Nylia, however, was at no loss for words. She strode forward with purpose and determination as stern anger filled her voice with strength.

"No Aspestis, what you did was wrong. Though some may accept your gift, some do not and it just gets spread to them. Some don't even know that the gift you give them would be disease and because of that they suffer. Just heed this warning, if your diseases touch any of my people, any of my followers, any God close to me, or any mortal that requests me to reap vengeance for them, I shall, so tread cautiously."

Braun cast a wary look from Nylia, to Apsestis then back to Nylia. He half expected her to strike her but no action was taken. Braun may not have been able to see Apsestis' facial features be he guessed they were still trying to understand their wrong doings. As he struggled to understand their motives, Aspestis was no doubt doing the same with the actions taken this day by Braun and his sisters.

"Aspestis..."

Braun began taking a step forward, his voice considerably less cold than his sisters yet still held a regal authority native to his animal form.

"... We only thought to protect those not yet afflicted from your touch. Your reasons are your own yet you must understand. Those who feel your embrace, whose bodies are wracked by the plague you spread. They suffer and do not wish to be afflicted so. Many wish for life, wish for strength to carry on. Do you not think I hear them? Their cries and pleas for aid? God of Strength does not mean only physical strength, but also the strength to carry on when the task seems insurmountable. It is I who hear the pleas of the weak when those you afflict fall to their knees and call out for the strength to fight on in order to find health once more. To beat back this disease so they may one day see their families again, march into battle alongside their brethren, feel a lovers embrace. These things are robbed of them if they are forced to accept your... gifts... You are kin, regardless of your actions that fact remains and as blood to me I ask only for your understanding. In return I promise the same."

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He had a time doing nothing when he realized that Amentia wasn't there, Trelàs stood to go look for him since was a little interested in what could be doing the stone monster that the God had given life, the earth shook and there was a big fuss once Trelàs reached the northernmost place in the land of the fog, the God began to clap and laugh when his multiple eyes witnessed the spectacle in front of a building area that for now wasn't in the interest list of Trelàs.

One of the servants of the Mage, the black things, one very different from the others was fighting against Amentia, fragments of the Monster flying all over the place while the black thing attacked with powerful spells that didn't have much accuracy because of the fog, to Amentia the Fog was no problem but the bulky Prachian defended himself with magical barriers from the monster physical attacks, one of the spell reached one arm that fell to the ground broken, Amentia was furious and from his eye came out yellow rays that were useless to the magical defense of the guardian, The fog around Amentia began to turn purple.

Trelàs swept the place with his left hand which grew enough to beat both beings, the purple mist was dangerous to living things especially for their minds so Trelàs interrupted the fight thinking on Senri safety, he didn't wanted for them to die before doing something interesting, he also was interested in what was doing the black thing in that place, it meant that the Old Wise had something against Trelàs?, that was interesting in one way or another, the mouth on his hand absorbed the purple mist while Amentia rebuilt his arm.

The Prachian don't attacked anymore and stood still while Trelàs toss Amentia a few feet away, "What are you doing here?" Trelàs asked, depending on the reply the God could destroy it, he hadn't destroyed anything alive before so he was a little interested in the process, "My Lord, I was created by Acanthus to protect this place of mortals, that is-" Trelàs concentrated on the built, it showed majestic, worthy of the Wizard "I will change it", put his left hand on the stone wall and started to grow covering the whole structure that began to change in bizarre ways both inside and outside, once he removed his hand, the strange structure was revealed, the entrance was a distorted pentagon and symmetry was a term foreign to the building, the interior had corridors that led nowhere and in some places the ceiling and the floor changed place, "I'm not quite sure how is inside, but there is something that had the aura of Acanthus if you wish to protect it the go ahead" the Prachian entered the structure not knowing whether would go out or not that place, Trelàs decided that will be his house but he would explore it later, for now he didn't feel like doing it.

The God was bored, but didn't last long bored, wanted the gifts offered by the blue bird, to the east also seemed something interesting happen, he didn't chose a room in the home of Acanthus, Trelàs thought for a moment, " Interesting!" His voice echoed through the place as he closed all his eyes, it was the first time since he began to exist that he did something like that and when he opened them again, his vision had changed.

Now he had six pairs of eyes fixed on the front head and now had six heads and six different bodies all of the size of a ten year old boy:
The First had brown skin and two scars on his face, his long black hair was neatly combed and his eyes were green, he was covered with a white mantle.
The Second had short blond hair and golden eyes, wearing clothes that do not cover all the legs and his chest and arms were naked, he had several metal ornaments.
The Third had short black hair like his eyes, he wore a pleated pants and carrying a sharp object made of metal with a sheat.
The Fourth was pale and white hair, silver eyes and markings under them.
The Fifth possessed wings and horns, his skin was gray and his eyes glowed yellow.
The Sixth had silver hair, blue eyes and tiny feathered wings.

"Indeed interesting" spoke The First
"It seems that I can speak independently" said Fifth
"Although I was used to seeing several things at the same time listening to myself is something new," said Fourth
"Heard my thoughts?" asked Sixth
"I-It seems that t-thoughts aren't t-transmitted between f-fragments" Spoken Third
"Let me see... what could I do now?" the Second wondered aloud, the Fragments of Trelàs said unison "I know!" and all dispersed.

First Fragment

First walked quietly, his white robe fluttering in the wind revealing his face at times, wasn't something Trelàs wanted to hide but things turned out that way and the fragment had no urge to change it, he went into the woods where he felt that was the God of the wilderness, the intention of Trelàs was to reclaim the Land the Fog to prevent other discomforts appear and disturb Amentia or the Senri before they develop.

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First hasn't reached his destination when looked something interesting, some ruins and destruction reigned in that place so he stopped to look more closely, Trelàs saw another God there so he approched,

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"Who are you?" Trelàs asked to the stranger.


Second Fragment

Second ran in search of the blue bird, its master promised gifts and the fragment was very fond of these things, unable to contain his joy the blond was jumping and tumbling occasionally, he enjoyed the wind in his face so his speed grew more and more while his metal ornaments made some noises, he soon reached the sea and not far from there was an island, his instinct told him that the blue bird was there so he crossed the sea and reached the beach wet with salt water.

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His eyes tracked the bird next to a rather small female "Blue Bird! I came for my presents!" the shouted to the bird while running, he stopped right in front of the girl and in the process threw her sand "I'm a sixth of Trelàs" introduced himself, in this state the bird would be unable to recognize him.

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"Who are you?" asked the girl, with his full body and the other eyes he probably could see the nature of the girl but now he was divided so was unable to perform that feat.


Third Fragment

Third advanced uncertain of his direction, his hands firmly fastened the sheath of a sword too big for his size, Trelàs walked carefully until he tripped over a root sticking out of the ground in that swampy place,

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The fragment stood up, wiped the dust and continued toward an uncertain destiny, the place was a swamp that was surprisingly not unpleasant, Trelàs was somewhat intimidated and interested in where and who should be it's master he walked until a voice echoed place

"ASPESTIS! YOUR KIN HAVE COME!"

The scream scared him greatly to drop his weapon and an insect entered his mouth, spitting the bug picked up the sword and approached to the group, had been in the room but only knew the name of Braun, the two females that didn't introduced themselved in his presence so he started to follow them quietly, an unknown fourth appeared and began to talk about something relevant with the group but Trelàs couldn't hear very well,

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Slipped between the group and performed trying to attract attention by holding his sword sheath "I-I'm a s-sixth of T-Trelàs" swallow some saliva and said "What do y-you d-do h-here?, W-Who are y-you?" he asked

Fourth Fragment

Fourth went to the fortress of the Mage, he moved jumping instead of walking, when he was halfway he felt slightly pain that didn't correspond with his current state but didn't care because he could see the cause as if would happened to him.

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He hadn't arrived when he saw a strange being that was falling apart, it was interesting so on a whim decided to eat it, his mouth grew and devoured the creature without looking lot and discovered that the taste was disgusting the worst was that he did feel a bit sick but it was still an interesting situation,

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Trelàs reached the tower of Acanthus and entered dodging snow beast that roamed there, he walked through the Great Hall jumped to where he supposed was the Mage, Trelàs was surprised when he saw Foteea alongside the Wise God "Hello Acanthus" he laughed "I'm a sixth of Trelàs, Foteea, Do you remember me?" he made a handstand forgetting the purpose for which he came.

Fifth Fragment

Fifth flew through the skies, Trelàs considered quite interesting that now he could fly so enjoy it to the fullest at least until something made him but didn't delay to recover,

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He swooped when saw something interesting, a lot of rough and muscular beings, they had a reddish skin tone and black hair, Trelàs started laughing while landing on the head of one of them and then jumped over another just for the sake of make a fuss, Trelàs didn't know their God so rose once more and headed toward him, he was big and muscular "I'm a sixth of Trelàs, who the hell are you?", the connection with the rest of his body irritated him at that time:

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Sixth Fragment

Sixth remained in the land of the fog, he had no desire to travel or anything so sat on the head of Amentia who walked in circles aimlessly

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Senri

The First Male felt surprised to receive a name that differed from his brothers, surprised and grateful. Jehtah observed the servant of another god who called himself Sinclaire, his deep voice answered the question of Sinclaire "Our God gave us knowledge and power, yet it hasn't been long since our birth and we almost know extinction" he pointed to to the bodies of the dragons, the fog hid them but didn't matter to the Senri "We still are ignorant and unable to use the gifts that were given to us, can you help us with that?"

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((It's not just one island Adarani has, Fencer. It's hundreds of them. The fragment would have to jump from island to island many times. Did you even read what I said in my very first post in this roleplay, or even what I said in the land claims?))

Adarani

Adarani was startled when Braun called for Aspestis, and even more fightened when that deity appeared. Nylia seemed intent on answering death with death, an abomination in Adarani's eyes. Braun was much more reasonable, though. Aspestis, however, gave her the chills.

When asked how Adarani got rid of the disease, she timidly answered with, "I... I heal others. My energy comes directly from Paradise. All the agony and pain... i-it's just too much... too cruel!"

She was about to say more when she noticed a fragment of Trelas behind her. She began to use her healing aura to keep that healthy, as well. "A fragment of Trelas?" Her head tilted as she wa confused as to how that was possible. "I'm Adarani. Why are you here?"

