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Cragin

The God of the Wilds and Change

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

Description

God Name: Cragin
Creed:"The guardian of the innocence of the Realms, the creatures of it's wilds, the flowers nestled in the grasses, the mountains and the riverbeds, and the domain in which everything changes. From the seasons to the growth of an organism, the Silent One speaks."
Title: The Hooded One. The Silenced. Echo.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Good.
Portfolios Governed: Change, transformation. Wild, the wilderness.

God Appearance:
Cragin in his true form-

6'5"
250ibs.
Constructed of clothe, bark like metals it would seem and skulls and souls of the corrupted that were wiped from the planet, before. Humanoid, standing on two legs, radiating with an pale green essence like nothing else.

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When he appears before mortals he's always a hooded man of beautiful features if not shaded, often an observer in a crowd. Always poor and homeless. The chance that his followers may be asked of him. Often leads them to be merciful and kind to one another. Something he rewards greatly for. His appearance always reflects his very nature, handsome and yet, withdrawn, inhuman and strong, agile.

In his base form, he's always a handsome man with ashen black and shaggy hair, and fluorescent green eyes, unreal and glowing. Boyish charm and a lean muscled body of moderate mortal height. Though always appearing hooded. He's a man of boyish antics and a wicked grin, playful with mortals and often considered something of adoration to the mortal women he appears to. He values his morals and determination and willpower shine bright in the fluorescence of his eyes. The way he holds himself high allows it to be known there is a facade that can easily be abandoned.

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Cragin seems to be a God of shaded nature, he has a great many forms, often related or imitating the creatures or beings he creates.

Personality: Cragin is a God of wicked nature and cunning. Though he's nearly mad with thought process. He's charming and witty in the right setting and cold and indifferent in the wrong. Though he almost always experiences pain, even for his followers with a laugh. He's courageous and brave and considerably caring with the beings he takes pride in often meddling in their affairs and directing them in what they do. He appears to the finest of them, picking favorites. He is of a bewildered and open minded nature, allowing himself the luxury of watching and learning from the world before him. He's of few words, and a great deal of twisted thoughts, his protective and noble nature is an oddity in his free mind left from the goal set before him by the All Father. He's ultimately good.

His willpower and determination are unconquerable, his willingness to commit to the protection of his kin, his mortals or the very Realms is extraordinary. He would not admit defeat until dead, pulling a wrecked body to battle if the need arises. Meeting every feat with defiance.

Opinion of Mortals: Cragin is a caring and loyal God. He experiences pain for those that worship him. He can often be seen observing them and just vying to know them well. He will often follow mortals of interest all their lives. Often blessing and granting favor to them. He is a forgiving God, merciful and prideful of those he holds domain over. Some may even go so far as to say he considers them equals.

God's Domain: The Innocent lands of the All God.
God's Territory: A cavernous Labyrinth in the heart of the forests of the Gods.

Symbol(s): The silvered hilt of a sword, the blade jutting from it broken, in the ball of the hilt a crescent moon of pale green.

Special thanks to Wake for the template.

History

Mortals;

Njin, first and foremost leader of Ossirix.

So begins...

Cragin's Story

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Cragin would walk soundlessly through the forest, a spooky image in his true form. He would have done this for a time, without need of sustenance. The wilderness about him his only concern, for the task he had been burdened with was to protect. He knew not exactly what he was, or even that he held power but that he was to guard this vast cover, that masked the Earth at it's roots. The beds of it's rivers. That housed creatures in every crevice, that kept the world innocent and untouched by corruption. That kept the air fresh and the world beautiful.

And then he felt it, a strange flare of power. He had felt dead, a part of the wild, part of the world before this, this rejuvenation. This revival that made him feel not as part of the innocence itself but a creation with domain over it. He felt the change of the creatures and beasts and nothing was alike it was before in his now opened eyes. He took his branch and the carvings of it were no longer without purpose, now radiating a pale green.

In his enlightenment he felt that his purpose was beyond just the wilderness and staring at the branch he created a creature before him in the shape of a wolf, but different it was seven feet in height and stood on two legs. It rippled with muscle and bristled black fur, it's hands, elongated and clawed. A tail forming at it's lower back. It's jaws long in length and it's eyes cold, yet with a gleam of care and loyalty. He made this beast able to change, to fit into a mortal being, to talk and reason. He created a handful of these creatures and gave them great strength and speed, he colored them all differently and then set them to the task of protecting his wilderness.

Then set to his own task of finding the source of this great change.

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Cragin would be followed with a trail of pale glowing light that seemed to the point of love, following him soundlessly. He felt the rage of the world arise and something within him knew this threat was long since apparent in the realms, as if by his own creator, the All God had made apparent the violence that could threaten his creations and he knew, not why, but that he would guard the untamed beauty of the wilderness with his life if it should come to it. He felt the energies through the living forests, unkempt fields, the cold lovely mountains. He was not excited at first, more anxious as if every force could be a threat and was it not likely that power should not be trusted? Change was a chaotic good that brought the decay and recreation of beings in different images, and the balance of the world would be hectic in the wake of so many of these beings imposing their will.

Suddenly a creature of odd sights would be before him, creeping through the trees as if in search, though it would seem no vision, no sense of sound. He would marvel at it a while as it picked it's way towards him. Something within his chest that he knew not to be there would ache at the sight. Could he not behold the beauty of the world in which they lived? And he felt pity, and loved the creature for it's difficulties.

"My lord, he sends to you a request of meeting." The voice would sound distorted in the depths of Cragin's ever brooding mind, and it would be strange to him to hear it, a sudden stone in the way of a flowing river of thought process, never stopping it, but splitting it into two separate streams, meeting at a point beyond it. He would look at the creature, his pale gaze quizzical. Then he would nod curtly, beginning a heavy trot until suddenly he was upon a clearing. Coming to a stop at the sight of a powerful being at a stump.

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Kreios formed out of the mud where a seed of a new god landed in the mud where the old god had bled, and moved in to the forest close by, he liked the forest it was going to be home, he saw small animals and gigantic plants, but his mud body wasn’t fun to move in, so he changed into a giant tree rodent, after a day being a tree rodent wasn’t fun anymore, so he decided he wanted to pet a tree rodent, but he got bored of that quickly so he stretched it and the rodent stretched, he realized that this was a new game. He molded the tree rodent from a short squat plant-eater to a long, sneaky predator of his old species, he called it weasel. Then he sat in the grass twiddling it between his fingers, morphing that patch to be a predator, too it be so funny to see what would happen when a tree rodent or weasel, entered it he sat right in the middle, waiting for the grass to catch a victim; but it was not one of his forest creatures that walked in to the grass it was a strange black figure “My lord, I am one of the Prachians. I come with a message from my master." Kreios liked that things form much better than the giant rodent form, so he matched its shape, and was given the location of a playmate. The Prachian tried to move but was stuck by the tangle weeds that Kreios had created, and the second it took him to cast a spell that freed him Kreios had got a hold of him. Kreios projected in his mind that the Prachian was his toy now. Kreios’s molded him to what he thought the Prachian to look like eyes to find new toys, tangle weed fur to catch new toys, claws to make toys behave, and the only duty it had was to find new toys for Kreios, he was the Kreiochain.

The trip to the playmate was very boring to him until he found a flying beast of pure white, Kreios sent his toy the Kreiochain to catch it, the more the beast struggled the tighter the weed choked it and till it died Kreios tried to change it, but it would not change or wake up. And he threw a tantrum, until he saw another of the beasts and made sure the Kreiochain got it, and brought it to him alive, and since he thought that the dead beast was a waste he decided that his new beast would eat the things he could not change, and made it black as night, he finished it and brought it along to show to this new playmate. When he saw the playmate he like its form so much that he copied it, but he changed the color of the hair, and got rid of the wrinkles, because he didn’t like those features of his playmate; but he was really really happy when he saw there was another playmate here also. He sent his thoughts out to his new playmates while showing off his new toys“look I made these toys better, even the toy you sent to me is better. Do you have any other toys to play with, I love new toys?”

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Everytime his messengers contacted one of his brethren, he got a ping. Within several hours, he had already recieved 4 pings. His workers were indeed working hard. He chuckled to himself and created a few more Prachians from the dust around him. These he told to go to the places of high power that he had created and wait for any mortal or god who might stumble into those places. He made these stronger and more solid and gave them comand of destructive magic.

"Guard the high places and artifacts from the foolish, bow down before any of my brothers who would pass you."

He sent them off with the flick of his hands and they went obediently. After a time he heard the flapping of a great many wings coming from afar. New, flying creatures touched down in the trees around him and wild animals filled the woods outside the clearing. He felt her approaching, his entire essence quivered with the coming of one who was like him.

"I have responded to your request old man." She said as she touched down. The animals around the clearing began to be filled with excitement, some making noises that Acanthos had never heard before. He looked up, and saw the most beautiful creation he had ever seen. Long white wings filled most of the clearing and in the center was a young woman. Her blonde hair and bronzed skin seem to glow golden and fill the woods with grace and beauty. Tears came to his eyes as unspeakable joy flowed from him. He had never felt the presense of another god and he relished in it.

Acanthus stood. "Welcome child!" He said with delight. "I have waited countless centuries for another, and you are the first I have seen. What a delight! For I belive that there might be nothing as beautiful as you in the two and one realms. Tell me, are the winged ones your creations?"

After he asked his question he felt the presence of another. This one was more like a turbulent river or driving rainstorm than a god. He looked across the small clearing and saw another god. This one cloaked in black and hooded. He wore on his waist a weapon that glowed with Acanthus' magic. Even happier was he, because he was now in the presence of two of his kin.

"And here is another already! Welcome to you too. Come closer if you please! I have spent such a long time in solitude it is hard to remain calm when there are two other gods here with me!"

A third creature entered then, talking about toys and changing shape to look like a younger Acanthus. This one dribbled with nonsense and chaos came from its center. He saw the changed Prachian and was saddened over it's loss of self and wisdom. The bird that it had changed was even scarier.

"You are of my kin as well. Do you think that those creatures were not good toys in their old shapes? Do you find the creations of your brethren to be so boring that you must change them?"

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Mathias walked on as he was nearing the destination of the one he hoped had the answers. Mathias entered the forest once again as he followed a trail between the trees. Mathias felt something more than just the Old Man, there were others. Mathias wasn't sure how he would react to so many people but what ever my come he will ask his questions. Mathias soon stepped into the clearing to see the Old Man standing before a beautiful woman with wings and a man in a hood. Mathias also saw a strange, old man with a creature following him like a shadow. For some reason Mathias felt particularly weird around the crazed, bearded man. He feels almost similar with the roar he heard earlier as if he should watch this fellow closely. Still Mathias was not going to deviate from his plan as he walked close to Acanthus.

Mathias stood before Acanthus with inquisitive, yet determined eyes as he spoke. "I feel for you, that you are glad to see us." Mathias spoke in a respectful tone. "Yet, I must ask questions of you, wise man." "Who am I?" "What is this place?" "Why am I here?" "Who are these other beings?" "What purpose do they serve?" "What purpose do I serve?" Mathias bombarded Acanthus with questions hoping to get answers for most of them. Mathias doesn't mean to be so forthright but his curiosity is so compelling. Once Mathias has obtained everything he needs then he will leave the man in peace and continue onward to his next priority. Which also reminds him that he must ask about the roar as well.

Mathias stood there as he felt the power coming from the man is astronomical. He could feel that Acanthus is everywhere as it seems the world took some of Acanthus' power. Such might, it's nearly unbelievable. The other beings though are also mighty as well. He could feel power coming from the woman, the hooded one, and the suspicious one. Mathias wondered if he had powers as well? He felt connected to them in some way so he might be like them. He hoped he was like them and then again not completely like them. His thoughts were all rather confusing and he felt the Old Man wants to help him. Mathias silently stood there as he awaited the answers.

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Cragin would come to a halt, the sight of the most lovely thing he would think he had perhaps, ever seen. In all her winged glory she was what drew his gaze, but if only for the slightest moment before he was summing up the being that had perhaps given him life. The old man seemed to radiate with power, magnificence, and he listened to the desperate pleas for answer of the man that of all the beings here, Cragin was drawn to destroy. A natural instinct to silence this man. His grip would tighten on the dark, wicked branch. The slight glow of his gaze becoming darker. He was not mindless, any longer. No longer a beast to act without thought and so he reserved himself from a natural instinct to attack, taking a half step back he would drift from one being to the next summing them up before with a dart of his eyes he was looking upon a younger old man in his own strange glory, powerful. An air about him childish and playful. Though his essence reeked of corruption. He felt a twinge of guilt.

Before knowing exactly what he was doing his own voice would sound, distant and alien to him he would then take another step back with the horror, "I would like answers as well." And he did want answers, through his own horror. Despite his apparent discomfort the voice would be sincere and pleasant, the voice of a young man, proud and assertive. He would look to the wise old man before him, his gaze slackening as he felt a sensation of purpose. Of trust.

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Kreios saw the old playmate’s mouth move and heard sound come out of it, and he copied him “creatures were not good toys, boring that you must change them. Watch what crow can do.” Talking was as easy as sending thoughts, suddenly an armored playmate he walked up to the old playmate and asked him questions that were boring. Kreios came and touched the armored playmates hands trying to see if he was also a toy but his powers didn’t work on him and walked back over to his toys. He took the body of the flying beast out of the tangle weed and threw it on ground, the crow flew off his shoulder and started consuming the dead beast, he looked over at the birds and animals and pointed “Kreiochain, get new toys get another white crow, get more of toys.” He then saw the winged playmate and he liked the wings she had, so he grew some that looked like hers, but they were brown as the mud Kreios was born from, and when he tried to fly he didn’t even glide. This upset him and he threw another tantrum, but suddenly he saw a shiny on shy playmates side and he walked over and said “trade shiny for toy, trade shiny for toy” and called the crow over to him and stuck it out like a gift “nice toy for shiny”.

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Lyandra was completely caught off guard. As the old man looked her over, she knew for the first time that she was beautiful. The way his eyes looked at her made her happy, not uncomfortable, she welcomed his gaze. As tears welled up in his eyes, she felt a smile snake its way across her perfect lips.

"Welcome child!" He said with delight. "I have waited countless centuries for another, and you are the first I have seen. What a delight! For I believe that there might be nothing as beautiful as you in the two and one realms. Tell me, are the winged ones your creations?"

“You are kind old one,” Her voice was soft and sweet, the bond she already felt lowering her guard. “Do you like them?” She asked, stroking one of her creations. “I couldn't bare the idea of no one else knowing the feeling of flight.” Before she could get to the real questions she had, she felt others appearing.