Ahuv

Ahuv saw two metallic birds land. The male, Kass, licked the child he was tending to. The Blue Crane laughed internally when Kass rubbed his tounge on his talons, considering it was not proper for a bird to lick a person. The female, Brigit, was much more proper, something that made Ahuv wish he behaved the same way. He bowed his head in response to her. "Hello, Brigit, Kass. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I came here because I figured this girl may need help finding her family, if she is lost."

Just then, another child-like figure came that arrived, his sliding stop throwing sand on the girl. When that figure mentioned wanting the gift as well as being a fragment of Trelas, Ahuv nodded. "Fragment of Trelas, I am Ahuv, the Blue Crane. The gift Adarani has for you is prepared for retrieval. Follow me." He turned to the two fellow birds. "I trust you two can tend to matters here." Turning back to the fragment, he said, "If you can fly, follow me."

He flew to the island where the Central Vitaiim Monastery was and waited for the fragment. Once that fragment was in the monastery, too, Ahuv nodded and walked over to a tree that was grown. "The fruit on this tree is for you and your people, fragment of Trelas. Its juice can cure your throat of soarness or any other ailment. It also heals anything else in the body which has vocal chords. This way, whenever you or anyone else hurts their vocal chords or throats while peforming music or singing, you can cure that." The Blue Crane made the fruit fall gently into a single basket, which he picked up and gave to the fragment. "Plant the seeds inside in the spring so you can grow trees of this fruit, called Vocabiln. Should you need help tending to anything you grow, including Vocabiln trees, let Adarani and I know, and a Vitaiim will fly to the Mist to assist with that matter."

The Vitaiim

Saulkovte and Hagarguum soon enough married, Hagarguum pregnant with child. Saulkovte figured it was best if his wife rest while he tended to their monastery himself, since there was nobody else in it, the others over at the Central Vitaiim Monastery on the island to the south. The life of an Abbot was a great honor, yet it had its burdens.

Meanwhile, two more pairs of Vitaiim began courting, one of them setting up a monastery on an island southeast of the Central Vitaiim Monastery. With three monasteries now, the Vitaiim knew Adarani would have to create more of their race. They were patient, however. They realized she was busy.

Abnuutkakt, one of ten Vitaiim currently travelling the mainland, came across a place full of ruins. Perhaps a group of individuals survived the destruction set forth by Malus and were strugling to rebuild their civilization. This meant Abnuutkakt could help someone. Landing, he scanned the area for any inhabitants.

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Ulmo could sense what was happenning up above, beyond his realm. His kin were creating mortals and Ulmo dearly wished to create some as well. He thought of creating mortals to inhabit to see, but he thought better of it. He and sweet Nylia were already in the process of crafting a race sprung from their own loins to inhabit the sea. As he thought, he sensed the presence of another god, weak though it was. He frowned as he saw a few worms attempt to gnaw at his throne. With a wave of his trident, they were vaporized. If he had to guess, they were Kreios' toys. The others gods were outpacing him and he couldn't have that. He willed himself away from his palace.

Along a white sandy beach the god walked, waving his hand over the sand to form mortals bodies that would serve as the vessel of his people's spirits. Some, he gave dark skin with white hair while others he gave fair skin with blonde or black hair. Still others, he gave bronzed skin. Everyone of them, however, were thin and tall with lean muscles like himself, though the women were slighter. The people were meant to be lean and muscular, but never bulky. The women were fair with curves while the men were fair in a masculine way. He gave them ears that curved out and eyes that were either a sea grey or varying shades of blue. They had six digits on each finger for manipulating tools for they were not a race of brute strength. When he was finished, he had created 12 mortals in all, 6 male and 6 female.

"Arise, my followers! Arise my Neleri! You shall be the stewards of the Sea as it meets the earth and air. You shall be might traders and mariners! Your civilization shall be the envy of the world!" Ulmo declared solemnly as they stood up.

They awoke, eyes wide as they beheld their creator and themselves. As of yet, they had no clothing or adornment save that which was given to them by their god. Instinctively, they bowed low and Ulmo smiled at them.

"You are my creations. The people of my favor. The Sea shall ever be your ally for as long as you honor it and myself. I am Ulmo, god of the sea and your lord," he announced. And he proceeded in instructing them upon all that he knew: knowledge of the sea and the coasts and islands that bordered it as well as its creatures and of boats and ships, which had entered his mind since Braun mentioned them. Yet, he knew that he could not complete their education himself, so he created Sea Hawks and wrote messages for his kin.

He sent on one to Acanthus, requesting a Prachian to instruct them in magic, knowledge and wisdom. He sent one to Adarani to send her a few of her people to teach healing and agriculture as well as bless the women so they might be fruitfu. He also asked that they teach his people love. From Nylia, he requested she teach them the art of making love. To Matthias, he requested they teach them of justice and civilization. From Foteea, he requested that she inspire them to learn craftsmanship. Eventually, he left as the Nelri began to construct their village from wood, stone, and the earth around them as well as small ship to fish with which Ulmo would watch over. Small though it was, from this humble village, Ulmo foresaw a vast city, one that would be the envy of the world.

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Aspestis was very confused at It had been told. They don't like my disease? They don't enjoy suffering and despair?... How are my kin so vastly different from me? I don't understand, why do they want me to stop? My dear sister wants none of my disease to touch any one of her people, but who are her people? Were they the two lovers who wished for my gift? I suppose I don't have to spread my gift to the ungrateful, but that only happens on accident... My marvelous, kingly brother believes that I attempt to stomp on my children and take away their hope and strength. I don't do that, I try to give them strength and even purpose through my disease. And my precious, smaller sister seems disturbed by me, but I'm the one disturbed by her. And she says that what I do is wrong, but what is wrong with giving the suffering escape from the negative feelings of it by letting them feel bliss from it? My siblings don't make a lot of sense, but I must at least try to be understanding of them. I must explain myself.

And that's when one of Trelas's fragment appeared. Now this confused Aspestis greatly as well, for the child like being seemed like one of the young god's kin, but he seemed considerably weaker than the other gods, even Aspestis. But then It heard that the child-looking god was a fragment of one of It's siblings. We can do that? Aspestis wondered. It decide to speak to It's new kin that had visited It, the god's voice, still the sound of suffering and despair, but also holding the tone of love, patience, and kindness, "Brother, I am one of your kin, Aspestis. It's a pleasure to meet you... er... Trelas, was it? I am honored that you would come to my home and I wish to speak to you some more, but if you'll excuse me for a few moments, I must explain something to my other kin.

"Mighty brother, I believe you have me confused, for I do not attempt to end the lives of my beautiful children, I try to do almost what you do. I give my disease to those who suffer or those who want it so that I can improve their lives. I try to show them the bliss in suffering and despair, instead of simply the negatives of those emotions. All those who embrace these emotions and also embrace my disease will be strengthened by it ten fold. Why, you yourself witnessed the might of my darling children, even though they were no match for you, you must have at least seen how they were much stronger than they once were. And not all of them despised my gift, in fact a lot welcomed it.

"Beautiful sister, I'm so sorry for affecting your people, but I didn't know who they were. And I indeed asked their permission before giving my gift. I also informed them that they must embrace their suffering for them to feel bliss afterwards. But, if you wish for me to no longer affect your people, I will try my best, but I will not deprive those of your people that wish for disease. Unfortunately, I can make no promises that disease will not spread unto those that don't want them as my disease spreads to whatever it wishes, and I apologize, but I will not cage up my disease and deprive it of freedom. But I must also let you know, I had never given my gift to the unwilling on purpose, for those that disliked it, it was an accident and I apologize. But I didn't know how to remove their disease, so I had to leave them as they were.

"Precious, youthful sister, please explain to me how it's wrong. I've only just gained life and I'm still ignorant of some things. How is it wrong to give a purpose to those with none? How is it wrong to give those suffering, the chance to feel bliss from it, rather than despise it? How is it wrong to give hope to the despairing with my disease? I have given some of those in the Inferno a purpose, hope, and bliss, because they embraced my disease. For they had nothing and were abandoned, but I pitied them and let them see light in the darkness.

"I see that you all want me to stop, but I can only promise to limit myself. I just wish you don't try to stop me. I wouldn't ask any of you to destroy your children, just because they're bothering mine. But I understand that mine may be a bit troublesome, so I will try to come up with a solution for that, but in the meantime, please forgive me of my wrongdoings and those of my children."

((The solution he speaks of is gonna be his new race that he's going to make after this whole meeting is over. Just to let you know.))

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Adarani listened as Aspestis spoke. Her eyes widened as she answered him with, "What do you mean? Everyone has a purpose, big and small. It could be something as simple as companionship, or even something as complex as a duty given." She paused for a moment, thinking on what Aspestis said of the Inferno and a possible solution. She nodded at his apology, smiling a little. "I already have, Aspestis. I am not one to hate."

Just as she was about to look back at the fragment when a sea hawk arrived, ill and hurting. "You are are Adarani, aren't you? I... well first, I don't feel so well..." Adarani healed the bird before he continued. "I bear a message from Ulmo. He requests that you send a few of your people to teach healing and agriculture, plus to bless the women so they can be fruitful."

The Goddess of Love nodded. "I'll go back to the Sacriran Islands as soon as I can and do that. Before you leave..." She placed her hand on the sea hawk's head and light glowed which went inside him. "That should be enough so that you make it back home safely."

"Thank you, Adarani!"

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Braun was satisfied with the outcome of this meeting with this new God. While eerie and ghastly in appearance with a methodology that was truly chilling they were reasonable and well meaning. Braun gave paused to take note of the small boy standing between them claiming to be the God of Madness. Braun smiled warmly at the seemingly young lad before patting his head. Braun's massive hand tousling the small god fragments hair with ease.

"Well met little Trelàs."

Braun said in his trademark friendly demeanor before turning back to Aspestis. He took a few steps forward, closing the distance between the God of Suffering and teh God of Strength. Now Braun the Indomitable stood before his kin, his massive hulking frame eclipsing the frame of his slender relative. Braun looked down at Aspestis, his eyes searching for the truth in the Gods words, he searched for conviction. Suddenly the hand of the God of Brotherhood reached out and clasped the shoulder of the God of Suffering in friendship.

"I may not agree with your methods but I can understand your motives. You seek in your own way to alleviate the pain of mortals. That I can accept, nay I can respect. The strength of your brood is formidable indeed, perhaps those who do pray for your touch deserve what they get, to whatever end that may be. As long as your creations are not a harm to the innocent I will not slay another of your children. Of that you have my word. In turn perhaps the Centaur and the Minotaur will not know the ravages of disease unnecessarily."

Braun locked eyes with his sibling and gave them a warm nod of brotherhood, signifying the allegiance that had just been formed between them, the bond of family. Braun pulled his hand away from his siblings shoulder and turned to walk off.

"I take my leave then, may you and your ilk find glory and honor. Go where the challenge is greatest Aspestis for it is there you will find the most reward."

With that Braun strode past his sisters and brother Trelàs. As he past Nylia he gave her a firm nod as one warrior to another. Nylia had fought beside her when no one else had. Not his brothers nor any mortal warrior had taken up the cause to combat the plague yet she had done so. She had won the respect of the God of Strength this day and his respect was a prize not easily earned.

As the God of Strength disembarked from the home of Aspesits the chieftain of the Minotaur clans knelt at a shrine. Within the darkness provided by the totem lodge Cairne moved to kneel at the shrine he had erected. The lodge was small, a tepee like structure only larger and with two massive tusks pulled from the carcass of a mammoth jutting out of the roof. Within the air was still and calm, almost tranquil in its serenity. A small fire crackled in the center of the lodge filling the interior with soft light and warmth. Cairne was before a depiction of the forest god Cragin. The old minotaur set a hand full of mountain flowers, a silver dagger and snapfrost berries before the shrine as tribute to the God of the Wilds.

"Oh great Hooded One, one who protects the wilds. I am a servant of nature and pray for your blessing. My people pray for your blessing. We seek communion with the natural spirits of this world and seek to protect it from the ravages of those who would do it harm. Grant unto us your favor and we will ever more serve the trees and the mountains. May the rivers never run dry. May the snow never ensnare our calves. May the creatures of the forest continue to grant us their treasures. In your name, Echo I honor you."

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(Double post. Oops)

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Acanthus

The first book was finished being by the pen and another was set in its place. This book was titled “Lyandra.”

Acanthus looked up from his conversation with Sanguine to see the ember god enter the library. Acanthus worried about his books but for a moment when Foteea entered and came up the stairs. She came bearing a gift and Acanthus looked deep into her warm eyes. “Thank you so much darling sister.” He said softly. “Never thought that I might receive a gift, especially not one of this magnitude. I will fit it upon my staff immediately!” And so he put Foteea’s gift upon his staff and it glowed with much brilliance. “This is truly wonderful.”

Then a child-being entered his library and did a headstand. Acanthus was a bit confused until he felt the aura of Trelas about the boy. “You seem to be trying something interesting Trelas.”

Nebious

A bird whistled outside the Hall, too fearful to enter lest it be wounded by the great magic surrounding it. It waited faithfully outside wanting to fulfill it’s duty, but it was in vain. In the end it was found, frozen to death, by a passing pious Prachian.

Nebious wondered at the creature that had come so far from the ocean, and set out immediately to see what was there that drove this creature all the way to the peak of an inland mountain.


Xin and Whisrul

"Enough... Cease your endless bickering." The king said with a sigh. "To what point and purpose have you entered the boundaries of my kingdom? Who has sent you on this errand?"

“The Lord Acanthus,” They both said in unison. “has sent us to your people so that we might teach wisdom and magic.”

“Though,” Xin said roughly, “Usually we come and go by ourselves.”

Whisrul nodded, but said nothing more.

Fen

"Well while I'm sure we aren't in need of it, as of yet. It would be greatly appreciated. Follow me, if you would Fen."

Fen bowed low to its guest. “It would be my pleasure of course.” And followed Njin into the wilds.

Sinclaire

"Our God gave us knowledge and power, yet it hasn't been long since our birth and we almost know extinction. We still are ignorant and unable to use the gifts that were given to us, can you help us with that?"
Sinclaire nodded, and if it had a mouth, it would have smiled. “I would be glad to teach you all that I know. I can teach magic and I can give much wisdom about life and what to do to survive in this world. Where shall we start?”

Laoradah

The Prachian had left a prolonged image of itself in the woods for a long time. As it waited in the tree it prepared itself for battle. It knew that it would have to prove itself before the Krul would accept it. Peace would not be much of an option.

When the Krul finally took the bait it dropped the illusion of its own form and surrounded them with another illusion. This one of large metal bars surrounding them. It dropped to the ground outside of the fake bars. “Greetings Krul. I am a Prachian, and I wish to teach you wisdom and magic. Show me the power you wield. Defeat me, and I will grant you a power even greater. But, I can only bestow that power if I remain alive. Remember that fact.”

Yldrich

Yldrich exited the dragon cave, burnt but but not charred. It shook its head a bit mournfully. The dragons would not accept its teachings. In truth they were more like wild animals than mortals.

Instead of searching for new mortals, Yldrich went away in search of a warm, not dragon filled, place to rest and nurture its wounds in these mountains.

Jute

A bird flew in close to Jute and seemed to release an aura at her. She didn’t feel changed but cocked her head at the bird. She acted startled when it spoke. "Greetings, child! What are you doing here in the Sacriran Islands, all alone? Isn't any of your family around? Brothers? Sisters? Parents?"
Jute spoke, her voice was small and cute, her words dripped like honey from her lips as she smiled at the bird. “Hello little bluebird! My, aren’t you something? How can you talk? What did you do that made everything feel all weird?” She stayed as polite as she could, avoiding the questions of the bird. All the while she felt the stirrings inside of her. She wanted to rip the curious little thing to shreds. She wanted to eat its heart and see if it could watch while she did it.

Then the creatures she had been waving to flew down to her. So mighty they seemed and nearly invulnerable. She wondered what their hearts would look like. One of them came right up to her face and badgered her with questions.
It decided then to do something that it might later regret. It licked her face. She had never felt such disgust or disrespect in her life. It seemed to speak more but Jute had lost herself in her inner thoughts. Her face remained ever peaceful but her mind imagined the many ways in which she would love to torture the beast before her.
Another beast landed and snapped Jute out of her reverie. She apologized and called the other one her brother. Jute began calming her inner turmoil and began to connive and scheme. “Yes, nice to meet you too Brigit. What is it like having to be dragged around by him everywhere?” She said the words light-heartedly, but a special barb had been placed in them. They laid out an even more disturbing question that was left unspoken and yet still rang out ever so loudly. What is it like to lose all of your freedom to that idiot brother of yours?

Another child came and talked to the bird, saying something about being a six. Jute wasn’t interested; instead she kept her cute little eyes focused on the Grinixia. While on the outside she seemed to just be a little sweet girl, on the inside she was intently focusing on what the power of her words would do to the two new mortals before her. She was oblivious to the fact that the child and the bird had left.

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Aspestis thought of what It's sister said for a moment. It completely comprehended what the goddess said, but was a little confused as well. If everyone has a purpose, couldn't the purpose also be to have and spread disease? And if those are not meant to be purposes, then what is my purpose? Am I meant only to steal the fates of mortals? No, no, that can't possibly be it. I'm sure my purpose is as I've said it to be, for me to help the suffering find bliss in their pain and to spread my gift to those that want it. Yes, I'm sure that's my purpose. But still, I must make smaller sister understand what I'm trying to do.

Just as Aspestis was about to make It's comment, Braun started walking towards It in an almost threatening manner. The young god simply stood there, half frozen in fear and half bracing Itself for what could only be a beating to come. As Braun raised his mighty hand, looking down on the God of Suffering, Aspestis nearly flinched when the hand came down to clasp It's shoulder. "I may not agree with your methods but I can understand your motives. You seek in your own way to alleviate the pain of mortals. That I can accept, nay I can respect. The strength of your brood is formidable indeed, perhaps those who do pray for your touch deserve what they get, to whatever end that may be. As long as your creations are not a harm to the innocent I will not slay another of your children. Of that you have my word. In turn perhaps the Centaur and the Minotaur will not know the ravages of disease unnecessarily." That was the first time someone had reached out to Aspestis, instead of the young god reaching towards somebody else. It felt nice, this warmth that the god's older brother seemed to project. "I take my leave then, may you and your ilk find glory and honor. Go where the challenge is greatest Aspestis for it is there you will find the most reward." Then the mighty God of Strength departed, leaving his ignorant younger brother to wonder about this piece of wisdom. Go where the challenge is greatest? If mighty brother says to do it, I shall. Although, I wonder what facing a challenge would do, maybe it can make me better? I don't know, but I will try.

Almost immediately after Braun left, Aspestis's beautiful sister began speaking. "Aspestis, my apologies but I still stand by what I said, if your diseases touches any of those people, you have been warned that I shall fight. Though you may ask if they want to accept your gift, most aren't educated on what it is and don't understand it, so you should not use that as good reasoning. Secondly, the freedom of your disease should be taken away if it is used to harm others, and if you don't believe that to be true then so be it, but let it be known that that is what I believe.Your solution better be good Aspestis, because though you may be getting off with a warning now, I won't be so kind the next time. And with that, the Goddess of revenge left. Oh dear me, she's right! I've given my gift to those who didn't even know what disease is! She's may be half correct about confining my creation, should it harm too many. I believe it should be punished and if the same keeps happening, then I'll confine my child, however much it pains me to do it.

After two of the four gods visiting their younger sibling left, Aspestis realized something. Nobody had told It their name. The young god looked upon It's sister and said, "precious sister, before we begin our discussion from where we left off, please tell me your name. It has just occurred to me that, although you all seem to know my name, I know none of yours. I've only learned Trelas's name, because you all happened to mention it." Once Adarani answered Aspestis's question. he continued. "Thank you very much, dearest sister Adarani. Now, let me ask you a question, couldn't it be possible that the purpose of some, could indeed be to spread disease and gain it? And if not, then what would be my purpose of existing? I was born from the suffering and despair of mortals and I gave them disease to make them stronger. I do not know how, but I was born with the knowledge of disease and if my purpose isn't to spread disease, then what is? I try to allow mortals to see the bliss in pain as I do and for those that do, my disease will give them strength. But, I have indeed at least seen the error of my ways and do as beautiful sister Nylia suggested, I will try to inform them as best I can and I will only give it to those that request it. I hope to have made my intentions clear, precious Adarani." And with that, Aspestis waited for a response, knowing that after this discussion, It will have a chat with Trelas.