She felt the gaze of another and turned to face him. He seemed to be made of the wood itself, it put Lyandra at ease. She loved the woods and the aura they contained. He radiated it. He looked at her in a way similar to the way the old man did, looking over her form. This felt different, causing something to stir inside her that had not happened with the elderly man.

"And here is another already! Welcome to you too. Come closer if you please! I have spent such a long time in solitude it is hard to remain calm when there are two other gods here with me!" The old man was filled with so much excitement it was contagious. As if they were all destined to arrive here together, another being was soon entering the clearing. His image bother Lyandra, the way he morphed and changed was unnatural. She was suddenly very guarded. When she saw what he had done to one of her white fliers, she was outraged. She did something very womanly then and did not react, but stewed in her anger. It was easy to see despite her attempts to hide it, almost seeming to hang in the air.

You are of my kin as well. Do you think that those creatures were not good toys in their old shapes? Do you find the creations of your brethren to be so boring that you must change them?"

“Yes,” Lyandra added. “..especially 'toys' that aren't yours to mess with.” A fourth presence interrupted her. He came into the clearing with much authority. He was strong looking and had a sense of bravery around him.

"I feel for you, that you are glad to see us." Mathias spoke in a respectful tone. "Yet, I must ask questions of you, wise man." "Who am I?" "What is this place?" "Why am I here?" "Who are these other beings?" "What purpose do they serve?" "What purpose do I serve?" As he asked the questions Lyandra was filled with her own. Who was she, and did she have a purpose of her own?

"I would like answers as well." spoke the hooded man.

Lyandra grew furious watching the monstrosity, but kept her anger at bay.

“Tell us what you know wise one, we are hungry for the knowledge you have to share.” she said in her lulling voice.

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"Who am I?" "What is this place?" "Why am I here?" "Who are these other beings?" "What purpose do they serve?" "What purpose do I serve?"

"I would like answers as well."

“Tell us what you know wise one, we are hungry for the knowledge you have to share.”


Acanthus chuckled. So many questions, and these the very questions that he had pondered himself for such a long time. He motioned the others to sit and then sat back down on the stump.

"I will do my best to answer your questions young ones. But first..." He raised up his old weathered satff into the air and created a glowing rod. It sparkled and shined in the sunlight and would give off a light of its own at night. He floated it towards the child-like god asking to trade for a shiny. "This is for you. It is a shiny like no other, and I do not even want to trade. It's a gift!"

"Now," He said turning to the others, "Let me tell you a story. Once, There was a powerful being. More powerful than any that has ever come into existence. He created children, giving them powers like his and letting them lay dormant in the world for a time. Then he left to create more and watch over his children from a distance.

You and I are these children. We are gods, born of The God. The All Father created us to be like him. This much I have been able to tell from his creation and from studying myself."

He looked at them for a few seconds, admiring the perfection and power that these beings possessed. Then he continued, "This world that we are on is one of three realms. This is the middle where good and evil, law and chaos combine. The one above us is Paradise and below us is Unspeakable horror."

He shuddered, remembering the brief period he had spent there to understand what it was. "As for our purpose, alas that is something even I do not know, though I am full of ideas. Perhaps we are an experiment, or perhaps we were meant to govern this world, or perhaps we are here to fill it with creatures and structures. Of this I cannot be sure unless the All Father would come and tell me himself. Even I have my limits." He finished speaking then and waited for them to respond. He had given them three hundred years worth of self contemplation in all but a few blinks of the eye. It must be a lot to take in.

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Cragin would listen intently, his interest peaked and his mind open to the knowledge coming so quickly, more stones in the river of his mind where before obstructions had been eroded and changed to drift lazily along it to a steep drop at some unseen end.

"..You and I are these children. We are gods, born of The God. The All Father created us to be like him. This much I have been able to tell from his creation and from studying myself." His grip would tighten in shame, perhaps he wasn't like these beings at all, perhaps these were only threats and the All God did not mean for them to be, and perhaps he wasn't meant to think. If he were the tool he once was, unbroken and bowed, perhaps he would have attacked them all already. He would glance around briefly summing the group up once more. Though, he felt others, he knew there were others. In the vast wilderness, their energies undisguised and loud. He would turn pacing suddenly.

"This world that we are on is one of three realms. This is the middle where good and evil, law and chaos combine. The one above us is Paradise and below us is Unspeakable horror." He would perk beneath the hood to hear it, to re-hear it, and to hear it once more. Something clicked inside of him and at that he would go about a small pace, his movements silent and powerful, his mind drifting from one place to another, and yet, never leaving this clearing. And then he would stop, turning suddenly with a big sweep he would go about twirling the branch in his right hand contempt to stay and watch the other's react to the knowledge they had been presented with.

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Mathias felt a great disturbance when the Strange One touched him. Whatever it was Mathias abhorred it. He was about ready to speak out against Kreios' to give him warning to never touch him again. Yet he moved away with a disappointed look upon his face. Then he moved towards the beautiful, winged woman and tried to copy her graceful appendage. He grew wings but seeing as he could not lift himself off the ground, the bearded man threw a tantrum. He may look similar to the Old Man but he ironically acts the opposite of him. For some reason Mathias was disgusted by his childish ways as if his behavior bothered Mathias. Sure he seems innocent enough but acting out that way was wild and undisciplined. Mathias supposes he has trouble accepting the man's behavior, his conduct is deplorable. He should learn how to better behave, how to accordingly act to situations. Then all of a sudden a glowing rod appeared before the strange man and the Old Man said it was a gift. For some reason that bothered Mathias. The bearded man shouldn't be rewarded for acting this way, no he should be....should be...scolded? Yes, he should be told to cease his actions and learn to act better otherwise he will suffer something worse next time. To give him a fair warning before taking any further actions.


Before voicing any opinions the Old Man told them to gather round and hear his story. Mathias sat and listened intently as if the rest of the world only existed in the man's words. He listened and he pondered at each bit of information, each more revealing than the next. Upon hearing The Old Man's words he came to realize them and accept them as truth. The reason being he felt that the Old Man is the authority now that the old leader the All Father, their creator is now gone. As child of the All Father, Mathias came to understand why he felt these feelings of power all around him. The All Father was all mighty and now they are the mightiest they are now gods. Mathias felt great sense of enlightenment that he understands he has power but what to do with power? He wonders what can power be used for? Mathias thought about asking more questions but the Three Realms also brought interest to Mathias. They are in the Middle Realm it would seem by what the Old Man speaks of. Then there is the Upper Realm, Paradise, it sounds wonderful and then the Lower Realm, Unspeakable Horror. Mathias shutters at thinking what could be Unspeakable Horror be like? Whatever it is, there can be no good can come from that place.

Then the moment Mathias awaited was met with even more a quandary. Even The Old Man knew not what their purpose is. Mathias felt disappointed but understood that such a question is rather vast to consider. Mathias listened to the Old Man's ideas on what they are supposed to do but one caught interest.

"or perhaps we were meant to govern this world,"

"Govern?" Mathias thought. He felt that perhaps they are meant to be the new authority of the Realms since the All Father left. It's probably why he left, he felt comfortable that we can take care of things on our own. After all we have his power, we are his children, and by birthright we do own the Realms. Mathias looked around to see his siblings and each of them were different and yet similar as well. Mathias saw the Hooded One speak to himself and then suddenly paced about. His movements swift and subtle, such a skill Mathias sees as very useful maybe even threatening. He felt a slight twinge as he stared at the Hooded God and felt some sort of sensation of uneasiness between them. Still they are his siblings and perhaps he should make connections, even with the temperamental even though it seemed to go against his better judgement. Mathias stood an spoke to Acanthus.

"I appreciate your time and words, wise one, but may I ask, what shall we call you?" Mathias asked interested in an introduction. For some reason it felt right to exchange names as a means of connecting to one another. Thinking about it he should he call it a meeting? No, that doesn't sound right. Should he call it a connector? No, sounds even worse. Perhaps he should leave it at introduction but he was unsatisfied with that. He went back to meeting and though of a word similar but different. Where a meeting is people coming together, where people wish to introduce themselves it should be called a...greeting.

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The old playmate, gave Kreios a shiny and he got to keep his crow, he didn’t even want the shiny of shy playmate anymore. This shiny was too pretty to change he would treasure it, he looked up and heard something about “what should they call him?” he didn’t know what wise meant but he was pretty sure that what he was “I’m Kreios”.

He then saw the Kreiochain it had caught another pre crow and it had a tangle weed vine around a forest creature’s neck and was leading it to him. He took the vine off the beast’s neck and started to change it he stuck his hands in head and pulled out bone horns he liked trees so he made the horns have branches, when he heard a howl and for the second he was distracted it ran before he could do anything else. He got so mad at this that he changed into his true form, the ball of mud, for a few seconds.

He had lost interest in this meeting but he was not ready to head back to his forest, he decided that he would go towards where the shy playmate had come from maybe he was hiding toys. “Bye bye I’m gonna look for more toys” and took the pre-crow to start changing it. he stopped "bye bye pretty lady, bye bye old man, bye bye shiny man" he stopped and looked at the man in the hood. His face turned more serious "you are like me an echo of corruption" then his face took the stupid look again "bye bye echo, I’ll play with you next time."

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"You are like me, an echo of corruption." The child's voice would sound and would put him on edge.

Cragin would follow the child with his gaze, never faltering, the branch dipping down and coming up suddenly just to be grabbed with another long, finger. His voice would be inquisitive and it would still shock him, but he would stand firm against his fear this time. "Corruption will sound in everything. If just the faintest whispers, or the loudest cries of pain." He wasn't sure exactly what the man meant by 'playing' and so he would stay silent, turning back to the rest of them. For a moment the winged beauty would catch his eye and his gaze would drift haltingly down her body, and he knew there was great danger in the curves of her bodice, the look in the pits of her most lovely eyes.

He would pry his eyes away to look to the armored man and he would vaguely recall the man's proclamation of titles. Then his mind would drift much farther into it's own depths as he came to realize he had no title to extend to them. He would look at the being set in his gaze, how was it this man's image was so different than his own, all of them so different. The branch would stop suddenly as he grabbed it holding it still, his nervous tick dispersed. This man reeked of some uniformity, some headstrong air of power. Cragin would pull the branch up, the faint glow growing stronger and he would stare at the man and then to the wise one. He would slide silently to the ground the branch seeming to vanish, sprawling out and linking his fingers together he would use them to prop his head up. Staring up, the trees creeping into his view but the gentle blue sky centered. He would seem to blend with the Earth, still only vaguely tuned to the three around him.

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"I want to meet the black thing"

With that comment of nowhere Trelàs stopped playing his music and started looking for some trace of the strange creature, Amentia didn't care and walked aimlessly "Help me search it" the Stone being grunted and after hitting the floor a couple of times he keep walking, Trelàs instead started playing again using his arm as a musical instrument until he saw beings who flew through the sky, it was beautiful and attracted his interest.

"Fly Amentia!" The one surrounded by mist jumped just to fall precipitously to the ground making everything shake and then groaned.

"Don't give up, if you want it you can do it" Trelàs began to laugh and kick him a a few times in his rock body, Amentia hit back without hesitation and the God went flying several meters still laughing.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE!?" he shout in a fit of rage, his left side began to move viciously especially his arm and almost all his eyes were on Amentia who hit the floor and grunted to show he wasn't daunted.

"Look there's the black thing" even though his appearance was somewhat different, no doubt, his eyes never deceive him though some of them saw things that didn't exist or contradicted each other but even so Trelàs walked in that direction followed by Amentia who forgot the conflict as quickly as the god.

Trelàs walked between the trees and Amentia just tossed them as he passed, suddenly came near the strange group and overhear a few words but didn't care, the black thing disappeared completely from his mind and his face had a twisted smile, his eyes rolled with excitement while he said.

"I'm Trelàs, guardian of the time and the elements, giver of life, an existence more ancient than the world you see" gave a spin over his grotesque left foot and his smile widen even more "Well, maybe I was born yesterday, you can never be sure of anything", sat on the floor and started drawing nonsense with his right hand on the ground, his shoulder's eye focused on the kind-looking old man, the yellow one that was over the mouth of his hand stared to the beautiful winged woman, too different from his grotesque appearance, two of which had in his knuckles looked at the hooded and the one with the shiny armor, but at least for now the ground looked more interesting.

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Lyandra took the information in the best she could. She wasn't sure what it meant for her yet, as she processed it within her self, the others moved around her, reacting. She was stone faced, not showing any of the stirring emotions within her.

She snapped back to reality in time to hear everyone exchanging their names. She did her best to keep her cool as the bubbling man ruined another of her angelic creatures. Breathing in the damp air she stilled her anger.

"You are like me, an echo of corruption." The child like one was speaking to the hooded one. The one who had stirred her with simply a look of his eyes. She could see how it bothered him. She smiled inwardly, men were so easy to read.

Another made himself known. He was disfigured and strange, looking nothing like the others before her. It saddened Lyandra, she pitied him. After hearing his introduction.

“I am Lyandra,” She finally spoke. Her voice seemed to bring warmth to the dark clearing, the animals got excited at the sound. She noticed, she was different in a lot of ways. In this moment, she knew what a woman was, and how she was the opposite of man. The opposite, but the same.

“I am the first woman.” She introduced herself, looking around at her kin.

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As they all introduced themselves and gave themselves names, Acanthus wondered. Where had they recieved their names? Who had given them? Indeed, How did he know what his own name was? Ah, but there it was, lingering in the very essense of his being. He was Acanthus. He was magic incarnate and the reciever of wisdom. It was not just a name, but a source of power.

There before him were five others, Kreios, Lyandra, Craigin, Trelàs, and the one in shining armor. They had explained themselves, but truly, it was their names that revealed so much more.

The child-like corruptor and changer of creations, Kreios: Acanthus felt the inner being of this creature in his name and knew much about the will to corrupt and change the creations of others.

The protector and creator of animals, the lover of children, the proud woman, Lyandra: In her name he felt the fire of her pride in what she was, he felt her caretaker's nature, the strength that comes with understanding her own beauty, and the strong will of one who was not to be defied.

The staunch guardian of all that was and is wild and the forebearer of change, Craigin: Acanthus felt in that name the inner peace that came with knowing one's responsibility, but also the inner turmoil that defined the conflict between protecting what is and allowing it to change.

Madness and chaos, pain and joy, destruction and unmaking, Trelàs: The unease that swept through Acanthus when he heard that name was unlike any other he had felt before. Even the torment of the Inferno had some rhyme and reason, this creature seemed diametrically opposed to everything that Acanthus stood for.

The one who stood before him had not yet given his name. But Acanthus could feel the power of Order seeping from him. The armor that he wore and the weapon that he carried pointed towards mortals and as yet unknown gatherings of multitudes of them. This one was meant to be a leader. Then the name came to him, this one was named Mathias.

It was with this discovery and the unveiling of the others' names that Acanthus learned the true value and power that was in a name. Especially the name of a god. The names of the gods reflected their true essence, and gave them unseen deffinition.

"Lyandra, Craigin, Trelàs, (He nearly spat that name out of his mouth) and the long-gone Kreios. It has been an eye opening experience indeed to meet all of you." He paused and looked straight into the eyes of the armored god before him. "As for your question, Mathias, I am Acanthus. I am the ArchMage and I am the Wellspring of Wisdom."

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Mathias stood silently only enough to gather each of the names spoken as he immediately whipped around and stared intently at Trelàs. At that moment in time nothing else existed in this world except Trelàs and as if by instinct he reached over his left shoulder and drew forth a long metallic, weapon. It is blunt at one end and has an imposing, sharp point at the other end. He twirled the spear with his right hand and slammed the dull end upon the ground. The slam created a resonating shake that Mathias had did not mean to do but that was unimportant. Without thinking he raised a finger and pointed it directly at Trelàs. Mathias began to shake as if trying to fight this feeling that some how is leading him to be unusually confrontational, but it was something about Trelàs. From looking at him he is receiving the same feeling of unpleasantness, disgust, and a stronger feeling altogether. It was the same as when Kreios touched his hand, when he heard the roar that shook the land, and when he felt uneasy just by looking at Cragin, Trelàs was a combination of all of those times. Mathias spoke directed at Trelàs as he lowered his finger.

"I...don't know what's happening, but....there's something...wrong with you." Mathias spoke as he waved his finger. "Are you really...my kin?" Mathias spoke as if he was in denial then Mathias began to sweat, "Why do I feel...so compelled to do something?" "It's like something's telling me to...to...be cautious of you." "Something...wants me...to be prepared." "I don't know what but...I am going to warn you...don't touch me, don't speak to me, don't even look at me...I can't abandon this feeling." Mathias said as he looked down and the back up to Trelàs. "If you ever harm...harm...me or something...I'm not sure what of, but I will...stop you?" "Yes with this..." Mathias paused to see himself holding a long object in his hand, something he didn't even realized was in his possession, "....this..." Mathias held it up to the sky as it shone brilliantly off the sun's rays, "...this...spear!" Mathias proudly shouted as he brought it to the ground once more. Mathias breathed deeply as the sweating stopped. He felt relieved that the moment passed him as the if wind just flew by his hair. Mathias realized that there were others around him once again. All of a sudden he felt a new emotion, as if he felt ashamed acting that way in front of the others. Mathias turned to every one, "I apologize." He spoke sincerely. "I do not know what happened but I apologize, " Mathias paused and looked at Trelàs, "even to you Trelàs." He said as he felt a slight twinge in the back of his mind. Mathias sheathed the spear upon his back as he turned to Acanthus.

"It is a great pleasure to meet you Acanthus...," Mathias paused, "...you are truly wise to guess my name...yes Mathias...that is what I am called." Mathias said as he closed eyes thinking upon that name. "My name is Mathias!" Mathias spoke as he opened his eyes. Another surprising gesture appeared as he bent his torso over in front of Acanthus and then stood straight once more.

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The many names were mentioned by the old man without attracting the attention of Trelàs until he heard his own name, Trelàs, it was the first time he heard his own name so applauded a few times making a weird sound then the armored one reacted in a wonderfully strange way, that was new and very different from what he had seen in Amentia and the black thing.

Trelàs stood up and lunged against the named Mathias ready to hit him in the same way that Amentia had hit him before but stopped after a few step with a crocked smile, since the moment that the spear slammed against the ground Amentia had begun to tapping the floor in a rather rhythmic way that seemed much more interesting, Trelàs started to laugh loudly for no apparent reason but didn't last long and he stepped back with a few hops and sat down again.

His left hand became instrument and he began play at the rhythm of Amentia, suddenly some intangible figures began to appear which take the appearance of those gathered there and walked towards the real ones.

"Use the spear!, he will bring us trouble!" the Fake Mathias spoke with an hysteric tone "Pierce him now that he's defenseless!"

"Why do we have to live with these beings so horrendous when we are so beautiful?", the Fake Lyandra looked at the others in disgust and after touring all over her body with her hands added "This world just needs our beauty"

"Listen to me since I am the wisest," spheres of light appeared in the hands of Fake Acanthus who started juggling them "You just have to pay attention to what I say as good kids and everything will be alright"

The false Cragin began to growl and put his hands on the ground like an animal, the other Trelàs leaned against the original who still playing said.
"You're pretty ugly"
"Haven't you looked in a mirror?" retorted the fake with a laugh
"What's that?"
"How the hell should I know?"
"Then don't use that word"
"Hmm, Your words have a deep meaning" the Fake sat down and began to meditate, then his own left hand grew and the mouth devoured the fake Trelàs whole, the euphoric melody accompanied with the laughter echoed all over the place.

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Kreios was going through the forest when suddenly he heard a beautiful sound behind him. It was as chaotic as his mind; they were having fun without him. Running full speed he broke out the forest, and saw fire figures dancing. He saw the new playmate he seemed like he would be more fun than the others, and then he ate his fire figure and this delighted Kreios. He summoned his crows and the Kreiochain, he ignored the other four, and especially the armored one because he had seemed too stiff, and to of not liked him much.
He heard the other fire figures mocking the others and that was funny to him, but he then showed his things to the new playmate. He showed his creations off to the new one hoping he would be more impressed then the other four had, and his prized possession, the shiny, which he pulled out of himself where he had stored it. He also showed off his shape shifting ability by pulling in the useless wings and morphing his hand into the same shape as his new friend’s hand, but no sound came out when he tried to play it. Maybe his new friend would make him a fire clone now too that would say funny thing about him, or show him how to play his transformed hand.

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Cragin would lay peacefully on the ground, more focused on his thoughts than the fools attempts at mocking him. Of course he was not the animal this man portrayed him to be and so why should he be on edge at the misconception, the ignorance? This man knew none of them but the clear half formed opinions would be evident and he respected the bold move. Surrounded by powerful Gods and yet he found it within him to come forth and make jokes at their expense. Cragin's gaze would dart the slightest bit to catch Kreios running back to the clearing, before it drifted lazily back to the sky. He would take note of the gentle wisps of white making up the clouds and he would sense a brooding storm in the depths of the sky in all it's splendor. Something within him knew that, the sky was a wild that could never be tamed, only ever attacked and corrupted over time. His body would stir the slightest bit with a pain to his chest.

He would look over to sum up the fool for the first time and there would be a look in his eyes of content, to have this man as kin. He would realize then that no matter what he was meant to be, he would be himself and act on what his own free mind would think. So if not by fate, by loyalty to stay true to these people around him. His mind would drift to thinking of their paths and their potential to do great or horrid things and he would dwell on Acanthus a peculiar feeling of trust, and then Lyandra for what seemed like a long moment before he would move on to thinking of the swift movement and natural reaction with the spear, and he knew that Mathias was a predator, and predators can hardly ever go so long without a fight. He would be the slightest bit confused at Kreios and Trelàs but he would trust that they could do well, if not their own nature bring them to sorry fates.

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Mathias stood there looking at the mirage-like copy of himself as it stood there mockingly. It's appearance was shocking to Mathias as this is the first time he would see a reflection of himself. Although he didn't appreciate Trelàs trying to insult him he was a bit stunned to be looking at himself. It's not so much vanity but more about wonderment, it is a new experience after all. Mathias didn't like the copy's choice of words and then Mathias thought it fair to warn it.

"I would advise against you attacking me, if you do I'll have no choice but to respond with force." Mathias calmly warned the duplicate, but he had the feeling it really didn't care at all. He's finding that most things that come Trelàs really have a sense of apathy towards others. Mathias turned his attention towards Trelàs who ate his copy. Mathias found it disgusting but it seems that would be normal of him. Then Cragin did his best to ignore the copy who was acting like something out of the wild. Mathias saw the other copies mocking the others that look like them, trying their best to get under their skin. Mathias decided he would ignore the copy as well but if it attacked then he will fight back. He saw that Kreios came back, as if things weren't already odd enough. Kreios tried to copy Trelàs by growing an arm like his and tried to copy the sounds it made as well. As with Lyandra's wings, Kreios could not produce the same abilities as Trelàs' hand. This made Mathias think a little. While Kreios could make himself look nearly exactly of anything he chooses to be, he cannot ultimately duplicate the same actions of what he sees. For some reason Mathias chose to remember this tidbit of information for future reference.

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Acanthus, more used to a slow and steady time of meditation, was a bit taken aback by the rash actions of the gods around him. It was not for him to decide their actions, however so he let it be. He looked at all the other's copies, ignoring his own for a time. At first it seemed that they were hurling insults and mocking the originals, but after a few moments, Acanthus realized that the new god was actually just portraying his brothers as he saw them. In that crazed mind, these depictions were just as good as reality.

Acanthus then turned to his own copy. It seemed to be superior and haughty, showing only false knowledge and wisdom. Acanthus knew that wisdom was not something one could copy, only gain over time. If his wisdom seemed overbearing and presumptuous it was because the younger god did not understand what true wisdom was, or true magic.

"Suhtnaca," Acanthus named his body-double, "You bear a semblance of life but are not alive. You bear the likeness of a deity but are not a deity. You claim to have wisdom, but do not. Everything that I have you lack, therefore you are the opposite of me. Not like me in any way but form. I banish you to leave this place and go back from whence you came. You will not get a rise out of me."

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Cragin would rise suddenly, the smooth branch appearing in his hand with the graceful movement of his body. He would peer around at the Gods a moment before walking over to the portrayal of himself he would pause a moment before with one swift swing he would drive the spikes at the end of his weapon into the depths of the hood. The crouched version on all fours would slump suddenly having looked up at him with wild eyes a moment before, it would become lax against the end, the tenseness and low growl dying away, and with a pale flash of green light the clone would be gone, dispersed. His grip on the weapon would tighten and with a nod of his head, to all of them, he would turn walking away and into the forest, he had the arrangements of protection to all within his natural vicinity to approach.

He would be a blur of movement as he broke through the tree line of the clearing, erupting in a run towards the mountain he could see through the canopy of leaves and branches above, but suddenly he would stop at the sight of something peculiar. A cave of sorts, set in a gentle rise of the earth, nearly hidden. He would raise the branch casting an eerie glow before ducking into the darkness, brushing ivy and growth aside. It would grow only wider as he would travel farther in, and suddenly the walls would split farther, then as the air around him became less constricted, the room vast. With several flicks of his wrist, pale green balls of light would hover about the room, setting it ablaze with flickering light.

He felt at home here, comforted, there was a drip in a corner and the sound of a small body of water at the farthest corner, he would wish to be here always for a moment. He went to work then creating a guardian, constructed of the strongest stone and sturdiest wood, it would be mangled and wicked wooden branches would cover an inside of stone, darkness at the pits of what seemed to be it's face in the form of narrow slits. It would be broad and at the least eleven feet, covered in the ivy and vine growth that had covered the entrance, and he would name it Graren and with a touch from his gentle hand he would give it life, resting his forehead against it's hand it would know. To protect this entrance, and then he would give him the ability to think and then he would create a companion for Graren, because he knew loneliness, and he wouldn't wish it upon anyone. The companion's appearance, slightly different, the branches smooth and angled in a way they were less fierce and he would name this one Tranren, giving it life and compassion before moving ever deeper into the cave.

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Mathias' initial wonder was all but vanishing as he looked at the double. The incessant prattle coming from it was beginning to annoy him as he decided to turn to Trelàs. He couldn't expect him to call them off or to destroy them or something like he did with his own, but the irritable look upon his face shows that he isn't amused. After shooting Trelàs a crossed glare he turned his attention back to Acanthus who spoke out to his duplicate. He called it Suhtnaca and explained how it comes off as the exact opposite. Look at Suhtnaca he could see the point in his declaration and understands it's cheap imitation of wisdom. In fact Mathias actually found it quite humorous how Acanthus depicted it so. He was almost tempted to ask of him how much his double is different and hopefully in a similar humorous manner. Still the presence of both Trelàs and Kreios was starting to get to him, the same ominous feeling he can't seem to escape from. Besides he felt the time to depart is nigh and decided to speak to Acanthus one more time before his departure.

"Excuse me, Acanthus." Mathias respectfully spoke. "I am about to take my leave of this meeting and it was a pleasure to meet you, might I add." "Yet, there is one more thing I would like to ask of you." " I'm sure you won't be in the same location twice and I'm sure you have many a important things to attend to." "So how does one find you and when will it be alright to find you?" Mathias asked. "Should I look for a Prachian or will you send one if you need us or what is your preferred method of communication?" Mathias stood there in the same rigid, yet stalwart manner he has accustomed himself too. Mathias pondered asking how he may find his kin even though he has the same ominous feeling that they don't personally care. He really didn't want to ask Trelàs or Kreios, mainly because he just doesn't feel comfortable around them. Mathias wasn't sure about Cragin, his silent, kind of mysterious visage makes Mathias wary of him. Perhaps Lyandra, maybe if she spoke out more. He had the feeling there are others but they have yet to reveal themselves. At this moment he was only concerned about Acanthus since he is the one he trusts the most.

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Trelàs was concentrating on his music so didn't pay much attention to the new god who came, a smile appeared on his face when the new change his appearance to try to mimic the hand that now he was playing, Trelàs made a pause of about moments to explain him how can play, but how he knew a way to produce these melodies?, shrugged and kept playing, it wasn't really something important, the duplicates seemed to have fun with the originals and Trelàs wished that his duplicate were here to see it, a tear run down his cheeks, followed by a slight laugh at the sight of the shiny thing that the new god had.

Trelàs was about to create a new copy when one of the gods did something unthinkable, just see it made Trelàs, like his music, tremble: Acanthus took the correct course of action, well also the hooded killed his copy but that wasn't so important, the melody became sad and slow.

"Acanthus the wise indeed" all copies said in unison, including Cragin who reformed himself out of nothing and spoke for the first time.

"A whim becomes test" said Ardnayl
"A Test reaffirms the existence" Saihtam
"A murder doesn't erase that existence" Nigarc
"And a name is always necessary" Suhtnaca
"Even if it's just the Form we have a link" spoken in unison
"You can not ignore yourself" Ardnayl
"You can not threaten yourself" Saihtam
"You can not kill yourself" Nigarc
"So what can we do?" asked the three.
"Simple, you just need a strong will to face yourself and don't lose" Suhtnaca replied "If you ignore, threats or attack yourself then you're one step closer to losing" a smile appeared on the face of the old man.
"Wouldn't it be better just get along?" asked the three again .
"He gets along with himself" Suhtnaca pointed Trelàs as an example who was playing with closed eyes the sad melody.