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Adarani listened carefully to Aspestis' words, confused as to why it would be. "I... I don't know. This is all new to me." using some of her healing aura to keep the fragment of Trelas safe from infection, she said, "Well, I better go."

She turned into a dove and flew back to her monastery. There, she created more Vitaiim and sent seven to Ulmo's land. Those same Vitaiim sent began teaching the methods used in agriculture, giving advice on relationships, even instructions on thier advanced healing arts, going so far as to teaching how to combat disease. Women's wombs were blessed, and the Viitaiim stuck around in case anyone needed anything.

Meanwhile, Jacobti, one of the first ten to travel the mainland, came across a group of werewolves who looked upon him suspisciously. "I come in peace. I am a Vitaiim, a disciple of Adarani. I arrived to assist with healing and agriculture."

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Nylia

Nylia woke up abruptly. She was surrounded by blood. Her abdomen surged with pain...

She had a miscarriage...

She had lost her children...

Tears formed in Nylia's eyes as she realized what happened. She felt numb, as if she wasn't even attached to the Middle Realm anymore. Her tears grew stronger, and came out faster, she frequently lost her breath as she loudly sobbed in her bed. The children she wanted so strongly weren't with her anymore, and she felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. How was Ulmo going to react? He probably wouldn't want anything to do with her anymore...the gleam in his eyes that she saw him hold at the thought of children...it would be gone...and it was her fault...

No...it was Adarani's fault. She was the Goddess of Fertility, and here Nylia was, no longer with child, surrounded by its blood. Nylia clasped her head into her hands. [i]How could Adarani do this to her? Why would she do it to her?/i] Resentment and hatred grew in Nylia's heart and as her tears began to fade, anger overwhelmed her. She would not come back to her palace unless she held Adarani's head!

She flew off, heading towards Adarani's monastery once again. Though her mind was dead-set on murdering Adarani, in the back of her mind she still worried about how Ulmo would react to her infertility. Once she landed at the monastery she unsheathed her sword, eyes intent on Adarani's. She pointed her blade at the young looking God's neck; though she may have looked sweet Nylia didn't trust her at all. "What have you done, murderous she-beast?" Nylia asked enraged. "How dare you, you've made me infertile, and because of you...BECAUSE OF YOU MY CHILDREN ARE DEAD!" Nylia screamed, sobbing mid sentence as repulsed tears rolled down her face, she had never felt anger quite like this ever before.

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Adarani could sense Nylia coming closer. The young girl was about to greet her when a sword was pointed at her neck. The Vitaiim present, fearing for their matron's life, immediately grabbed whatever they could use as weapons and surrounded the two Goddesses. Adarani, however, did not make a move. She simply listened to her sister' words, assessing the problem. No wonder she's upset! Her hildren are dead and her womb is not the way it should be! Silently, Adarani gently pushed the sword away and placed a hand on Nylia's belly, using Paradise energy to heal the womb and ensure any future children would be born alive and healthy.

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Njin

Njin would erupt from the forest, Fren following, an Ossi man would pass before them riding a large wolf variant bare back. A group of young boys fierce at work training in a strange martial art, their faces grimy and an eerie glow about their markings as the night began to engulf Ossirix. A man would be hard at work at a hearth in the middle, casting light upon the surrounding area. Several women hard at work, making clothing. Njin, realizing he could rest in his duties, would remain in his mortal form, a warm breeze would settle upon the area. A pack of small boys with wild hair climbing a large mangled tree, their laughs small and yet full.

"Welcome then, Fen. You are free to make yourself a home here, to commit to your teachings. Buildings are open, all that you must do is simply pick one," He would give the Praichan a wolfish grin and a pleasent nod before walking away, absorbed by the night to tend to his own matters.

Pack of Werewolves(Mentioned in Zach's post)

They would watch the "Vitaiim" silently, with snarls escaping their throats. "Assisting" but they had heard of Mathias and sensed Njin himself coming upon the Praichan. They would nod turning and walking away, not yet done in their rounds of the borders, they would not find speach but rather remain in their werewolf form, expecting the Vitaiim to follow.

Cragin

Cragin would watch his people with silent pride and love, at their progress and clear aspirations. The frivolity of their work, and the innocence of the children. He noticed their lack of modesty, and yet wished them to be clothed, for the Gods were, and what he had seen were, and so he dawned black trousers and ashen black fur, moccasins, a shirt and a clothe green vest, walking about the village, his people would begin to see, with at first, strange looks. But he was different, and handsome, and his confidence paired with the fact he had been so special as to be talked to a God himself, he knew within days they would wear clothing to, while not taking up modesty, they would realize the practicality of clothing.

He would notice the Praichan and seeing the gift would take it upon himself to think of Acanthus. The wizard that had given him a mind, and the un-warrior like attributes, he would recall Hléradr, the icy peak. He had but twenty five guardians left, the elites that would only grow stronger with time, the ability giving them a near immortality. He would pace about a moment before heading off into the forests, vanishing from the scene in a great light and appearing at the door of the home of Acanthus. He would not bother to see if the God was there, he sensed his kin even in the blurring of the snow, the ferocity of the peak, attacking him at every fiber of his being. He would twirl the branch, it casting a glow that could be recognized through the madness.

Five werewolves would appear before him, individuals not yet to be seen in their Ossis forms, he would color them white to blend with the surroundings, their fur more thick and compact to keep the cold from their skin. Their irises a pure silver, unlike the God's current form. These would be the most disciplined and ferocious of his elites, the devastation of their surroundings making them hardened even more so, the constant snow storm further sharpening their senses and challenging their strength and speed, He would set them about the task, the vigilant guardians of Acanthus, his gifts and means of protection. This could not repay the debt, but would be a start.

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Jacobti

Jacobti saw the werewolves' reactions, yet did not comprehend their speech. From the snarls, however, it appeared they did not appreciate him being among them. As they continued walking, he assumed they wanted him to follow, which he did. Jacobti was unsure what could happen to him, but it was a risk he was willing to take.

Abnuutkakt

Abnuutkakt could sense nothing, at first, but then life began to fill his nerves. It appears it is not as lifeless as I thought it would be. Following the life energy, He came closer and closer to the Khyres. He did not know what to expect, yet the fact he was serving Adarani and her ideals kept him at ease.

Vitaiim at the Central Vitaiim Monastery

As Adarani tended to Nylia's womb, the Vitaiim present sensed the arrival of Kylian, the heroic god from earlier. Davu explained the scneario to him. "Your timing cannot be more perfect! Nylia is overwhelmed with grief over the loss of children who were not even born, and she was bent on killing Adarani for it! She is mending the vengeful Goddess' womb as we speak! That villainous, hypocritical cutthroat had it easy! She should be grateful our mistress is even helping her, to begin with!" Anyone could tell by this Grand Abbot's tone that he was furious at Nylia for threatening Adarani.

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Nylia

Suddenly, Adarani pushed aside Nylia's sword and began using her magic to restore her womb. "Wh-what are you doing?" Nylia asked, suspecting that the other Goddess was going to attack her. But, she finished and when she did she just stepped back...Nylia wasn't sure what happened but she was grateful to Adarani, though she was still suspicious. "...Thank you..." Nylia said, still unsure of what to say when she heard the voice of the Grand Abbot. "Your timing cannot be more perfect! Nylia is overwhelmed with grief over the loss of children who were not even born, and she was bent on killing Adarani for it! She is mending the vengeful Goddess' womb as we speak! That villainous, hypocritical cutthroat had it easy! She should be grateful our mistress is even helping her, to begin with!" Nylia spun around to face the Grand Abbot, her eyes flaring with anger. "You dare insult a Goddess?" She asked tendrils of dark, godly energy surrounding her. "Your life shall be spared due to the kindness and generosity of Adarani, but be cautious; another slip up like that and your measly existence shall be ended!" Nylia snapped at the Grand Abbot.

After calming down Nylia turned to Adarani. "My apologies sister, the stress of this whole situation is most definitely getting to me..." Nylia said calmly. "I am in your debt however," Nylia said changing the topic. "Is there anything you need of me?" She asked smiling slightly. She stared at the Goddess carefully and thought of all the instances she had seen her in. She wondered if the Goddess of Love would need any help with it but she thought that she might as well give it a try. "How about help in getting someone to like you? I have a feeling that there's a certain God of War that you have your eyes on," Nylia asked, a friendly and devious smile growing on her face.

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Adarani smiled a little. "It's okay, and don't take what Davu said personally! He was just scared to death by all this, is all! I seriously doubt he even meant what he said!" At the mention of Genocide, her eyes widened. "Well, yes, I like him. I mean, when he appeared in the hall, there was a shred of good that in him I felt. It is so subtle, you have to actively look for it to know that it's there. When I talked to him, he was mean, at first, but, as we spoke, he began to be a bit gentlemanly." He smile came back at the thought of the whole conversation she had with him. "Well, I guess a bit of help wouldn't hurt."

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Cragin;

Cragin would give the Hléradr Pack a gift, leaving them with a large home carved into a point with a view of the palace. Showing them the ways of fire, that he had learned from the destruction left by Malus, the changing of the air, with the combining of static, the very way of things to create a warming flame, a comforting flame. They would stand, taller than him by little less than a foot, standing and not bowing though they would show silent respect, revelation in being so close, as Ossis they would be twenty-five, all of them, though the active blood of the werewolf slowing their aging by 1/4 the normal amount. He would give them all the gift of extreme bone morphing, they could change the way of their very structure in mere moments, and then he would leave them with one request, "Pray for strength, pray for wisdom in your tasks, and pray for the ability to learn, to change, to stay wild and unconquered in your endeavors. Forget, not, who your father is. He loves and cares for you, as you should always care for, and love one another." The snow would whip at Cragin, frosting and turning his pale skin a sickly blue, the hood frozen to his hair, and his clothes thick and solid, but the God would seem unaffected, though a bead of water would freeze almost immediately upon his face.

He would turn away walking a few minutes, before opening the door and entering the home of Acanthus, the warmth overcoming and relaxing every tensed muscle, he would walk silently forward, the door closing behind him, forced by the fierce winds, he would make way towards the Sage's library opening the door near soundlessly though he suspected he was already sensed, up the winding stairs he would find that the beautiful sister he had seen before, the flame of her bright and pleasant was there, with the wise one, busy at work exchanging pleasantries and tokens.