"By your will we shall disappear, Acanthus" everyone spoke and bowed and looked at their respective original, except Nigarc who had no one to see. "The question is: Will you be able to win again?" all smiled and vanished at that moment.

Trelàs stood up and looked at the toys along with their owner, one of his eyes revealed the muddy nature of this god, it was that or he was just seeing things you can never be sure and it doesn't matter
"I'm Trelàs, lord and master of manufacturing, Guardian of fire and powerful blacksmith" he introduced himself muttering a lot of words that whispered his inner voices, he didn't really heard voices but he liked to think that he was "Your toys are adorable or grotesque, I still haven't decided , but I have one toy too" he pointed to the cloud of fog which was some meters far, Amentia didn't pay attention to anything that had happened and began to do his things hidden by the fog that surrounds him, not even Trelàs could see it, "His name Amentia and is a pile of stones, has one eye and can barely see where is walking, is slow, weak and stupid"

A great blow crushed Trelàs against the ground, the rocky arm hidden in the fog was the culprit, the owner of the arm was the first being with whom he had spoken, who besides having inherited flesh and blood of a god seemed to share the same mental state that its creator, that's why he couldn't have any kind of loyalty to anyone and probably would self-destruct before giving someone the pleasure of control him.

It didn't ended with just one, Amentia hit him repeatedly creating a deep crater.

From the hole came the left hand of Trelàs bigger and hideous than ever, the repulsive thing quickly grabbed and the stone being and Trelàs's figure was visible on the surface again, all his eyes were glowing and had a sinister smile on his face
"Apologize" Amentia babbled some growls of repentance and Trelàs throw him through the skies with great force, "Like I told you, You can fly!" screamed and laughed, several minutes passed, "I wonder where will fall" spun around and bowed in front of those present there "I guess we'll meet again" and he began to looking for Amentia who could easily be mistaken with a particularly fast cloud right now.

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Cragin would stand in a massive cavern, thirty feet in length and at the least twenty feet across. The high ceiling would be strung with hanging vines and growth. There would be only the light of floating balls of energy drifting about the room and with a focused aim of the branch-like weapon in his strong hand he would go about creating a section in the back set against a dark sprout of water coming from a dark tunnel, it would cover the entire end with a pool of pitch water, and he would aim at the tunnel and soon green light would erupt from it in an impervious shower casting a more clear fluorescence about his home. He would then aim to the pool of water and with a gentle rise there would sprout in a layered formation a collection of rock in the form of an open faced box that would fit his body within. It would come at the top layer of a natural formation of stairs. The eruption of light behind it would creep from the edges making the formation a silhouette.

Cragin would step soundlessly up to the box and turn taking in the peaceful cascade of water from the tunnel, some of the cool liquid showering him as he would turn falling into the depths of the stone coffin, the branch would disperse as he would lay against the back, noticeably at a slight slant, his hood would dip down to hide his eyes and his arms and legs would relax as ivy and plant life would grow from the stone, wrapping him in a cocoon and creating a fourth wall, hiding him all together from the labyrinth he had constructed.

His mind would be ablaze with thoughts as he would drift soundlessly into a state of peace. Not sleep, by any means. But serenity with a clear mind, put to rest.

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Lyandra understood more as the man spoke and was put at ease. She accepted the gift graciously and stuck it in her wing for safe keeping. She knew then what she had to do. This world needed women, they were wise and were needed to keep men in line. It was then she knew that men needed women. Women also needed man.

"Thank you wise one," She thanked as she put the ring around her finger. With that she was off to find the one named Cragin. She was curious about these feelings she had, The one of the wood had stirred them the most. She wanted to explore this further and understand herself better. Once she knew what being a woman was about then she would create more. She would not leave them as clueless as she was.

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Acanthus
In the Library all was silent save for the scribbling of Acanthus. His handwriting was nearly perfect as he wrote spell upon spell into the tome in ancient runes of his own design. He put every spell and incantation into different schools. He made powerful spells require special materials and some even required blood or the very souls of the caster. Magic was versatile and Acanthus formed it into many different types.
The schools were Protection, Summoning, Calling, Creation, Healing, Teleportation, Divination, Enchantment, Influence, Energy, Enervation, Innervation, Illusion, Necromancy, and Transmutation.
The types of Magic were then added.
He made learned magic; that of the highest order. If it was studied it would grant amazing power. One had to spend many years to learn the secrets though and anyone with the will to study could become a master of these arts. He limited the ability of this type of magic so that one had to focus in a single school to be able to become truly powerful in their short lifespans.
He made magic that could be given away by the gods. Typically, a creature that received magic straight from their patron could only use spells that correlated with that patron’s portfolio.
He made innate magic, the kind that comes from a child born with a connection to the magic of the world. This seemed wild and unruly but in essence the mortals with this ability would be shaping magic from its raw form and therefore it was lawful in nature.
Remembering the power that he had felt in the names of the gods, Acanthus made true name magic. When a creature called upon the names of anything, in the language of the runes in the Tome, they could control it with a cost to themselves. If a mortal were to call on a god’s true name, they would surely be torn asunder by the power that lied therein.
He made magic so that it could combine with material objects. Gasses, liquids, and solids could all hold magic within them. Objects that were more solid could hold more magic. Gems, being condensed earth in crystalized form could become almost conduits for pure magical power.
He changed some magic, remembering the beautiful sounds that Trelas had made, and let it flow with the sound of music. Powerful musicians might cast spells with the sounds that they made.

He gave magic three Laws.
1. The more powerful the spell, the greater the cost.
2. No mortal can have under their control more than 5 schools.
3. The more schools that are under ones control, the less powerful they can be in any one category.

He paused there and looked back upon the Laws he had written and upon the spells and schools. In his eyes they were good. Then he put a special rune at the end of the book. He modeled the rune after Craigin’s name in the Rune language. Magic was given the ability to change. Mortals and gods could change it as they wished, without breaking the Laws he had created. He gave magic the ability to combine with itself in new and interesting forms. Then he relaxed in his chair and meditated for some time.

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It's been a few hours from the time Mathias collapsed to the time Cragin entered the hall. Mathias' eyes opened as he slowly stood to his feet. He rubbed his head briskly as if one had grass stuck in it. He turned to see Cragin standing only a few feet from him. Mathias stood there silently for the longest time as if trying to analyze Cragin until he finally spoke. "Came to investigate this place as well?" Mathias lightly asked trying to break the ice. "I noticed something happening upon the top of this mountain, I am particularly fond of this mountain and I had to see what the occurrence was." Mathias continued to speak. "It seems someone was very busy and I believe I know who it could be." Mathias then paused as he took the spear off the table and holstered it to his back once again.

Mathias wandered the hall, still listening to Cragin if he chooses to speak. If he doesn't then it wouldn't be a loss, it's not like Mathias cares if Cragin decides not too. Although it would be rude on his part it's not something Mathias will argue over, then it will be a waste of both their times. Mathias was impressed with the design as he finished his walk around of the table as he came up to Cragin once more. "I found passage ways to other rooms of this great place." "I believe I saw something more inside that one over there." Mathias pointed to the room where he caught a glimpse of bookshelves. "I assume your looking for the architect of this place as am I." Mathias looked towards Cragin. "Shall we proceed?" Mathias asked if Cragin wished to accompany him. Sure, he didn't feel all that comfortable around Cragin but he shall be willing to make a consensus with him. Might as well appear friendly before one turns hostile. Whether or not Cragin would come, Mathias must still see who he is guessing to be Acanthus, inside that room. His visions have stirred him and he would like to know more on what he saw. He really hoped Acanthus could answer those burning questions he himself provided in his unconscious state.

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"Excellent." Mathias responded. As he walked ahead of Cragin towards the great library. The image of him twirling the branch still vivid in his mind. He wasn't sure if that was Cragin's weapon of choice, it seemed a little low-tech but he did wield it gracefully. It almost reminded him of his sudden movements with his spear when Trelàs appeared. If anything it proved how capable of a fighter Cragin could be. If it ever came down to a skirmish between them, there is no telling what damage could be caused. Still Cragin's frame isn't as impressive as Mathias'. Sure Cragin is well-built, athletic, lean, but compared to Mathias he has considerable height and muscle over the more compact God. Perhaps thats what it's meant to be. Cragin is lean and quiet while Mathias is bulkier and vocal. Two opposites, thats how it appears to Mathias but even though it's Cragin, he is not like Trelàs or Kreios.

Mathias entered the great library not checking to see if Cragin was still following him. He just assumed he would. Mathias stared at the vast rows of books as he wondered what they are. It's the first time he has seen anything like this and he wondered what function it serves. Even with his sight seeing Mathias did not halt as he continued to enter deeper within the room. Eventually Mathias walked underneath a balcony and came upon a room with a fireplace and a set of two symmetrical spiral staircases. He looked at both and then to Cragin. "It would seem he walked up one of these...circling planks that leads up to a higher room." Mathias commented as he walked to one of them. "Just in case they lead to different areas I'll ascend one set and you can ascend the other." "If one of us finds something or nothing then we'll meet back here." "Unless you wish to ascend one set together of course." Mathias spoke as he stood next to the staircase on the left. Mathias had a feeling that Acanthus was up this set but it's better know the truth than just assuming. Mathias awaited to hear what Cragin wishes to do.

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The silence of the library was disturbed by visitors. Acanthus was roused as the two rounded the spiral staircases in front of him. He closed the Tome, signaling the end of his work on magic, until such time as he would have to return and continue his work. He looked at the visitors.

"Mathias! Cragin!" Acanthus said with joy. "Welcome to Hléradr, the shelter of the gods. I haven't been expecting guests just yet, or I would have prepared a feast." He motioned towards the rest of the library. "This is my room, as you can see. You can stay here if you wish, but you both have your own rooms in the hall, as do all of the others. I have even prepared for new arrivals, even of gods who have not yet been born." He looked at the two calmly. "Would you like a tour?"

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Mathias walked up the right staircase and before he could move further footsteps echoed from down the room. It wasn't Cragin but it was Acanthus himself. Once again a bright smiled appeared on his face as he was over-joyed to see us once again. Acanthus began to speak very excitedly over what he has accomplished and Mathias would be as well. It certainly is an accomplishment, very beautiful, very majestic, and very strangely inspirational. In fact this "Hléradr" was the only place Mathias felt comfortable at all in the whole world. It was strange, even with vast forests and expansive stretches of land he much preferred this single construction. He was much intrigued by finding his own world, if Acanthus' room was this grand then perhaps his is just as well. But before he became distracted Acanthus asked them both a question and Mathias looked towards the elder god as he asked about a tour.

"Oh I must apologize." Mathias spoke up. "Although having a tour of Hléradr sounds fine, I'm afraid both I and Cragin have come looking for answers." Mathias spoke make light hand gestures. "Anyway I'll go first." "Originally I noticed something strange happening to this mountain and decided to investigate." "After a long climb I must have passed out some where along the way and I saw something, something I have never seen before." "The experience itself was unlike any other I've had and it left me confused." Mathias explained his dilemma. "After I awoken, I stopped myself from falling further and resumed the climb once again." "What I saw during that period was...odd...I saw a construction something not natural like this building and a table in the middle of a round room." "I saw figures high above and from their it took a new direction, I saw vast rows of armored figures with wings like Lyandra's." Mathias paused for a moment as he furrowed his eyebrows. "When I reached the summit I passed out near the table in the hall and," Mathias paused once more , "I was visited by another vision and," Mathias paused and looked at Cragin and then backed to Acanthus, "Well if you don't mind I would like to speak of that later." Mathias suddenly backing out of his tale. Mathias awaited to hear what Acanthus made of it.

"So if you wouldn't mind me asking, what do you make of it?" Mathias asked. Before he heard Acanthus answer he sensed something else. A strange presence...something....unpredictable...it made him uneasy. Mathias decided to hide his discomfort he didn't want to disturb either of the Gods but perhaps they already sense it as well? If it is an enemy then Mathias is prepared to meet him, perhaps he will go quietly? Mathias mentally prepared himself nevertheless.

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Cragin would resolve himself to listen, crossing his arms over his chest and setting his gaze upon Acanthus. He was happy to say the least, to see the wise man happy, over joyed. And Mathias seemed overwhelmed as well. Like a young pup appealing to his father. You know that it comes from admiration and trust, but it seemed beyond that and for the first time, Cragin was taken aback by the draw of these Gods. His ears would perk at a sound that was vague, ringing out somewhere in the Hall. He would look down a moment as if challenging himself to leave, his focus distinct. He sensed that his werewolves were still following a potential corrupter of the wilds and he sensed a danger only beside him. And perhaps this man's curt look and resolution to with hold his latest 'vision' was an act of distrust. He wasn't offended, though he didn't see how the man would care.

"Thank you, for the offer." Cragin would look about a moment before continuing. "It appears you've already answered my question, and I thank you for that as well." He was slowly losing grasp and flashes of Kreios and the abomination obstructed his vision. He would look to Mathias and give him a nod, and then to Acanthus giving a small wave before his focus faded and returned in a different place. With an explosion of pale green light his physical form would be vaporized, reappearing before the child-like God.

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Craigin and Mathias greeted Acanthus and he was pleased that they had arrived. He nodded at Craigin when he thanked him and then let Mathias tell his story.

Acanthus listened intently to Mathias' vision. The strange creatures and constructions interested him greatly. He pondered the meaning of this, nodding throughout the short speech. When the younger god had finished, Craigin vanished without a word and though Acanthus was sad to see him go so soon, though he knew he would see him again soon enough. He turned to Mathias, eager to hear what else the younger god would say before he would try to perceive the meaning of the vision.

However, before they could continue the conversation, a large claw struck through the roof, distorting the view of the stars that had been displayed there. The claw retracted and Acanthus waved his arm, repairing the damage with a flick of his wrist. He turned towards Mathias.

"Yes, lets complete this talk later on. For now, let us greet this guest and see what new knowledge and wisdom it has to offer us. If that if alright with you."

He walked down the stairs and out of the door, through the main hall, and outside into a blizzard. He cast a spell of enduring elements onto himself and Mathias and then walked around the Hall so that he might see what had torn a rend through the great Hléradr, though he felt the familiar twinge that came with kinship. What he saw was an amazing sight indeed.

A young god sat outside, its flesh red and steaming in the cold. It had no real face, it seemed to be mostly teeth.

"Hail," Acanthus said, over the blizzard. "Perhaps you should come inside through the door, instead of the wall."

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Cragin would appear before the God, his stance becoming angry, the glare of his gaze extreme in it's color at the sight of his creations mangled and changed. His own area of the essence of the world disrupted and used for the corruption of his own creatures. His arms would shake slightly at his sides and he would twirl the branch with gentle ease in an attempt to calm himself with a medial task. He would plant his feet the branch stopping abruptly in his firm grasp, he would be pointing it at the child-like God with a savage display of hostility, a low growl escaping the depths of his hood. He had known combat for years upon years, protecting these very wilds, a beast in his own right. He wouldn't underestimate this adversary, but he knew from the deepest places of his chest that he could win against any foe placed before him.