His gaze would be like liquid silver, as if he was content to be there among them under the pretense of life, a warm meeting of kin, and no looming threats.

Njin;

Njin would organize the men into loose lines and formations, running harsh drills, a great deal of the Ossis forming a tiny representation of an army that could be. He knew not exactly why they vied for war, they ached for the combat in means of protection and the combating of evil and wrong doing, but it was the driving force behind all that they stood for, and so the bustling bodies of skeletal systems covered in grimy and damp muscles would show the utmost discipline and yet seem feral in their low growls going about various exercises.

Pack of Wolves(Zachary)

The wolves would erupt into the confines of the village looking back at the Vitaiim and giving slight nods before rushing in an eruption of speed, back into the forests.

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The Citadel, home of the Centaurs

In the shining city of the centaurs a beautiful mare walked the streets. Her hooves clicking as she strolled the streets lost in the amazing fantasies brought to her by the simplest of things, a book. From within the pages of a book the radiant centaur was able to see far off places and engage in grand adventures all with the turn of a page. As she strolled the towns people all gossiped about the odd girl, so different from the others of her kind. Some called her strange her head in the clouds. Others saying she was much too childish for a girl her age, peculiar was a common term to describe Aribella [except with clothes lol] daughter of the town pariah.

As she strolled, along on her way one of the town bakers nearly ran into her causing her for the first time to look up with a warm smile.

"Oh excuse me, I'm sorry Mister Haythorn. Those smell wonderful this morning."

She said cheerfully. The baker just smiled as he lifted his load of fresh rolls onto his stall counter top.

"Glad you think so Belle, I just finished baking these. We're you off to?"

"The book shop, I just finished the most wonderful story about a beanstalk and an ogre and-"

"That's nice, Marie! The sweetcakes!"

The baker shouted, cutting Belle off and ignoring the rest of what she was saying. Belle left the baker be, seeing he was quite busy and headed off on her way towards the book store to return her book. She past the town square where many Centaur could be found at the altars in the center of the square. It was here the pantheon that Centaur prayed to was on display in the form of three granite statues. Two of equal size yet one in the center was the largest. The two on either side who matched each other in size were depictions of Genocide, God of War and Foteea Goddess of the Forge. These Gods personified the Centaur's passion for battle and their dedication to steel work. The final and largest monument was of the Centaur's patron and creator. Braun God of Strength and Conquest. It was at these massive stone representations of their gods that centaur could kneel and pray for the blessings of their chosen gods. Belle paused and gave a quick, graceful curtsey in respect to the depictions of the gods before continuing on her way. It was on when the beautiful mare passed the kings tower that she looked up just long enough to spot a odd looking person she'd never seen before. Living in the Citadel since birth she knew almost everyone who lived here and this stranger was certainly no centaur. Her curiosity perked she approached with a sweet smile and a voice as melodious as a song bird.

"Good morning sir, I'm sorry but are you... are you from outside of the plains? You are aren't you? I've never met someone from outside of the plains before."

Aribella's eyes were full of wonder and curiosity. Her mind thirsting for knowledge and excitement.


Braun, unknown location within the middle realm

While the young centaur maiden met for the first time, the one who would guide her along her destined path the one who had created her kind got into his head a wonderful idea. As Braun had wandered the realm of mortals his mind was lost in ways to gift unto his sisters some form of thank you for standing beside him in the battle with Apsestis' forces. He remembered Nylia's ferocity in combat and Adarani's steadfast defense of her kin and those wounded in the fray. It was in the consideration of their styles of combat that Braun had decided upon what gifts he would bestow upon them. A broad smile on his face he transported himself to his home where he gathered the two things he would need before seeing the craftsman he had in mind. He grabbed one of his own raiments, the clothing he wore radiated godly power as within it's heavenly woven threads was the residual aura of it's owner. Then he pulled out a chest from atop his cupboard. In the chest was a hunk of an odd metallic alloy. Pulled from the center of the earth by the God of Strength himself this super dense alloy was indestructible and fused with magical properties. With these two crafting materials he had everything he needed to enter the forge. Now to see his sister Foteea and request of her a favor.

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Jacobti

What Jacobti saw in the village left him with a confused look. These mortals behaved more like wolves than other mortals possibly would. Then again, mortals are mortals, and the Vitaiim are meant to serve them in any way they can. He walked around until he saw a female going through labor pains. This was the chance he waited for.

Jacobti bent down and helped with the operation. It was a good thing he had his medical kit and healing abilities with him. His magic made the process of giving birth less painful before the baby (or puppy?) came out. "Congratulations, ma'am! It's a girl!" He held the puppy out to the mother, a grin on his face as he realized his first task in service of others was a success.

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Adarani was relieved that her conversation with Nylia ended on a good note. Still, she felt she could do so much more for others. That reminded her: Cragin most likely did not appreciate her leaving Hléradr without any participation involving Kreios and Genocide. There was that, and she felt the surge of creation flow within her, a race emerging. There were so many Ossrix, and they seemed to have formed an army. When they get wounded, they will need to recover quickly so they can see their families again, after their wars. Adrani knew right away what she would give him.

Ahuv landed right next to her. "I lay the basket in front of Trelas. What he does will be up to him."

The Goddess of Love nodded. "Maybe you can give something to Mathias? He does seemed a little fatiqued. I cn feel it." She picked some fruit from a tree within the monastery. "This fruit, Rejiv, can replenish energy and help keep the mind functioning at its best. Can you give a basket load of this to him while I talk to Cragin in his forest?"

"Of course, Milady!" The Blue Crane immediately filled a basket with Rejiv and flew on his way to Mathias, following his aura. He knew exactly where he was. Once on the ground in front of him, Ahuv bowed his head.

"Greetings, Mathias. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I was created during the battle in Hléradr while she was in a state of sadness, and have been her companion since then. She told me to give this to you, since you are fatigued." He lay the basket between the God of Civilization's feet. "The fruit is called Rejiv. It can replenish your energy and help keep your mind healthy."

Meanwhile, Adarani plucked the leaves of a plant in the Central Vitaiim Monastery Main Garden. Placing the leaves in the basket, she turned into a dove, taking that same basket with her. It did not take too long to reach the forest the Ossrix were. Right when she was about to land, she reverted back to her humanoid form, basket in hand. Cragin was near, she could feel his aura coming from a distance. Hopefully, he would come to her so she could present the herbs, called Vitalita, to him.

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There would be a shrrww, zipping sound as Cragin silently lowered the bow, the string pulling forward and the wooden arrow becoming unknocked. The large elk would look about but it faded and returned to the leaves, gnawing still alert.. He felt at peace here, less troubled by the expanse of his mind, the burden, pressure. He felt now a presence once more, different and unknown. So strange his kin had been void so long and now they appeared in Ossirix one after the other so soon.

He recalled Mathias' visit. The respect and silent understanding, a grin would return to him in the recollection. His heart swelling with feelings of kinship. He genuinely hoped Mathias did good by the creation of his people, and had faith in his abilities. After such a show he was honour bound now to defend this brother against odds.

He would take aim once more, reknocking the arrow and pulling back with relative ease on the string. The elk would look up from it's meal, but before it could begin a run there was a swift thwung from the bow, a little innovation to the string, flurries of string meant to absorb shock made the action deadly quiet. The arrow hit true just under the nape of it's left foreleg, sliding in and between the ribs it would pierce the heart before it had time to feel the pain. And the noisiest part of the endeavor was the deer stumbling forth onto it's underbelly, rustling leaves in the process. It's massive rack shaking slightly, and a thin line of blood hanging from the corner of it's now agape mouth.

There would be a baying of wolves as he rose from his crouch pulling the bow onto his back. He would nod in respect of the animal, leaving it to the predators of the forest as he vanished from the scene in a vast green light, setting it in rays upon the dark forest.

He would reappear before a small, innocent looking girl. Raising an eyebrow. She radiated with power, and yet seemed so powerless, even more so among the darkness of the setting.

He would stare quietly at her, his steely gaze casting light upon her face as he looked into her gentle eyes.

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Deep in thought Mathias' meditative like stance was broken when a bird of some sorts appeared before him.

"Greetings, Mathias. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I was created during the battle in Hléradr while she was in a state of sadness, and have been her companion since then. She told me to give this to you, since you are fatigued." He lay the basket between the God of Civilization's feet. "The fruit is called Rejiv. It can replenish your energy and help keep your mind healthy."

"Greetings to thee as well." Mathias spoke some what surprised by Ahuv's visit, until it stated it's business. Mathias felt a sudden twinge of gratitude and some what flattered by the thought of being cared for. He remembered some what about Adarani. She is the Goddess of Love and well it shows here. He bent down and picked up the basket containing the rejuvenating fruit. He looked towards the crane with a warm smile. "Why I am grateful for such a thoughtful gift." Mathias spoke as he picked up one of the fruit. "It's amazing to think this could help me from just eating it." Mathias commented as he took a bite. It was sweet and refreshing from it's juices. He slowly placed the basket to the side as he looked at Ahuv.

"Well then kindly Ahuv, please send my regards to your Goddess." Mathias spoke in a friendly manner. As he continued to eat he began to feel more rested as if he slept. It was comforting to know that his kin have not all but forgotten about one another. In fact, now that he thought about it, perhaps Cragin was just as lonely and was happy to see Mathias at all, even if it was just business. It doesn't explain why he left so abruptly but he figured that he would be too busy to visit. It matters not, Mathias is revived and more ready to resume his work. "Well then if you don't mind my feathered friend I have some work that needs doing." Mathias spoke to Ahuv as he turned towards the land before him. Mathias noticed there was a grouping of mountains over yonder and felt it good to start there.

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Adarani

At first, Adarani dd not know what to think. The stare she was given made her feel a little nervous. Overcoming her shyness, she spoke. "H-Hello? You are Cragin, are you not? I'm Adarani. Remember me from Hléradr?" Clearing her throat during a pause, the Goddess of Love continued. "I realize I should have talked to you before creating the Vitaiim over at the Sacriran Islands. You know, the islands to the south? Well, anyway, I'm sorry about that." She took a step closer and held out the basket. "The other reason I came is I have something that may help you and your people. It is an herb called Vitalita. When you make it into a drink, which I can show you how, taking a sip of it will speed up the healing process, plus give essential nutrients that help with endurance and your immune system."