His voice would be edged with a feral anger, indignant and pained. "How dare you." He would walk forth and there would be a stir in the forest as his guardians edged their way to the treeline of the clearing. He sensed six or seven of them watching, their fur bristling, barred teeth and twitching muscles. "What can you say for yourself, then?" He would demand answers from the man, his grip tightening, his left fist slightly raised at his side, curling and uncurling.

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Kreios was minding his own business when “Echo” appeared before him “How dare you, what can you say for yourself, then?" Echo yelled at him. Kreios was taken aback “what are you talking about you sent me toys and part of the game was catching them wasn’t it?” He felt something behind him and turned around and sensed one of the wolf men, Hydra and a new something talking or fighting. Kreios said to Echo “I’ll play with you in a minute there is someone new over there” as he ran over he saw a man with shiny stuff all around him and had the things the pretty lady had on her back. “Hey don’t mess with Hydra, he is an interesting toy, but who are you I’m Kreios, this is my forest, behind me Echo might follow” he turned to the unfurry wolfman “oh you feel like a wolf man but look like me, let’s see if I can change you” he reached out a hand and stuck his hand inside the wolfman's chest “ok I feel the changing ability and I feel the beast let’s see what happens when I take the wolf and ” he reached out and touched the hydra “replace it with hydra.” As he changed the wolfman he screamed in pain and the hydras heads screamed and thrashed but as soon as he removed the hands they both collapsed. He turned and looked at the new person “I love playing with my toys but can’t make toys so I take others and change them, except when they stop moving then they don’t change though my other toys like to eat them.” He reached out his hand to greet the new person.

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Cragin's eyes would flare and a low snarl would sound through the hood as he hunched over with mad laughter at the hurting of his creation he would rise holding up a hand and his werewolves would charge from the treeline looking to tear apart and damage the God's creations as he had did to his own. He would be a blur of speed, nearly indistinguishable and silent amongst the sudden chaos. He would appear behind the child-like God, suspended in the air in a great and powerful leap, it would almost seem that he had teleported, his body would emit a troubling glow and a world shaking kick would be released at the back of the man's head that had corrupted his creations. Who had the audacity to do such things. The kick fueled by anger and sudden hate would pull oxygen from the area for a moment, emitting a large pulse and blowing the trees of the surrounding forest back and creating a whipping sound in the air. The rain and darkness of the night creating a strange effect on the landscape, and creating a strange array of colors on Cragin's mass.

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The attack of Hydra made Kylian start to dodge, until Hydra zompletely froze, all nine pairs of eyes focused on something. So he looked, and sure enough, there seemed to be some sort of creature running into the clearing. Behind him the werewolf started to growl. Hydra's reaction interested him the most though. One of heads seemed to be overjoyed to see the creature. Then 3 were trying to eat it, but couldn't move much with the 4 that were trying their hardest to run away. The nin-

Kylain ducked and rolled out of the way since the ninth seemed to remember how it wanted to eat him. He was safe just out of reach since the serpent couldn't move when it was so conflicted. It was trying to go 3 different directions at once and so it couldn't even go in one.

Looking at the creature had engendered such an odd response, he found himself struck by an odd feeling of familiarity as he examined it. Along with a faint sense of, 'wrongness'. To his surprise the creature ran right up to him.

“Hey don’t mess with Hydra, he is an interesting toy, but who are you I’m Kreios, this is my forest, behind me Echo might follow.” then he looked to the werewolf next to him, "Oh you feel like a wolf man but look like me, let’s see if I can change you.” then he reached his hand into the werewolf's chest! Kylain was shocked, but should he do something, he didn't know what was going on. Though he saw the shocked and horrified look on the werewolf face and started to move forward, deciding to try and do, something. "Ok I feel the changing ability and I feel the beast let’s see what happens when I take the wolf and," he reached out and touched one of Hydra's heads that were reaching for him, "replace it with Hydra." suddeny; both Hydra and the werewolf started to scream in pain. Completely sure that this creature was doing something very bad, he ran forward and pulled the werewolf away from it. It's hand slid right out of the werewolf's chest, but then the werewolf collapsed just as suddenly. A large thump indicated that Hydra had collapsed as well. And there was the creature, standing there with it's hand out towards him like nothing had happened.

“I love playing with my toys but can’t make toys so I take others and change them, except when they stop moving then they don’t change though my other toys like to eat them.” he was furious, this creature was just standing there acting like it hadn't just caused so much pain to these two beings. He could faintly see the light in his skin flaring up as his anger grew. At that moment though, with a flash, another one showed up about to kick the first one.

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Kreios was smiling at the new god when suddenly a foot went through him, it didn’t faze him and turned around to greet Echo when he realized that one of the eggs he was holding inside him had shattered. His smile suddenly turned into a frown and he yelled “you broke one of my toys, YOU BROKE ONE OF MY TOYS”. Of all the tantrums he had thrown this one was the worst he didn’t lose his shape this time though, it was much worse he released a pulse of pure chaotic energy. The only two things within the forest that wasn’t a god that didn’t change were the Hydra and the Kreiochain. Every plant and animal within in the distance the pulse had released warped; over half didn’t survive the change, the rest changed to monsters. Trees grew fruits that if you ate it would warp you, or became carnivorous, insects became have minded swarms that could strip flesh in seconds, or big enough that one could fight equal with a wolf, tangle weed became tangle vines, the three werewolves that survived one grew two more heads, another wolf form grew four times its regular size, and the final one was stuck in a human form except with the speed strength claws and teeth of a wolf. Kreios didn’t even see what was happening because with the little strength he had left he shot a beam of chaos energy at Echo away with what was left of his full power. The beam used up what little power he had left after releasing the pure chaos explosion, then Kreios passed out and turned to a pile of mud, sleeping to regain his strength.

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Cragin landed with a soft thud, twirling the branch as suddenly Kreios turned around after a pleasant, crack from somewhere within his head. He said something inaudible in Cragin's calming rage and began to hunch over. Suddenly something sickening was about as waves of corruption were emitted and the near forest began to change, as did his creations and for this, Kreios must pay. The werewolves behind him were abnormal now, mutated from their limbs to the way their snouts set. Ugly beasts so far from the perfection they once knew. Suddenly Kreios raised a hand and power radiated from it. Cragin's analytic mind would pick up the slight movement, judging the depth of this new attack, and something clicked, he pivoted into the raised arm grabbing it at the wrist and redirecting it to his right, it would erupt with a beam of energy, and their would be a warped sound as it first hit the ground, then the trees, and was launched into the sky as Cragin struggled with it, bringing the staff up to assist in the raising of the God's arm. And as it dissipated, Kreios in his trance-like state would begin to sink into mud much to the Guardians surprise.

And he would turn letting go of the clay as it began falling apart and charge forth ducking beneath a swing from one of the corrupted werewolves bringing up the branch in a devastating blow to the creature's abdomen, the branch would radiate with power and the beast would explode in an array of green colors. He charged forth yet again sweeping away a strong clawed hand with the end of the mangled weapon before engaging a spin, he would drive the end into the werewolf's chest knocking it back, then holding it out, an array of flared color would flare from the end setting the corrupted beast alight. It would spin away snarling, being put to rest. And in this moment more of the guardians of the forests would rush through the trees setting about the clean-up.

Cragin would look back seeing a young man, that looked to be a mortal aside from faintly glowing markings and a large set of wings. He would look to the man sensing great power. There was confusion about him as his creations set to the task of killing Kreios'. "I sense a great power in you, and can only infer that you're my kin. I ask for your assistance, in the purging and clearing away of this darkness this brother has set upon the All Father's wilds." Cragin's voice would be solemn, calm now and stern in the request. He would look about at the darkened trees, he knew evil now, in the form of such degradation. He would walk over to the pile of powerful resting clay and his hood would move slightly as if he'd cocked an eyebrow. He would lower the spikes to it, and it would seem a carbon based cage would begin to form out of a solid and yet, ether like green metal leaving the thinnest slits, as it began to form around the God's resting remains. He would bring the villain unto Acanthus, the wise God would know what to do, surely.

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The kick that came from the man would've shattered any tree in this forest, yet to the creature in front of him, all it did was momentarily distort it. The creature obviously wasn't as solid as it looked. It turned to the new one, a smile still on it's face. Not quite the look he expected it to have towards one that had at least tried to hurt it, possibly kill it. When suddenly, he felt a surge of power. The same kind of chaotic energy that he'd felt when the creature had touched the werewolf, but this time a thousand times greater.

"You broke one of my toys, YOU BROKE ONE OF MY TOYS!" he had no idea what the creature was talking about, but he could tell it was furious. Suddenly the chaos he felt surged outward in a massive wave of power. He understood right away the evil that was this power. But even now it changed the other werewolves, when the wave reached him, he lifted his right arm, the marks of the armor glowing brighter as the wave broke against him slightly pushing him back. He needed to do something, just a pinprick of the power let forth could caused such pain to the werewolf and Hydra, he couldn't just let this happen, because who knew how much devastation would occur because of it. And then, in response to some instinct he couldn't quite understand, he shoved the power back just long enough for him to spread his arms wide, his wings flaring as he poured his own power out. Light began to pour forth from his hands, speeding past the chaos, fast enough to begin spreading out in a barrier 50 feet across, to contain the power.

Holding the wall was straining but he could manage despite that. Then the wave hit him, and it felt like he took a hit to the stomach, but he could stand it. Then the wave collided with the wall, and he felt like he was being torn apart. He was fighting as hard as he could just to keep the barrier up, he couldn't understand how the creature was able to release such a steady amount of such great power. It felt like his body was slowly being ripped apart, but he had to keep the barrier up, he couldn't let the chaos infect the rest of the forest. After what seemed like an eternity of this, finally the power died off, and he collapsed to his knees as the barrier shattered. He looked towards the creature and saw only the new one standing over a pile of clay.

"I sense a great power in you, and can only infer that you're my kin. I ask for your assistance, in the purging and clearing away of this darkness this brother has set upon the All Father's wilds." Kin? Indeed that would explain the sense of familiarity he got from him. As for help, well, he'd try, but he didn't know how much he could do at the moment. He stood up, though his whole body burned, and walked over the man. He held out his arm to him.

"I feel that you have some tie to this place. So use my power to set it right again." the man hesitated for only a moment before grasping his arm. And then his power flared outwards. The twisted and warped forest and creatures slowly began to twist back into how they were before. Soon the forest was back to the way it was before, but not soon enough. Because he almost immediately collapsed after the man fixed the forest. The other man looked winded, but that was all. Whereas he could see his vision blacking out and his body going limp. In the corner of his eyes he could see his wings dying down to a mere flicker, and the markings on his skin going dim. "Damn, way too much has happened today, I'm just gonna..." and he fell over as he passed out.

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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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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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Nylia

Was this God truly as wise as he seemed? Or was it all just what he was labelled, what the All Father wanted them to believe? "My apologies Acanthus but that judgement has its faults," Nylia said, it was in her blood to use her words to sway opinions and she used said gift unconsciously. "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?" Nylia asked pleadingly. "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?" Nylia didn't understand why she felt so close to the creatures, even though she didn't even know them. She understood how they felt out of place, but she didn't know why. Why did she feel so out of place?

She turned to Ulmo, he seemed to be an extremely powerful God so hopefully he could help her. Putting one hand on his chest and wrapping the other around his back she pleaded, "Ulmo, please tell me you understand, please tell Acanthus this is wrong," Nylia said. Was what she was doing wrong? She didn't know but it felt so right, so she continued pleading to Acanthus to change his judgement, and Ulmo to help her.

It seemed as though Cragin disagreed with Acanthus as well, maybe his judgement would be edited.

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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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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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Nylia

Nylia was overjoyed that Ulmo agreed with her. After, that a God with blue and blonde hair agreed as well. The whole trial was very difficult to go through, and eventually Acanthus reached his final judgement, that Kreios would torture and corrupt mortals who had done wrong and were sent to the Lower Realm. Nylia knew she was pleased with this judgement and hoped that Kreios would abide by it. If he didn't though, Nylia knew that she wouldn't respond as peacefully as she did now, but didn't verbalize that fact. Thinking back on the not so professional matters of the trial Nylia smelled Ulmo discreetly, to her he smelled more like a sweet ocean breeze than that of a murky sea. She moved in closer to Ulmo, "Thank you for your help, you have my gratitude," she said resting on his body.

She then looked towards Acanthus, perhaps he was wise and still just wasn't used to dealing with public disputes. She started moving away from Ulmo, sliding her hand down from his chest, slipping away at his midriff and bowed to Acanthus. "I came here seeking your knowledge and have many questions I would like to ask you. Is there any time we can meet?" Nylia asked, still judging her eldest brother.

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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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The setting changes from Paradise to The Middle Realm

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Genocide found himself amused by the actions and words of these strangers. The cold glares full of hate at his presence. The uncomfortable shift among their ranks as they got ready for sudden conflict. The blue haired one full of good thoughts and deeds even conjured a blade and barred himself in front of the girl that radiated innocence. How chivalrous. Even his voice echoed of pointless heroism, the protection of the weak and the belief in the light. And then there was the man clad in green who radiated the essence of nature and it's simple existence that felt strangely familiar. As he spout some nonsense about his guardians and their pain, understanding clicked in the war god's mind as he let out a coy laugh that echoed in his helm. "Oh, yes. The forest beasts. The ones who bore your power with their strong muscles and sharp teeth. They had so much life in them. So much rage. How they fought valiantly." Genocide swept one arm to the side as he pushed his cloak from him to reveal one powerful arm clad tightly in the dark metals as well as the bright crimson that clung to the inner seams of the cloak. "How they died boldly. Such good times I've had already." His head turned very purposefully to stare at the blue haired god again. "Nothing is better than bending what stands ever so resilient until it breaks." The mere words brought thick tension to the room.

And then the old one spoke, taking up all of the war god's attention. His voice was filled with ancient wisdom, of the ages he had gone through and the secrets he found and still desired. And yet it spoke so pitifully of peace. He stepped towards the wizard, ignoring all those around him as he spoke again, the false cheer in his voice thicker than ever. "Ah, how incredibly rude of me. I am..." With a dramatic wave of his hand, he threw the cloak from his other shoulder and let it flow behind as if a strange wind began blowing on him and him alone as the entirety of his form was exposed, reflecting the light that filled the room away from him. "Genocide, the sonless Bloodfather and armyless Warlord. I am blade swung, arrows notched, wounds opened, bloods spilled. I am all that wishes harm... including the bloodlust that radiates from you so called 'benevolent' entities who claim justice and would strike down any who oppose it. As for what I want..." He bent down to look the bearded old cod straight in the eyes. "I want everything. The land, the sky, the ocean. Everything that breathes in this realm under my iron heel, begging for mercy that will not come. And most importantly..." He stepped back and looked around at all the gods who surrounded him. "I want it to be fought for, tooth and nail. Fought until the ground is soiled with blood. Fought until only the strongest are left." His head turned to stare directly into the eyes of the silver knight. "Fought so what is right and what is wrong can be decided the way it was always meant to be."

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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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Nylia

Nylia was caught on surprise as Genocide entered. A wave of fear rushed towards her, but still, she wasn't scared. it was quite odd but she embraced that fact and was happy that she wouldn't stay petrified. Nylia stood up, now not bowing to Acanthus she looked around and saw as everyone drew their weapons; thinking perhaps she should make a weapon as well, but now wasn't the time. Acanthus spoke words if wisdom, but they still weren't words to resolve the conflict, all they would do is put a momentary pause to the battle. She strode closer to Genocide, and knew that he did horrible things to Cragin's creations. Although she didn't find that acceptable, she had to be careful, in her eyes, she believed this God could do much more damage then Kreios, who was now standing next to him, babbling about his brethren being mean, but she brushed him aside, staying focused on Genocide. Though it was hard to ignore the random and quite amusing entrance of another God. She flashed a smile at him and continued closing in to Genocide.

She stopped far enough that if he attacked her, she would be able to react and dodge, but close enough that it made her seem comfortable with him. "Hello Genocide, please tell me why you wish to start conflict so early in your life?" Nylia asked him calmly. "I mean, wouldn't you wish to stay in wait, until the Gods create more things to destroy?" Nylia asked silently enough so the other Gods wouldn't hear her. Moving closer to him as she believed she gained his trust. "Why don't you stay peaceful now, and later you can have all fight in your name?" Nylia whispered in his ear, grasping his armored hand with her.

Nylia was only spurting out lies though, she wanted to keep Genocide peaceful for as long as she could, so the other Gods could grow stronger and be even more prepared to defeat Genocide if the need arose, and then be powerful enough to clean up and bring peace back to humanity after the conflict. She knew that as of now they weren't powerful enough to do this, and that catastrophic things would happen if they began battling now. She hoped that Genocide would agree with her, but she tried her best to keep these inner thoughts hidden, so that Genocide would trust her.

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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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His words had struck the powerful cord he hoped they would. There was a stir among the gods, both of fear and hate that made the war god almost giddy with pleasure. Without having caused any direct harm to those present, he'd already made enemies and drawn the line in the sand for the future battles to come. The very though of it brought Genocide's blood to a gleeful boil. And as if to prove his small victory, the pitiful mad beast that had been sitting out in the snow barged in and decreed a hasty and and surprisingly witty comment, blurring words in an attempt to defend Genocide, using the logic that his killing of their creatures and their killing of the mud god's 'toys'. Ah, Kreios. A pathetic, sniveling entity with as much potential for chaos as any true bringer of bloodshed could ask for. Without even putting even an ounce of effort into it, Genocide had already managed to find an ally among the gods. How easily things fell into place.

And speaking of falling... a figure fell down from the skies, lying there in what he could only imagine to be pain before his hat fell on top of him with rather comical timing. Genocide found this position to be strangely appropriate for the man who lay on the ground as he felt the radiance of an incomplete explorer come from him. A man who not only found himself in strange places and situations but craved it. However, he sensed little use or threat in him as he simply scoffed at the strange new visitor and focused instead on the light haired vixen who had been bowing in respect to the old sorcerer as she had begun to approach him with a smile on her lips.

She was bold to approach him when even the mighty champions of justice refused to do more than take steps back. He rewarded her actions with what little patience he could muster. He was disappointed by the result. She spoke of waiting, giving promises of great battles and massive bloodshed to come if he'd only wait and give him enemies an edge. And yet she spoke in such a way that made it hard to resist such requests and as she brushed her hand against his, it became quiet an effort to not simply give into the idea. But then a memory bubbled up in the back of his mind. While this woman held divine beauty, she also held terrible power. He felt a mix of good intent and ill will as her soft skin touched his steely flesh. He looked down into her eyes and behind all the promises and pleasantries, he saw only spite and lies. He lifted one metal clad hand to stroke her cheek gently with the back of his fingers, going along the act for just a bit longer. "So you wish to bring peace for just a bit longer, little white rose? A tempting offer to say the least," he said in a metallic coo as he kept his voice lowered for her to hear alone. "However..." His hands slid back down her face as he gripped her chin firmly and forced her to look directly into his eyes. "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."

He released his grip and took a step back as he gauged others for reaction. He looked back to the wise old god but found him to be distracted as the silver clad night seemed to be breaking down away from the rest of them. Genocide watched his display and let out a cold chuckle. "Seems he was more fragile than I anticipated..." His head turned towards the green clad man who guarded the forest as he turned towards him and approached, waving off Nylia as if she was just some after though. "Now, about that -payment- I owe you.."

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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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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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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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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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Miurcrost wasn't new to the concept of pain, all feet get sore if you walk on them long enough. But the kind of blindingly-intense pain that shot through his entire nervous system was a new -if unwelcome- sensation. He'd have preferred to lay on the ground for a few minutes longer, wait for the pain to go away, but he knew that something was amiss when the room flooded with water, mud, and screaming. He believed he'd heard something about portals and the necessity thereof. A phrase flared through his mind that was both new and sensible.
Ask, and ye shall receive
And receive they did. With what bit of focus he could muster whilst being washed about the room like a rat circling the drain, he opened as many portals as he could on the floor, feeding into an equal number on the ceiling, which all led to an output portal on the far wall, directly facing the preexisting wound in the fabric of space-time. He did his best to aim one beneath the feet of the large, rather violent-looking individual and the infantile squishy thing. Hopefully that effort would calm them down, and allow him to get some peace and quiet.

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Foteea watched in silence as the conflict came to a head after a shout from Acanthus and each of the gods displayed their power. A portal opened, energies flashed, water flooded the hall and muddy tentacles grasped for whatever they could find. She backed away from the center of the chaos, a gateway to a land of fire and darkness. The longer the goddess stared into the portal, the more she felt that wherever that portal led to was full of malice and energies that wouldn't hesitate to pull her apart. As the water rose and the goddess was splashed, she willed herself higher from the floor; she had felt similar pain earlier, and she wasn't much of a fan. Floating above it all, the energies and voices rising, her body seemed to become brighter and hotter, responding to the passions and energy in the hall. As one of the mud tentacles attempted to grab her, the tentacles solidified and crumbled to dust from the heat. She continued to watch from above as the chaos continued below her.

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Kreios looked behind him and saw the fiery portal, his tentacles were mostly destroyed, he didn’t have the strength to hold on any more he yelled as they fell in. when he landed inside him he felt the other two eggs break, he took out the two new creatures, a small female with snake tail for legs and snake head for hair was one. The other was warped beyond what he could do, the egg must of absorbed the powers used against him, not a lot just enough to change it. The energies he could feel, the forest must have been when the third egg broke, magic when the old man had helped him, shiny from when the fast one had hurt him, ferocity from his new friend, the holes from the one that had fallen, trickiness from the lady that the fast one had saved, water from the blue hair. The beast had fin and gill but also lungs and wings, he had strong resistance to magic, it could trick eyes, and super speed if it wanted, it ate through anything and when threatened it opened a hole to escape. He knew it would not be controlled except by force it was the portal worm, and as he saw it flew through a hole to new feeding grounds. Now the only toy he had was the snake girl, he started to cry, “I thought they were my friends, now I think my only friend is you.” As he looked around he saw very bare lands, very little to play with. “Ok friend were are we going to?” he asked as he followed Genocide.

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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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Cragin, without a word, and through the power of his own will. Would rise from his knee as the water began draining from the room, it would splash despite his overall silence and he would give a slight nod to Acanthus, a solemn look on his face. His body was exhausted and begged and pleaded with every step for him to stop. The God of Change's heart burned with the loss of all he had known love for. All that had comforted him before he had even owned life. He would walk out of the palace, opening the door. He would stop a moment, letting the darkness of the night and the snow settle on him. He didn't look back to see if his kin would follow him, he suspected they wouldn't tend to it so soon after such an occurence. This was what he was created for and he would not allow this beast to take from him, allies or none. He would focus a moment, managing a poor twirl of the branch for comfort as he vanished in an array of blinding green light.

He had no problem locating the source of the destruction in the rapid change he was creating on the Middle Realm. And he appeared before the massive beast slamming the ground with one massive blow an explosion of healthy light would catch the trees and they would spring to life, the ground at Cragin's feet becoming fertile. The Dragon Kin was gigantic in size and he was a sight to behold. But he would look up defiantly, the intent of his visit clear in the fire of his green gaze.

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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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Cragin would whip the branch, the twirl of it sending an essence of green upon the fires as they began to engulf the setting around him. Lazily the movement would subdue them and he would stare up at the Dragon, the booming voice setting the charred and newly healed trees about him moving. Every muscle twitched with the urge to release a furry of no bounds, fueled by his anger and newly formed hate from the pain left by this God's careless actions. An emptyness within his heart left even after the repairing of most of what he had known. Cragin's voice would be loud, a whisper even though it was an echo of loud voice seeming to come from the very air around Malus.

"You've torn down all I've ever loved, engulfed my peace in flame and drove my children into a void, destroyed everything I am, on a whim and without remorse." The voice would be calm, as now he knew the proper way to go about. His anger masked in the frivolousness of his ever rapid mind. He studied the creature, from the scales and fire born nature to the way it stood. Heat radiated from the very being. A low snarl would escape the depths of the hood and his body would quake slightly with the recomposing.

"You are my brother and you've hurt all I know, and what have I done to earn this disrespect?" His tongue would play with the words, enunciating them in a way that made their wicked nature apparent. "Nothing, and so extend it now, answer for your crimes, give me reason." His gaze would betray his words as there was a ferocity about it.

Somewhere not so far off he sensed another of his brothers.

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Acanthus

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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Korterra lingered near his ruins, his fanged grin spread wide across his face. In wait, his great wings would stretch far and then fold closer to his main body. His two sets of arms remained open and spread, as if it would make him more noticeable on the chaos riddled horizon. How could this have happened to the middle realm? He did not leave often, but he would expect this kind of destruction to spread across the the realm when he was absent, not when he was awake and watching from below. Although, in hindsight, he perhaps should have come more quickly to the surface to see what was amiss. Ah, but one cannot dwell on the Should haves or what What Ifs - That's what nightmares were made of, after all, and he out of all would know it best.

A greater feeling of power came from nearby, and he sensed that whatever was causing such widespread devastation couldn't be far - And he silently hoped that it was more than one of his brothers or sisters, for a single one to have such great energy would be rather disconcerting, indeed. The further any conflict was from his previous ruins, the better. The land around it had already been scorched, but the ruins were lucky enough to have been spared, for the time being anyway. With lumbering, thunderous steps, he began to wander towards the force of destruction.

It was far from long when he discovered it was thankfully more than just one of his brothers or sisters with such energy surrounding them. Bringing both sets of arms up and spreading his wings as if to announce his arrival, he began to speak.

"My ruins! The great, dark forestry across the surface of this now desolate realm!" he roared, as if to mourn them. "You are my brother, i know this for sure, but why have you brought such destruction onto all that we have strive to protect!" Despite his accusation and obvious displeasure, the sick, twisted grin did not leave his face. "What have we so done to deserve such disrespectful devastation of our domains?" His thunderous voice sounded almost a rumble from the throat of Korterra's beast form. He made no moves of aggression, but of incredulous demanding for purpose or any shred of reason - Despite how the God of Labyrinth seemed far from his own mind most of the time. Although he demanded explanation, of course if a fragmented shard of logic were to be demanded of him, there was not much thought given to the idea of him offering such.

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Acanthus

The words of eternity flowed from him and into the Tome of Acanthus. Words of Magic and Power, words of Wisdom and Knowledge they flowed through the quill pen, inking out the very essence of who Acanthus was and all of his deeds to date. This would come to be the first of many religious texts. He continued writing in his book as Mathias walked in. Unable to stop he simply looked up as his hands continued to write. "What is the problem child?" He asked as Mathias shook his head and talked to himself. Acanthus became slightly worried. "Are you alright?"


Sinclaire, Yldrich, Fen, Whisrul, Xin, Laoradah

Sinclaire nodded to the Mad One and watched him leave. It sighed a breath of relief, happy to still be alive and not encaged like the blue bird had been. It turned to the gathered Senri. "I am willing to impart as much knowledge as I have that you require. My Lord Acanthus has given me this task, and I would stay with you and help you to the best of my abilities."

Yldrich entered the cavern striding forward, confident in its abilities and wisdom. It strode through the winding tunnels and came into a large cavern. it it there were several large reptilian beasts. They were much larger than Yldrich had come to believe, but it looked up at them without fear. "Hail dragons. I am Yldrich."

Fen dropped to the ground and watched the great eagle dissipate. It summoned a spiritual wolf. "Sniff out the mortals like you."

Whisrul, Laoradah, and Xin felt the calling and knew that there were more mortals in the world. Wisrul and Xin headed out towards the Crescent mountains. They conversed together, wondering why both of them were going to the same place.

Laoradah went to the southern islands, searching for the red skinned mortals it had heard of. It prepared defensive spells, just in case.

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Acanthus

Mathias seemed to go into hysterics and Acanthus got up and walked over to him. “What has come over you child? “ He shook his head in sadness. “These voices may not be natural…”The quill pen continued to write even though he was now far from his desk. Acanthus put his withered hand on Mathias’ head. “I would see this vision for myself, if I may.”

Sinclaire, Yldrich, Fen, Whisrul, Xin, Laoradah

Sinclaire received vacant stares from the Senri. It wondered what its master would do at a time like this. In spoke into their minds softly, “What are your names?” The Senri simply shook their heads. “No names?” Sinclaire asked dumbfounded. “Well that can’t be right…Which is first among you?” The firstborn of Trelas stepped forward. “I will name you Jehtah because it means firstborn in the magic language. “ It bowed before the Senri. “Now, Jehtah, how may I serve you?”

Yldrich walked forward towards the dragons. They seemed to be napping. It raised its mental voice slightly. “Hail, dragons! Well met! I am Yldrich!”

Fen stopped short when a large wolf creature ran into a clearing. It was not sure about having to deal with such a large beast. But then the werewolf shrunk down into a more manageable size and Fen relaxed a bit. “Hi there! I’m Fen.”

Whisrul and Xin continued walking ever forward until they noticed the large group of warriors who seemed to be on horseback. They continued on. They were peaceful in nature and did not think anything of this group. They waved their arms in greeting.