Ahuv

Ahuv bowed his head once more. "Very well. I shall leave the basket with you. If you need help growing the Rejiv plants, just ask. Adarani and the Vitaiim will know what to do." With that, he flew back to the Central Vitaiim Monastery, the task a success. What he gathered from that encounter was Mathias was rather gentlemanly and proper. No doubt, Adarani would be impressed once he relayed to her the news of the conversation. For now, however, the Vitaiim needed some guidance. It would seem Mathias spread teachings to several monasteres on law and governing, and want Ahuv to help with organizing them based on those teachings. He knew exactly how Adarani would interpret them, being her companion, so he indulged the Vitaiim with knowledge on where their Goddess would stand on Mathias' words to them.

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Cragin would be hesitant and look at the basket confused. Tilting his head slightly he would raise an eyebrow, the darkness of the hood hiding the skepticism, his movement was precise and sudden in the silence that broke for a moment after she had extended the basket to him. He would grab the handle gently brushing her hand and giving her a nod. Taking it with practiced grace he would reveal a crooked grin. He appreciated the sentiment, though he felt his people would have no use for the herb. It was pleasant for this girl to remember him, though the room had been filled and he never quite saw her. He studied her silently now, measuring her up. He had once been upon a Jacobti, a Vitaiim, one of her creations. Her very name awoke something within him, mixed feelings obscured and far from understood.

And then he remembered he had forgotten to speak lost in his own analysis of the girl. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Adarani." He would look about awkwardly unsure of how to proceed. "You cowered at Hléradr," It would be stated as if a simple fact and not a means of insulting the young girl. "Either way, I thank you for the gift." His grin would broaden to a jovial smile as he looked upon her.

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Kreios
Kreios was surprised that none of the others had come after the children he had taken but his clone had met up with the flies that were made from him. They had a list of temples with magic objects they had memorized from the map room, one of the objects had to be useful to him. He sent his portal hunters to get as many of them as he could.
The Prachians were watching the front for intruders but the positions on the items were easy for the hunters to find. They underestimated the guards though they had taken five objects but the sixth one they almost lost one thy escaped but one was missing arm. The five objects were a knife, a ring, a goblet, a fan, and a pipe. He tested the five and figured out the pipe created a mist that only the smoker could see through, even his eyes could only see through a few feet ahead. The fan destroyed a lot of his troops with a hurricane like force of wind. And the goblet he had given to The Crow King and he had disappeared, up in the palace of the gods the body of a crow flew to its master. But what made him giddy with pleasure was the ring that could transport him anywhere in the inferno but not out. The knife was the opposite it ripped a hole between worlds the first hole was to a shiny holy place but as soon as one of his subjects entered the hole they were obliterated, the second hole worked better the creatures that exited there seemed to fall apart slower but the one that lasted the longest had eaten a living creature. His clone met and took the ring from him, going to put the new plan in order.

Kreios Clone
The Kreios clone’s first stop was the swamp of the new wuss god he had bowed to the other gods and had shown little back bone to them, but he wasn’t part of the plan his creation was the creatures in the air were just the first step he absorbed a lot enough to flood a village which was his first stop. He appeared close to one of the Vitaiim monasteries. He breathed the cloud of sickness in to it, the cloud passed though changing all the Vitaiim from peaceful healers to spreaders of disease, where they were peaceful they now became war mongering. He dropped on three of them killed them and drained the magic from the bodies. Final part of his plan was to start the war he transported to the mountainous lair of the Krul waited till Genocide was gone and unleashed them saying that the time was come that they were numois enogh to take the lands and first was the weak monks close to them inciting them to a fervor and as soon as they stated marching he was tired so he passed out in a safe spot.

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((Weak? The Vitaiim? In your dreams! Why use melee weapons when they can beat the living crap out of foes with their fists? You sorely underestimate them! And don't forget! Adarani can cure the diseased ones anytime, anywhere! And how many times do I have to say this? There are hundreds of islands the Vitaiim inhabit. You need boats or flight to be able to reach the monasteries.))

Ahuv, Benjamiir, and the Vitaiim

Ahuv could feel the surge of loss to the north. An entire monastery of Vitaiim became warmongering. This was rather alarming, considering Vitaiim are not easily swayed from their ways, even with supernatural forces at work. The time came to teach the monasteries the art of protective magic, something the Prachian, Benjamiir, was proficient in. No time was wasted, many Vitaiim learned the art quickly. The Grand Abbots and all other Abbots came together. The strategy they came up with was this: The Vitaiim trained in protective magic will team up to create force fields around the monasteries while groups of others will find their fallen brethren and try to cure them. The final part of their strategy was to remove the cloud, or at least contain it, until Adrani comes back. She is more powerful and can remove the cloud with ease.

The Vitaiim wasted no time executing their strategy. The force fields protected everyone inside the monasteries from any corruption, bombardement, or sickness that could be thrown at them, so long as they remained inside. five squadrons of three Vitaiim set out in search of theri kin among Kreios' forces. Using the trees as cover, they each spotted at least two of the fallen ones. Most had a relatively easy time reversing what was done to them.

One squadron, however, had much more difficulty. The fallen Vitaiim they encountered were the two Abbots, one male, one female, from the monastery that was attacked with disease. To make matters worse, they were mutated with five-inch claws attatched to their knuckles. The moment the healing process started, the fallen Abbots leaped up to attack. One of the Vitaiim in the squadron was easily slain by the female Abbot, the other two evaded evry attack they could, using the armguards from their martial arts training to block the attacks they could not dodge.

It took a half hour of skirmishing before the male Abbot was cured with healing powers. By that time, however, five more fallen Vitaiim began their attack. Because they were fallen, however, those foes could not heal themselves or others, which gave the two Vitaiim left in the squadron the advantage. with healing powers on their side, plus the male Abbot they cured, it took ten more minutes to defeat and cure those five fallen ones. The female Abbot, still Fallen, was a different story. She was more skilled in combat than the male Abbot, meaning killing the five cured Vitaiim was a snap. One by one, slash by slash, they died.

Their was one loophole, though: Adarani made sure any Vitaiim who became infernal and fallen would lose part of their stamina in battle, making them tired more quickly. The male Abbot and two squadron Vitaiim used exploited this knowledge to the letter. The male Abbot kept the female busy while the two other Vitaiim got behind her. Soon enough, the fallen Abbot had the cured Abbot cornered, but could not deliver the killing stab before she was delivered two hard kicks to the part of the back where the heart and lungs were. The cured Abbot barely had enough time to evade the claws of the fallen one as she was forced forward. Normally, a Vitaiim would take those kicks, but without her endurance in her pure form, the fallen Abbot could hardly breathe. It was only a moment later before the curing process on her was complete.

With the first missions for the sqadrons successful, they all returned with their cured brethren back to the Central Vitaiim Monastery. There were still roughly a hundred fallen Vitaiim still out there, on a nearby island, but the success of the first curing operation was a stepping stone to bringing back all of their brothers and sisters. At least, as many as they could. There was one advantage gained from this: without the two Abbots who were among those stricken with war mongering illness, the Fallen Vitaiim are without a strong leader, thus they were now disorganized. The Vitaiim within the monasteries found it satisfactory, since they were well on their way to repelling the invasion. Most of the non-Vitaiim enemies had no way of reaching them. Without boats, only the Fallen Vitaiim posed a danger due to flight. Even then, the pure Vitaiim had the upper hand, so far.

For one thing, The Vitaiim had hundred of islands they inhabted and made monasteries in. The army of Kreios would have to spread out their forces and make amphibious assaults. This is where the enemy would be at its weakest: a small portion of Vitaiim in each monastery could now rain down fire on any boat which would attempt to unload its soldiers, reducing numbers at exponential rates. Shoud any Fallen Vitaiim attack, there were too few of them to spread to other islands. Kreios would need them all in one spot, but without their healing powers, the enemy would have to hope their troops could withstand the considerable damage they would face. All the Vitaiim had to do were threefold: keep each other alive with healing and protection, destroy enemy boats before they reach the beaches, and hammer the troops that do land hard with fist and foot, fire magic aiding in reducing enemy numbers in the process while the force fields keep the monasteries safe. Kreios' clone had no idea what he was dealing with.

Adarani

Adarani smiled when Cragin took the basket, though tht smile faltered little when it was the battle at Hléradr was mentioned. "You're welcome." She turned her head a little. "As for Hléradr, I hate fights. I don't like seeing other people get hurt. There is that, and I felt the destruction and death going on outside. I went to the Central Vitaiim Monastery to bring back life to the world, and only succeeded with Acanthus' help." She was about to say something else when she felt the surge of loss, causing sharp jolt in her chest. "Oh, no..." Looking up at Cragin, fear in her innocent eyes appeared. "Kreios just corrupted an entire monastery full of Vitaiim! His clone is using them to attack the others! It is fortunate there are no boats, yet, but still! What are we going to do?"

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A silent laugh would be inaudible and perhaps invisible to the young girl. She felt she had restored life, unaware life could never be restored, only ever recreated. It was the mode of change in the Middle Realm, points that as far as he knew, or rather felt could not be moved past. Without connection, the cliff ends, ending in deep immeasurable drops, drops in which one fell for the rest of their eternity. And the pull of the gouge bringing even the mightiest wings to crumple. She had fled, is what she did, and stood idly by while her kin needed her. He sensed now in the mode of her eyes, a twinge, and deeper so perhaps on intuition and a fabric of change of past, a link to Genocide. It at first confused him, for he could not see or think to it. Then only made him wish to leave, leave her presence. And after all she had not took note of him, or considered him in her brash taking of the islands, the destruction of the wilds to tame such islands.

He vaguely recalled a past life where he fought some unheard of creature among them, patrolled them, cared for them.

He would notice her slight revulsion and her rushed words. The desperation and worry in her voice. He would raise a hand to the hood and it would disappear in the growing darkness, vanishing from her view. Rubbing his chin gently he would feel a twinge of joy at the brisk stubble, being able in this mortal body to grow and change, be subject to such natural physical, organic change. Deep in his heart, there were tears where he felt Adarani had walked upon him, his kin being careless and selfish. And yet, felt it was never her intent. Based on the beauty of soul in her name, seemingly in her character.