Laoradah walked towards the red Krul. The fly in its head buzzed but could not move towards its brain. There was no blood to take it there. Laoradah, fully prepared, entered the forests of the Krul. It truly did feel mad, entering the home of the god of violence and war. But it had a duty to do and it would not desist in its attempts to meet these mortals.

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Njin

This Fen, character. Seemed a bit odd, void of features, creating an air of mystery that left the werewolf a bit unsettled. He had seen Praichans before and they never ceased to be the slightest bit creepy behind such veils, but they always did right by the wilderness, running about seeming content to duties more profound than their thinking allowed them to understand or question completely. He had had no idea they could speak, and assumed based on the lack of tongues. It was uncomfortable to say the least, the voice within his mind, as if his privacy had been breached and he wondered what else was trifled with.

His voice would be noble and hesitant in places, deep and skeptical. "Hello, Fen, I am Njin, and I'm pleased to make your acquaintance." His eyebrows would raise slightly, one arched as he guessed at a great many things. He would cross his arms, the muscles protruding to reveal a small metalic clamor of light making a wicked path down his upper right arm. "Might I ask why you're here?" He would reveal a wolfish grin, the right canine slightly revealed to further reveal the man's animalistic nature.

Cragin

Cragin appeared in a vast field in the territory he had chosen at the corner of this vast Realm. The encounter with his brother Malus had been easier than he had expected, void of combat and only heated words. There was more to the Dragon Lord than met his eye. A respect and willingness to be open minded. More heart in that fire of the God's soul than was to be expected after the senseless action of burning the Middle Realm.

There was an aching in his very being, a yearning to rest, but now was not the time. This territory would require a race of powerful people to inhabit it. So Cragin set about the task, leaning on the branch for support as he envisioned his people. His elite werewolves stood about, save Njin and a few others. There was no telling where the warrior was, and Cragin did not mind. It was not a requirement they be here, after all. After all the fighting there were less than thirty five of the beasts about the forests.

He focused, long and hard thinking, and he would be a sorry sight, as he pulled himself from the branch to stand straight and tall in his actions. He held the branch out before him and there would be a stirring of the trees, and a rustling of fallen leaves and brush. Structures of wood would appear between the trees surrounding the forest, seeming to bend and mold themselves to be a natural part of the environment. A stone mass would rise from the ground and he would break it down to reveal a cavernous space with a glowing, representation of a fire pit. He would create a vast city in this natural manner and soon a hundred mortals would walk about their most beautiful home, a waterfall of dark unnatural looking water would cascade in the middle where a small mountain had a clear cut extension striking into the depths of the city. Here he carved a great expanse of stairs to the top and placed upon it a large palace of stone, adamntite stone, of a deep green color. Running out of it the very waterfall.

He set upon this city a shroud of pale gray that made the scene eerie and the sun seem dank and colorless, though it shone true it's affects and was only masked to the people of Ossirix, the nation of the Ossis. A race of proud people, bearing the marks of change, and the gift of it, naturally agile and fierce. True in their beliefs, in wicked nature, true to themselves and others in animalistic beginnings.

He finished on one knee still holding the branch out before him, wobbling now before he vanished from the field in an array of pale green.

He fell into his tome, the growth forming at the opening to the front and darkness taking him to a place of rest and peace.

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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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((Edited to include Njin.))

Cragin would reel back, "Crimes, judgment, the All Father. Your ignorance," Cragin would snarl beneath the hood though he held a calm disposition about himself, "Little brother" there was a small burst of internal laughter as one word escaped the depths of his hood, radiating a deep and bellowing echo, "So ignorant!" He would be a flash of movement, raw and untamed his body would quake and as the massive beast was all to close and easy a target he thought the ensare him as he had, Genocide though the consequence would be clear, further wrecking his already troubled body. The seed would come from a deep flare of the branch and the seed would radiate a pale glow, a bullet of minscule size, though holding great, extraordinary power.

Njin

"Well while I'm sure we aren't in need of it, as of yet. It would be greatly appreciated." There would be no hint of pride but rather an indignant nature, independence so feral it would seem dependency or the admittance of such a thing should be taboo. "Follow me, if you would Fen." And with that he would turn, walking deeper into the lush forests Ossirix.

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There would be a grave disturbance within Eden, the cavernous home of Cragin, and the growth would clear from before him, the God stepping out, recovering from the rest, water would cover him in a thin film, erupting from the spout above the stone casket. He would step from the steps, becoming vaguely aware of the presence of his kin and then suddenly before him was Miucrost, this was the portal God that had fallen through the sky at Hlredr. He knew it now and recognized the God for what he is. Freedom and crafts, noble and seemingly peaceful. Admirable in a shaded nature as Cragin himself preferred.

"Ay' I hear ye' be the one ta talk about land!" The explosive character in the man would only be apparent in the mode of his voice, the green light casting rays upon the God, distorting his color. The water would splash at Cragin's back causing him the slightest discomfort. He would walk forth silently. Happy he was given this respect, asked for a blessing, and because this man was kin, he would gladly give it. He would look about and then lock gaze with Miucrost.

His voice would be polite and solemn, and he would follow it with a nod. "Ofcourse, because you are my kin and I trust you to carry and treat the land well. Do right by the Middle Realm." Cragin would be silent a moment, before continuing. "I request you take only what you need and only what is unoccupied. And you have my blessing and oath to allow the change of it in what ways you choose." His gaze would glow bright, as a slight pain found his chest. Trust was something he wasn't quite used to, and so there were dangers of it, perhaps.

"Now if you'll please excuse me, brother. I must be going, thank you." With that, and minimal focus he would be gone suddenly.

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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 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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Apparently he didn't feel like singing, leaned on stone monster and began to focus on what his other eyes saw,

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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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Ginsing would come to a stop, surprised at the recent events. First the Praichan and now the God Mathias himself. It was humbling to stand before him, but duty before such honours. He would stare the God over a moment, but knowing by accounts of this man, he was good by nature and so the bristled fur would slowly soften, as to did the features of the rigid warrior. He give a slight movement, reeling slightly in pain as the fur receeded and he began to shrink in form and stature, his bones adjusting and readjusting until before the God stood a man of 6'0", dark eyes and black etchings about his skin of an odd bone structure. He would be nude and lacking the modesty to acknowledge such things.

He would grit his teeth, remaining silent a moment while he took the shock of the excruciating torture of the transformation before looking Mathias in the eyes. He would look behind him hesitantly. "Ofcourse." He would turn beginning a swift jog, his nimble feet avoiding the foliage and forest growth with relative ease, expecting the God to follow.

Soon they were upon a vast field speckled with natural seeming structures, at close inspection, various buildings could be seen in the trees surrounding the field, at the ground, slightly underground or even in the tree tops. Pale men and women would walk about tending to various tasks, clothed in black leather clothing, only covering their genitals and for the women, their breasts. A great deal of men at one side of the field would practice combat in hand-to-hand with practiced grace and poise, their techniques feral and yet at the same time, showing discipline and cunning, their movements quiet. All of them marked with etchings of the same design.

Wolves would sit about as companions to the Ossis, several rolling about in the grasses with a small child, who laughed and smacked at their faces to which they returned with a snapping of their jaws. The sky was dark, a light shade of grey, the air somewhat cold.

Gensing would turn to look upon Mathias, "Welcome to Ossirix."

Cragin

Cragin would twirl the branch looking down upon the vast trench, eighty feet deep and 30 feet across. He would trust it's message, a clear border, he would then raise his arm and a land bridge would appear, linking the territory to the lands beyond. He would turn then disappearing, and reappearing within the confines of the settlement he had established. Now bearing the look of the people, a man of handsome features at 6'1" with ashen black hair and pale skin. The etchings and color of his eyes silver. He would mismatch, though. As they seemed to lack clothing, he would wear a cloak, the hood risen, along with the loin cloth to expose rippling muscle and a scarred body.

He would look about and see the wolves and smile, a crooked and charming gesture. Hmm, he would walk from the center off into the woods, people taking a bit of notice of the strangely hooded man. He would set about creating something for them to travel upon, beyond domestic. He started with his favored design, a wolf, and made the legs stronger and the feet wider, strengthening the back and enlarging it to be broad and yet lean, tall enough to challenge a small hut at the door. He made them intelligent and made them individuals within their own rights, with personalities and preferences. He created many and gave them the ability to breed and set them about the confines of the territory, turning to head back to the settlement. Sensing the appearance of his kin, he would smile coyly continuing forth.

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It took a moment of silence, the whole of the settlement stopped a moment, to listen and then slowly the men and women of the village would put down what they were doing and approach, forming a small, and loose crowd, some of the children sitting at the front, eager to hear what was to be said. None of them sure what to expect, while he may feel it to be knowledge, most recognized law to be a concept, not a reality. They would open their minds to these "teachings." Among the crowd would be Cragin who stood in the depths of it, wondrous of what Mathias had to say.

Modestly transversed by the God who had stride forth before them.

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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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Cragin would stand among the crowd, his arms crossed in silent anticipation of what was to be said, he sensed an air about Mathias he hadn't before, a presence and purpose. And he had long since lost faith in his brother, but shared a joy for his ventures even now. His mind would stir suddenly with the sound of someone calling to him, different than that of his werewolves. His heart stirred as well, as he listened to the prayer.

"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."

And the Minotaur held a special place in his heart beside the Ossis now, and the wolves and the forests, for they had acknowledged his goals and efforts. He would nod to himself a few of his chosen race stealing glances at him, the strange hooded man that appeared as them, but nameless to the village. He would give them a bright smile, envisioning the Minotaur Shaman, 'My blessing shall be given, the forests, rivers, mountains, yielding to the Minotaur, supporting them in what they do.' he would speak the words under his breath, the hood casting a shade hiding the slight movement of his lips.

And with that the shrine would cast a green glow for several moments, an aimless wind tousling the fur of Cairne softly.

He eagerly awaited Mathias' knowledge.

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Mathias soon a wide smile on his face as this was probably the first time Cragin ever saw him so happy. Mathias looked around as they gathered and it was almost too much for Mathias. Never before had he spoken in such a large audience. He never truly done public speaking before, it was daunting even to a god like himself. Mathias shook his head, he had to get it together he is wasting the Ossis time by saying nothing and he had much to share. Mathias cleared his throat as he spoke.

"Good, good!" "I am pleased to see such a turn out!" "Trust me I will not waste no more of your time than I already have." Mathias spoke cordially as he cleared his throat again and opened the first book.

A golden aura irradiated in the form of a wave carried by a non-existent wind covered the entire area. While Cragin would be unaffected by what just happened and may not have realized what has happened, but a wave of knowledge reached the Ossis in such a rapid delivery. While it was quick it was formatted for them to understand without much confusion. Mathias would turn pages as he spoke but Cragin would come to know that he can hear a voice coming from Mathias' mouth that isn't his own per se. To Cragin, Mathias is seemed to be speaking gibberish but the Ossis hear everything that is being spoken to them as the power of Justice is slowly being released from the contents of the book. It is very possible Cragin could comprehend but the power of Mathias' words would have no affect on the god. In the meanwhile this shouldn't affect the Ossis personality, it should give them new concepts to think about. As if he was just flipping through pages in Cragin's eyes Mathias stopped and closed the first book. Mathias would continue this process with the other two.

Mathias looked around and could see none of the Ossis seemed all that moved by what just happened. Sure some appeared to be in some deep thought but otherwise not much stirred these people and he suspects Cragin is behind it. This was Mathias' first time but he was actually relieved he accomplished his task. Mathias looked around at the beings wondering how much actually got through to them. Mathias was even more surprised to notice Cragin himself joined them. His form was different but his power was undeniable. While the Ossis thought over things he decided to speak with Cragin in the meantime.

"Greetings." Mathias spoke his voice not particularly directed to anyone. "I see your encounter with the God of Fire left you intact." "I suspected the worse but it seems he was more reasonable than previously believed." "Still that was a very dangerous venture, I congratulate you for your success." Mathias spoke in a relatively casual tone.

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Cragin would watch silently, confusion not registering on his face, though his mind would be in full gear struggling to understand the concept of law, he could sense in his people the effects of such knowledge, their own free will, some of it changing within the depths of the minds of some, he sensed the sudden lust of one in particular to create a government, substantial, and strong. He would give a charming smile, uncrossing his arms a low insensible aura disbanding the crowd to go about their lives, Mathias had their attention and had spoken his piece, though Cragin was disturbed by the gold that had overwhelmed his territory for the moment of his speech and reading.

What was more surprising was the proud God striding forward toward him. It had been pleasing seeing his brother so excited for all of that. If they hadn't suspected this Ossi was different, they surely would now as he was individualized and spoken to by the God of Justice. Cragin's voice would be that of it had before, that of a daring and charming young man wicked unintentionally, "Hello," He would be silent a moment turning to look his brother in the eyes, the hood following his movement, a shaft of light revealing the lower half of his face and he would extend a pleasant grin. "Thank you, I congratulate your knowledge, it was long expected after the.." Cragin would struggle for words a moment, noting Mathias' demeanor and rolling over various thoughts in his rapid mind. "Way you were acting at the arrival of Genocide." He would give a slight nod to himself.

He would acknowledge and seem to skim past the reference to Malus, as if he struggled with the idea of not combating the Dragon God. "And thank you for sharing your struggles and aspirations with the Ossis." The grin would broaden to reveal large canines and fangs, and it was then that Cragin came to realization that Mathias was formal and civilized and in ways opposed what he stood for. His eyes would flash with something feral, though the smile wouldn't waver. Truth lying in every word fluently spoken.

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"Well it is my mission to spread the word to anyone that shows potential to form great societies." Mathias spoke as he watched everyone dispersed. "I must admit though...I did expect some what of a greater reaction." Mathias said a slight frown formed on his face. "I thought my words would stir them more than this." "I worry my words may have not reached them." Mathias spoke voicing his concern. The Ossis are hard to read and he is unsure whether or not they understood him. Maybe they did but he thought for sure there would be a reaction of some sorts. Mathias looked at Cragin as he congratulated him on his knowledge. "Well I did have some help in that field of expertize but I thank you for your words." Mathias spoke as he gave a quick bow to Cragin.

Mathias looked at the people Cragin created. While he can't exactly say he would be so comfortable with their standard of ethics but it's Cragin's will that they exist and so they shall. Mathias then turned to him again as he thanked him for sharing his words with them. "Ah yes, twas no problem, I am happy to do it again." Mathias responded. "I must say though Cragin, your people are very...interesting?" "I really not quite sure how to explain them." "They seem very...difficult to read." Mathias spoke his mind distracted from the conversation. "I mean no disrespect mind you, is just...I'm just not use to something so radical from our standard of living to entering their world." Mathias spoke as he gave an hand gesture as he waved his arm encompassing the surroundings.