His own mind was a-whirl his body pained. His people were at war, their suffering at matters of personal and national levels burdening him, and she expected him to aide her. When she hadn't aided him, when she had been so careless, and some odd connection to Genocide ignited ferocity within him for her. But there was the basket..

He would grimace, his large fangs reflecting light. "We." Wickedness would cling to the word dropped with general animosity. Half said with disbelief, and half hysterical with the understanding she of all people would have the audacity to expect help.

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After Nylia and Adarani's conversation ended Nylia returned to her home. She was still highly upset that she no longer bared Ulmo's child and wondered how he would react to what had happened. When she had returned one of her creations was at her palace, the feat was not easy to accomplish so Nylia knew that there had to be something really bothering the Amare. "What is wrong my child?" Nylia asked the Amare. "It's my husband...he was taken away from me by some horrifying creature!" The Amare said crying. Nylia was confused, her creations were completely hidden, how could anyone have possibly found them? But only one person came to mind that could have done this...Kreios. "That creep," Nylia muttered under her breath, hatred looming in her eyes. Who knew what he was doing to her creation at this moment. "Thank you for telling me this, do not worry, I'll get the revenge you deserve," Nylia stated to the Amare.

With that Nylia allowed the Amare to leave and opened up a portal to the Inferno and entered it. She wasn't sure where exactly to go but she just followed her instinct, looking for where there was the most distortion. Nylia looked around the Inferno, the fire, the pain, the torture, it was all so horrifying, but Nylia felt like she belonged there. Snapping out of her daze Nylia focused on the matter at hand. She wanted Kreios' head. She decided that this would be a good place to make a weapon, she forgot to bring her large one in her anger, only having her thin sword, and she decided that something made in here would be better anyways. She picked up a long bone of some kind of monster that used to be alive. Then she made a sharp point out of a tooth and connected the two together creating a spear. Then she strengthened it with the power of revenge, making it almost impossible to break.

Eventually, Nylia reached the brass fortress. She decided this time she would be stealthy. She sneaked into the fortress. Looking around she saw creatures longing to escape, sad and feeling worthless. She wanted to help them but she couldn't blow her cover...maybe after she took care of Kreios. After going through multiple locations she finally made it to the annoying beast himself, Kreios. Nylia in all of her logic still couldn't contain her anger. "You fiend!" Nylia yelled, pointing her finger at Kreios. "Where is my Amare?" Nylia asked angrily. She glared at the mad man gripping onto her spear even tighter.

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And with a suddenly clouded mind and pained heart. Vague and ever apparent as it was, he felt vast change among his kin. In his silent rage, now he left the basket, and his sister. Vanishing from her presence in an eruption of pale green light. The area would seem to waver and be false, where had once stood, as if covered in some patch resembling what had once been there, the very essence of the air, as if covering a rip.

Cragin would be gone.

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Kreios
Kreios felt his mind waver it would be good to have an ally, a friend but then he remembered what the others had done. He kept getting closer till he was in hands reach of the woman and said “I think that that would be a good idea” As he said idea he quickly shot a hand out of his back at her “to refuse, you really think that after trusting my siblings three times and being betrayed three times I would trust you again.” From the walls around them something broke through it was as three times as big dragons. It had the face of Kreios and from the east, the west, and the south came figures five times even the new Kreios size. “I would run none of these are my main body but all of us are equal in power to you here”

Clone of Kreios
The clone woke to see the site he was order less because his master seemed to be distracted with something. The armies of the Krul were marching down the mountain with the power of the sick and elderly in the village’s life force he crated earthen ships to take them to the island where the newest corrupted beasts were. He transported to the cloud and consumed some of it to regrow in him. As he looked out and saw the army curing the beasts. he spit in two creating a sickly looking creature leaving a mass the size of a giant crow with the magic objects he had. The sickly looking creature ran out into the fray of healers and yelled “for Master Aspestis” and exploded with a corrupting cloud. The crow flew away cawing in a way that would attract the dead army who started to swarm to the gathering feeding on any living plant or animal they came across to keep them in a fighting form.

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Adarani could feel more loss, more corruption among her Vitaiim. It was so overwheming, she could hardly move. It was not until well into the battle in the Sacriran islands that she could finally bare it. No time left to waste, she turned into a dove and flew back. What she saw was terrifying: Vitaiim everywhere being corrupted. A repettitive wave back and forth between her creations of curing and corrupting. Above her head was the cloud which caused it all. Below, she saw Mathias. She landed right next to him, saying, "Sorry I'm late. I was busy at a trip to Cragin's forest, and kept from returning when the feeling of the Vitaiim's corruption immobolized me during most the battle."

Her eyes glowed silver, the power of Paradise swelling from her. It only took mere moments before the cloud disappeared. With it gone, she could now focus on curing the rest of the Vitaiim. One clap was all it took before the healing energy filled all the Sacrian Islands, on the ground, in the water, and in the skies. No diseased individual was missed. Now that no Vitaiim were crazed, it was now a matter of dealing with the Krul and the undead mass. The Vitaiim wasted no time. The ones cured still had their claws, which helped tremendously in combat, despite the fact it would be lethal to their foes. Now was the time to unleash the fire upon the ships.

The enemy fleet did not stand much of a chance. With the constant rain of fire pouring down, only one ship made it to the coast of an island. The other ships that landed earlier deployed hundreds of Krul and undead. The fire decimated the numbers, however, the Vitaiim with claws fighting the survivors. The healing magic they now regained also enabled them to release the undead from their torment and send them to the afterlives that awaited them. The Krul, however, were tougher to handle. The beings of metal took many of the hits while the Vitaiim who made the hits experienced pain from it, healing themselves to continue their attempts. Several died in in the battle, but not in vain. Many Krul perished.

Meanwhile, Adarani continued to unleash her power, making it impossible for Kreios to use his corruption powers a third time. It took thre more hours before the Battle of Sacrira was over. The Vitaiim were victorious, yet they suffered half a hundred casualties in the process. The Krul in the battle that were not killed realized that with Adarani among the Vitaiim, now, they could not continue. In that knowledge, and realizing Genocide would probably not have ordered the attack, to begin with, all the surviving Krul surrendered. There was no celebration among the Vitaiim, however. Kreios could return at any moment, and there were plenty of wounded on both sides to tend to. All wounded Krul and Vitaiim would brought inside the monasteries, the barriers still active. Nobody would go anywhere, for the time being.

Adarani returned to normal, opening a tiny portal to Paradise so to replenish her supernatural energy. Closing it once it was all replenished, she looked towards Mathias, her eyes showing every sign of gratitude. She took a step closer, leaned forward, and gave him a tight hug. "I cannot thank you enough!"

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Mathias knew that they were going nowhere. It seemed as many as he saved, there was always another to replace them. It didn't help any matters when Mathias felt a sense of impending danger coming from the sea. Before Mathias could continue the fight, Adarani finally appears. "Sorry I'm late. I was busy at a trip to Cragin's forest, and kept from returning when the feeling of the Vitaiim's corruption immobolized me during most the battle." She explains.
Perhaps, Mathias would have said otherwise, but perhaps he is more stronger in spirit? It matters not she is hear and now they can finally gain some ground. This cloud needs to be dealt with and before Mathias could give her an assessment of the battleground , Adarani was fast at work.

Adarani made the infectious cloud disappear, and then she went on to cure the deranged Vitaiim. It did not take her long to purify the isles of this infection. Before Mathias could relax another threat surfaced. He saw ship coming towards the shore, carrying the red skinned warriors of Genocide and undead soldiers. Mathias never saw the Krul but avoided their islands when he visited the Vitaiim. He could sense nothing but tension and a need for battle. Now here they come and with assistance no less! Mathias was unsure but the Krul didn't seem to be under the influence of the cloud so they must be acting on their accord. That at least gives Mathias permission to use deadly force. Before he prepared for the invasion, Adarani already began to repel their forces. The Vitaiim then created a rain of fire destroying the fleets, sending them to the bottom of the sea. Those that did make it, were quickly met with resistance from Vitaiim forces. It seemed even the Krul would fail.

After the undead were destroyed and the Krul surrendered, it seemed peace returned to Sacriran Islands. Mathias then gave a sigh of relief. Mathias didn't even need to lift a finger to end this mess. Mathias was quickly taken aback from the sudden hug by Adarani as she thanked. Mathias blushed a little at the sentiment and spoke, "Well, I worried I was the cause of this disturbance." Mathias began to explain. "You see it wouldn't be the first time my teachings caused war...*sighs*...I thought this was the second time it had happened." Mathias twiddled his thumbs. "Well I know I shouldn't say it, but I'm glad that I was not the cause of pain and suffering this time." "Still...I couldn't stand by and allow these people to attack each other against their will!" Mathias exclaimed. "But I have some evidence as to who was behind this injustice!" Mathias spoke excitedly. "While I had my earlier suspicious, recent evidence now places another suspect a (Master Aspestis)." Mathias explained when a soldier of this infection came and exploded before shouting the name. "I know not of this Aspestis but whoever the person is, should be worth investigating in to don't you agree?" Mathias asked Adarani.

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Adarani let go and listened to Mathias speak. Once he finished, she shook her head. "I met Aspestis when I saved Braun and Nylia from infection as they fought their way to him. He uses disease on people who want to feel bliss from their suffering, not to add to their misery. It is when mortals reject it that it does harm to the point of death. He said, after the battle, that he would work on a way to reduce that unwanted contact with disease from happening. Also, Aspestis' aura was not what I felt when the disease we saw afflicted the Vitaiim. It had to have been one of the Inferno deities. Genocide would never have ordered the Krul to attack the Vitaiim. He spared my life when I appeared in front of him, proving my theory that there is good in him correct. There is only one other infernal that I know who could have corrupted the Vitaiim. Kreios. Unless it was a deity we do not know about who is hiding his or her identity, that is the only possibility I see. I even sensed him when the Vitaiim were targetted."

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Mathias listened to her account with Aspestis. While he wasn't there, he would have to accept her words as truth. Perhaps the soldier was meant to lead him astray, away from the true mastermind. As Mathias stood there and listened to Adarani's words he felt an agreement with her deduction. "Yes, if what you say is true, which seems like truth to I, then it must be Kreios." "I did suspect him the perpetrator earlier." "We must find Kreios quickly and bring him forth to answer for his atrocities!" Mathias declared. Mathias watched to see the damage being repaired and it seems as all is in peace. Mathias now must apprehend Kreios and bring him for questioning.

"Adarani, may I ask for your assistance?" "I fear Kreios may not come quietly and I could use some help in convincing him otherwise." "He may listen to you better than myself and if things head the opposite way, I could really use the support of your healing abilities if I need to forcefully take down Kreios." Mathias paused as he stared with absolution and resolve in to her eyes. "Well that be satisfactory with you?" Mathias asked trying not to impose upon her.

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Adarani nodded at Mathias request, smiling. She wanted more than anything to ensure mortals' safety. "I can do more than heal if it comes down to it." Portals to Paradise opened, responding to the ordained Princess of the Upper Realm (Mathias had equal authority as Prince, as did Cragin, Braun, and Kylian) with equipment which attatched to her wrists, arms, and fingers at will before the portals closed again. Once the armguards were made ready, Adarani's dress was immediately transformed into something more suitable for combat: a light blue leotard which afforded her maximum movement, her shoes turning into brown leather boots knee-high. "I am also a martial arts expert. I taught the Vitaiim everything I knew about unarmed techniques, which you saw in action. They're rather handy when needed."

((I hope I didn't go overboard with that whole authority thing involving Paradise. >.<))

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Mathias nodded as he watched Adarani prepare for combat. He did not know that the Goddess of Love was skilled in combat as well. It's for the best he supposes, if one can prove themselves strong in anyway, it makes vile forces less willing to attack you. Mathias waited her until she was equipped and Mathias nodded once again, his face still serious. "Great!" "We must hurry, I feel Kreios has already left the sanctity of the Lower Realm." "We must find him before he causes any more trouble!" Mathias spoke, urgency in his voice. Mathias gathered his bearings and prepared to depart the Sacriran Islands. "We must travel North, I sense a huge amount of chaos in that direction." Mathias spoke as a golden aura enveloped him to carry off the islands and in quick fashion to find Kreios. "Let us hurry!" Mathias exclaimed as he bolted off for the north.

Mathias hoped Adarani was following or at least could sense the danger as well. He felt he could waste no time in finding Kreios, if there was destruction at the islands who knows what he is doing further north. Mathias traveled as swiftly as possible. When he gain further north, he came to a stopping point, the edge of the area of interest. He was outside the territories of Ossirix. It was here Mathias waited for Adarani. He would proceed further into those forests without aid. He could already sense Cragin would be on the scene as well. Mathias couldn't deduce whether that is good or bad. Sure, Cragin would be against Kreios attacking his people, but he may not let Kreios live in time for any procession. Besides he would hate to have to defuse an explosive situation if Cragin becomes enraged. That is another reason why he has Adarani with him. With them together they could perhaps defuse any such scenario. Still Cragin is difficult when it comes to delegations and regulations. He would rather punish Kreios than place Kreios on any trial to decide what course of action is best. Mathias remembers all to well the first time this happened. Yet, this time Mathias will be in control and hopefully it will go much smoother.

Still, with the collection of egos, it could be just another time bomb. Cragin would hardly want anything less than death if Kreios does something stupid, and this fighting could upset Adarani, in effect losing Mathias' only support. Mathias wishes that the other gods would have stepped into this trouble as well, but the only ones that have are himself, Cragin, and Adarani. Except for another he sensed enter the Lower Realm, it was that of Nylia, another Goddess he hadn't the time to meet as well. She was close to the God of the Seas, which comes to mention, he has been absent as well. It matters not, the gods handling this seem to be enough for this crisis. Mathias just prays if something else worse happens, they would rise to the occasion. Mathias anxiously waited for Adarani.

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Adarani rans as fast as she could, following Mathias at full speed. She hated fights, but realized that Mathias needed help with the investigation. She would not run off, this time, not with how much of a nuisance Cragin would be to the investigation and how powerful Kreios was. Justice had to be served properly and peacefully. If that is not possible, she will fight, this time. For the Vitaiim's sake, and that of mortals everywhere. There could be more than meets the eye, as far as she knew. If they could not capture Kreios, whatever unknown threat there was would remain anonymous, and all would be lost. It ddi not take long to catch up to Mathias.

"The corruption... I can feel Kreios' aura. He must be somehwere close." Focusing harder on the aura, she said, "It appears he is using one of the Ossrix as bait or something. I think he is waiting for somebody to attack and cause an explosion. I think Cragin is there, too. His emotions indicate is is plannign on killing Kreios. We better hurry." She ran in the direction of the aura. "Come on!"

Once she came within several meters of the pair about to fight, she shouted, "Alright, you two! This fight has gone on long enough!" Her voice was one of conviction rather than her usual demeanor. "Mathias and I are here to bring Kreios in for questioning! There could be more going on than meets the eyes, and an investigation is in order! He will stand trial, as he should have, in the first place!" She got into her stance in case a battle did occur.

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Mathias noticed Adarani showed up. As he assumed she too could notice the chaos brewing deep in Ossirix. Before Mathias could comment she ran off towards the vicinity of this mess. Mathias followed closely behind her. As he reached the center of the Ossirix nation and could see a tense situation unfolding. Kreios holds perhaps a hostage? No, a trap. Apparently Kreios was hoping for Cragin to come near him ,and whatever his plan is it can't be good. "Adarani!" "Back away Kreios!" Mathias called out to her not wanting her to be harmed in the crossfire.

Mathias looked back and forth from Cragin and Kreios not saying a word. Mathias was analyzing the situation, at the moment he knew Kreios will not come quietly, especially if he thinks what he has will stop them. They are going to have to take away Kreios' sense of security before they can even begin to apprehend him. Otherwise, if Kreios believes he has other options besides answering for his crimes, then he will take it. "Cragin!" Mathias called out to his hooded kin. "We need to stop whatever Kreios is planning, I don't want to have any more casualties because of him!" Mathias exclaimed. It seems already Cragin has been fighting Kreios and it would seem the time to finish it has come. Mathias wants it to end as well, but he doesn't like how Kreios is acting. He wants to use that bloated Ossis in the fire for something.

Mathias was trying to come up with some sort of plan and then he came up with an idea. He wasn't sure if it would work and if not, he could come up with another plan. Mathias motioned for Adarani to come near as he wants to run his idea by her. If he even has time to say it and execute it that is. The situation is already too tense and it seems it's as ready to explode as the bloated Ossis. Kreios at this moment is unpredictable, which makes it difficult to even do anything besides attack. Which works to whatever advantage Kreios has in mind. Mathias then began to wonder if it was another explosion like the minion from earlier. If another cloud does come forth then Adarani could handle it. Which means Kreios' plan is already nullified. If it isn't then who knows what it is.

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Cragin would be aware of the expanding corpse, the desecration of his child beyond injustice. The appearance of his sister, and brother. He cringed, baring his teeth at the sound of her very voice, the sense in which she talked.

"We need to stop whatever Kreios is planning, I don't want to have any more casualties because of him!" Cragin would remain alert, listening to Mathias and all that was about them.

The Ossis would seem to snap, and come to reason, as if by some higher calling, they would begin pulling away into the vast forests.

His voice would come from the air, equally strong though silent in the ears of all. It would be stoic and leave no room for discussion as his gaze remained upon Kreios. Though his ears would be perked, ready to react to anything and everything.

"Mathias, brother, any intervention without my consent will be met with more violence." It would stop a moment then return, as if it had been in thought. "If she comes close, she will be condemned as well." It would catch in the wind leaving a low whistle as it faded.

All the while the branch would remain pointed, ever accusing at the chest of Kreios, the child God.

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Adarani backed up as Mathias told her to, not believing what Cragin said. "Cragin, my Vitaiim were the target of corruption and invasion! I have a right to intervene! Don't forget: Mathias is the God of Justice. I won't tell you this, again: stop fighting!"

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As Mathias watched Adarani back up he noticed the Ossis leaving. Something was going on and the source of it, had to be the God of the Wilds. Cragin stood there facing Kreios as the air seemed to brush up against Mathias' ears, the voice of his brother clear. "Mathias, brother, any intervention without my consent will be met with more violence." It would stop a moment then return, as if it had been in thought. "If she comes close, she will be condemned as well." Mathias listened and began to rethink his previous plan. At the moment he couldn't risk confrontation with Cragin, no Kreios is the main threat and must be dealt with. Mathias began to think of that tyrant Cragin killed and thought this was yet again the same event.

While he considered his next move, he noticed Adarani acting up in a startling way. Mathias knows when Cragin speaks, he generally means what he says. While he never fought or even gauged Cragin's combat skills, he knows that he trains his body constantly from the wars his people face. Mathias was more surprised by the sudden change in personality from Adarani as she spoke against her brother, "Cragin, my Vitaiim were the target of corruption and invasion! I have a right to intervene! Don't forget: Mathias is the God of Justice. I won't tell you this, again: stop fighting!" While Adarani made sense to him, he knows he couldn't risk inter fighting, while Kreios still remains at large. Mathias approached Adarani and spoke.

"Listen, Adarani." Mathias calmly but firmly spoke. "Now is not the time to incite fighting amongst each other." "I know if you proceed down this path, then you shall be causing more unnecessary problems." "Please, do not be upset with Cragin, he is not our enemy, the true enemy is right there!" Mathias pointed at Kreios. "If we want to see Kreios stopped then we must be able to work together, if not then Kreios will most certainly take advantage!" "We can't risk him escaping, otherwise he will hurt your people and other people again." Mathias reasoned with Adarani. He wasn't sure if she would respond favorably but he at least gave her what he believes to be the smartest course of action. Mathias found it unwise to engage on a fight on two fronts. Especially if it is with our ally. Justice must be served but it won't if this happens. Mathias could only hope Adarani would listen.

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Adarani listened to what Mathias said, her head downcast when she thought it over. "I... I'm sorry. I'm still shaken by all that has happened. First the Hall, then Sacrira, and now this forest. Is there no end to the malice?" When she looked up at Cragin, a tear came down her right eye. A quick glance to Mathias, and she nodded. Her eyes facing Kreios, she maintained her stance, ready for whatever may come.