"Still I realize I can't expect too much." "I've just presented them with years worth of knowledge after all." Mathias said as he looked at Cragin. "Well I'm glad I got their attention for as long as I did." "I believe I must be off and present the other beings of the world my teachings." Mathias spoke as he gave a large smile as he thought of future prospects.

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Cragin would be slightly offended, perhaps the God was calling them inferior, it's what seemed to be. Would kicked around Mathias be so daring, though. With the audacity to denounce his mortals? His bright gaze would darken, and his smile become more wicked. "The Wilderness resolves itself to be free and expansive, wild and hidden and yet exposed, vulnerable and yet yield ferocity that can humble that of civilization." His face would shift slightly, a fluorescence exposing the iris of his right eye before dispersing as he struggled to compose himself. "They are free willed, and accept your knowledge." Cragin would drop the words with slow and measured, calculated enunciation, struggling with them as a low growl challenged the civility of them.

"And as for change, it comes in time, and will rest in the hands of individuals.." Cragin would resolve himself to silence then, noticing now the balling of his fists, the splaying of them to make them clawed, he would relax them and rest them at his sides letting out a labored breath, "Goodluck in your ventures then, brother." He would not return the bow, and perhaps this would stand as a testimony to the will of his people, free and wild, unbowed, not herds of sheep, but better yet wolves acting as individuals and cooperating as a pack.

Instead, as a show of respect he would nod and hold a calm fist to his chest, where he sensed a beating where had felt pain in his true form. Watching Mathias with analyzed precision, and he thought then to what this God would create. What Mathias would will into existence and what transversal effect it would have on the middle realm, on the wilderness.

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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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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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Mathias nodded at Cragin as he felt a certain change in personality. Still Cragin wouldn't do anything reckless with his people roaming about. Mathias watched Cragin and could tell that they will come to ahead one day but that day isn't here yet. Mathias decided to leave content with what Cragin said accepting his knowledge, whether it was true or not. Mathias made the trek out of the deep forest and back to the open fields of land. It certainly was interesting experience though arriving at leaving such a land. It was a brand new experience and Mathias nearly got choked up in it all. Yet, he calmed himself and allowed himself to finish his work. Feeling a sense of accomplishment he left the jungle behind him and found himself heading south.

Mathias found himself in a warm, yet fertile land were the smell of smoke drifted in the air. There was much vegitation, in fact it seemed even more healthier than the vegetation in Cragin's forests. It was a pretty fascinating discovery since the plant life lived very close to a force of nature that could easily destroy it. The clouds were thick because of the sulfur that could be found in the air. Mathias was unsure of what matter of being lives in such a uniquely balanced atmosphere but his travels have brought him here. Obviously mortal creatures live here and he must find them. Mathias traversed the land as he stepped upon some blackened soil as he could smell some fumes and such but before traveling too far he saw something flying about. He wasn't sure if it was the mortal creatures he was searching for but he called out to it.

"Hello!" Mathias shouted up high. "Can you hear me?!" Mathias continued to shout hoping to gain the attention of the creature. "I'm down here!" Mathias coughed after the last one inhaling some smoke. He was a bit worried it may be to high up but he decided to watch to see if it noticed him at all. After a few moments he realized it wasn't one of the mortals he was searching for but he did catch sight of a very large metal door. Obviously something like this was the work of the Smith Goddess. Mathias decided to make his way to the door.

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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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Korterra


Korterra watched as the god dragon turned it's attention strictly to Cragin, who got little more than a vindictive justification. The crazed god couldn't help but feel that he was ignored, and that his presence did not matter to his brothers. Clenching his fists tightly, he felt the tempation to simply attack the god of destruction for daring to suggest they were puny and inferior. He did not have time to deal with Malus and his inflated self worth now, he had left his ruins unattended to far too long. Should they be attacked, there would be no protection.

With a scoff, he turned his back on his foolish brother and returned to his ruins. As he walked, his thunderous steps creating barren, dirt patches as he walked. How dare his brothers ignore him, how dare they pretend that their brother of hallucination did no stand beside their quarrel. No, he would not be forgotten, and he would make sure of that. Reaching his ruins, he looked at the few rocks scattered about, broken from his precious dwelling when the world shook, previous to the arrival of mortals.

Slowly, his form twisted into that of a tall, slender man with snowy white hair and blue eyes. In this form, he began to gather rocks. Yes, they would not leave him, they would not forget their god. With ease, he carried stones one by one and placed them into a row. After placing them in the row, he began to wander about the ruins and gazing at old, forgotten statues. With care, he plucked the moss and vegitation from each one, revealing their hidden gazes. Returning to the stones, he began to place the vegitation atop the stones, each with an equal amount - but one recieving one kind and one recieving another. Once finished, he moved back.

With his great power, he brought life into the cold stone and moss that lay upon the ground. Slowly, one by one, each stone began to tremble as if a chill had reached them. The moss dissolved, almost melting into the stone under it. The red moss made a stone almost pinkish but some remained white, the green did the same to the stones they lay upon. With a crackling, the stones twitched, broke, and reformed as life was thrust into them - Inanimate now gaining forms filled with observation, smell, touch, and thought. Even the god was awed at the form they finally took; Slender, lethal, tall, and - to Korterra's utmost delight - faceless. Their skin was pale, their bodies were hard, their torsos and faces were ribbed and seemed to hide that which was unknown. Experimentally, he reached forward and pried the ribs apart, beholding the circular rows of vicious fangs. A wide grin on the god's face, he stepped back and allowed the ribs to snap shut.

Then, Korterra awoke his people from their stone slumber. Watching as they gained a consciousness and immedately praised him, he laughing, his piercing laughter shrieking with delight. These were his people, and his people only. He was their creater, their god, their lord, their messiah. Yes. But what should he call these mortals of his? Yes - Khyre. He shall name them Khyres, the people of his land. After soaking in their praise and adoration, his cackling calmed and he disappeared, melting into the ground like a water droplet from a leave after a rain - Leaving his people as they were.

Skyn

As the light reached him, the first sight that greeted him was the glorious form of his creator, his lord. Skyn did not know how he know so, but did not question as he and his new bretheran placed their claws together and went down on their knees, bowing their heads and humming. He could hear his lord laughing, and soon, after, he stopped and all was silent. Looking up, he realized that his god was gone. As they all got up to stand on their feet, they looked around their new world - The ruins, the surrounding, massive stones hidden between the tall trees.

"Zile, we must work on hollowing the rocks," Skyn spoke up, looking aroung. He wouldn't exactly explain why, but he knew they all had things to do. He turned to Zile, who simply twitched his outer claws - A gesture most like a shrug to the Khyres. Skyn ignored the others for now, since he knew Zile best out of them all. As they made their way to a large boulder and began to use their extremely sharp claws to scratch at the rock and gouge out portions.

It took a while, many of the Khyres helping one another to make their stone dwellings. All of the large, stone boulders were hollowed well and holes were carved into the side like windows. The undulling, hard-beyond-solid claws cutting and carving the stone with steady work. Once one dwelling was finished, they moved onto another. Again - It didn't take long for the dwellings to be completed. Finally, Korterra's people stepped back and saw their work - seven finished houses and eight which were halfway done, but inhabitable. They returned to work, and Skyn made his way towards his half finished dwelling. He and Zile worked on carving, eventually growing tired of the sounds of their claws against stone, but continued. Few words were exchanged, but there didn't need to be - And so, they worked in silence.

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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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Acanthus

Acanthus smiled at the burning god before him. She had seemed strange at first and almost alien but this gift had shown him a different side of her.

"You are very welcome, Acanthus. I am glad that you like it. I have a second gift for you, actually." She said and she conjured up a mirror "If you ever wish to contact me, all you have to do is look into this and speak my name, and I will appear." Acanthus cocked his head, recalling the rings of communication he had made for Mathias and Lyandra. He conjured one into his hand.

“Let us make this a trade. Take this ring and use it in the same way you asked me to use the mirror. I will come to your aid whenever you need it dear one.”

As the pen continued to write Acanthus grinned and bowed to Foteea. “Let this signify a long friendship between mine and yours.”

Whisrul and Xin

"Oh... do you now? How fortunate for you then that your god ensures your safety while you trespass on the property of others, as you have trespassed on mine this day. The Centaur do not know such piety from their lord. The Mighty God of Strength allows us to forge our own path and in so doing build a strength of our own so we need not run to the protection of our creator for every little thing as a child runs to the skirt of its mother."

Whisrul nearly shook with anger at the Centaur king. Xin raised its hand to stay its kin. “We simply meant that only one of us visits each race. That is why we bicker before you. Only one of us is meant to be here before you, yet here we both are.”

"As it so happens, I have no intentions of angering the God of Magic. You and your... people... are free to make your way through my kingdom. If you wish to spread the word of your god here that is your prerogative. Though I doubt many Centaur will lend an ear to your ravings. We do not value the skill of a mage very highly here. If you were servants of the War God Genocide then... well we could have more to discuss. You are not so we are done. You may leave my hall now. Perhaps seek out the Minotaur in the mountains of Sovngarde. I'd wager they may be more receptive to your teachings."

“Ravings!” Whisrul said with disgust as he sat outside the court of the king with Xin. “Why, I’ve more power in my pinky finger than he has in his whole arm!”

“Fool!” said Xin, “Are you more powerful than an army? Stay yourself or your anger will be the death of us both.”

“Forget it, if these morons don’t want my help I’ll find the Minotaur!” With that Whisrul left the city of the Centaurs and headed for the mountains.

Xin just sighed. It decided to stay in the home of the Centaurs. “Maybe there is at least one of these folk that will accept the wisdom of others. I may be able to teach magic as well, if they’ll accept what little I can teach.”

Fen

"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.”
Fen nodded at its host. “Thank you ever so much Njin! You were so helpful!” It then looked around the village for a good place to start. It found a small hut on the outskirts of town. It summoned some help, making a few large apes appear. “Would you be dears and help me fix up this place?”

They got to work, mending the building and making it into a respectable house. They set up an outdoor auditorium and made the inside fit for Fen to sleep in. Fen made a sign for its hut. Fen’s Pavillion. It began making potions and released the apes with a “Thank you.”

Fen waited for people to visit it while at the same time preparing for visitors.

Jute

"Well, he isn't that bad. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even be out here." The female said.

Jute cocked her head. “Out here?” Where was the place they had come from, she wondered. She wondered if there were more of them. What an interesting idea, to destroy the gods with hordes of their own followers.

"Besides, he is my family." Bridgit said, still talking, thinking that Jute was actually paying attention. Well, maybe she was. She wondered how this family idea actually allowed this creature to resist her lies and temptations. She imagined that if she was a god then Genocide might be her family. What a sad fate indeed for Genocide to be in.

"Sorry, I’m not sure, but I don't believe that you told us your name. What would you like us to call you?" Brigit continued. This question brought Jute to a halt. Her name? She had felt the power of that word in the Inferno. She knew better than to ever say it again. She thought hard, her immortal mind racing at high speeds. Then she looked at the two.

“You can call me Embelsi!” She said cheerfully. She put much of her power of deceit into the word. Anyone who heard that name would feel nothing but pure sweetness, gentleness, and truth. She grinned, her black heart enjoying every lie that spewed from her lips.

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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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Foteea

The goddess bowed slightly at the unexpected gift from the sage god. "Thank you very much, Acanthus. As I had said before, thank you very much for your kindness. I feel that it is important for us to be able to contact one another," Foteea said, and began to think of the mighty god of strength in his large hall and continued, "If only to keep from feeling lonely and isolated." She bowed and said, "Farewell." before turning to leave. As she did so, she nearly collided with the silent hooded god that she had seen race off to protect his land not so long ago. "Oh, sorry, I hadn't noticed you there." She backed away from the god of the wilds and bowed. "Hello, I am Foteea, Goddess of the Forge. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Brigit

“You can call me Embelsi!” The mortal child announced cheerfully.

Brigit smiled at the girl's happiness as she spoke, "Yes, well it is very nice to meet you, Embelsi."

Kass attempted to get from under her wing to badger the young girl with questions a second time, but she tightened her hold and looked down on her brother, brows raised as if to say, Don't you dare. The chastised young grynix seemed to shrink slightly before he coughed and uttered, "Yeah, very nice to meet you..."

Brigit nodded at her brother before asking Embelsi, "So, where were you headed?"

Vincent

While his siblings were away, both Vincent and Kayle had been busy building. Around the entire cavern hung hundreds of small braziers, illuminating even the darkest corners of the large cavern that the Grynixa called their home. In the center of the cavern stood a cylindrical tower made of steel that wound its way up to and around a large stalagmite that hung from the ceiling. Around this central tower stood four other, much smaller home towers, about an eight of the size, with the last not yet finished. Ever since Kayle had been with child, she had slowed down a little, just enough to hinder construction. Despite this, Vincent couldn't help but smile whenever he looked at his sister, and saw the small yellow glow in her chest. As Kayle took a break, laying by the lake while taking occasional drinks, Vincent continued to work, hammer and anvil shaping the metal. As the hammer was swung down, the ringing echoed throughout the cavern. As he swung, one of the echoes seemed louder than the others, which caused Vincent to stop for a moment, slightly confused. He shrugged and continued to work, each of his swings seemed to cause a large ringing throughout the cavern, two, separate ringings, actually. The higher pitched ringing of the hammer and a slightly deeper pinging of something else. This time, when Vincent stopped, he looked to his sister and they shared a look of confusion. Their confusion soon intensified as the sound of a large bell rang throughout their home, accompanied with a wave of golden light flooded the cavern for a brief moment, and a disembodied voice spoke into his ear. At the door.

Kayle flexed her wings, preparing for flight, "Well, it seems that we have a visitor," the grynix said before taking wing, heading towards the small hole in the ceiling that lead to the cave where they were first given life.

"Apparently," Vincent commented before he followed his sister. Soon, both of the Grynixa stood before the sealed entrance of the cave, not entirely sure how they were supposed to open it. Vincent tilted his head, his eyes scanning the smooth surface. As he continued to look, a small hole the size of one of his claws appeared. He leaned towards the hole to examine it, and tentatively inserted the first claw of his right foreleg into it. After a moment of silence, the metal wall seemed to ripple from the hole, shimmering like quicksilver, and slowly retracted to the edges of the cave, exposing the visiting god of justice. At the sight of such a powerful being, both of the mortal creatures bowed low, both wings extended in respect.

Kayle stepped forward and said respectfully, "Greetings, please, will you come in?" Vincent stood vigilant inside the cave, watching the god in silence.

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Cragin

Cragin would feel the ferocious heat of his sister on the pale of his skin, his eyes would play along the flickering flame and he would give her a crooked grin. "The pleasure is all mine, sister." His right hand would rise in a loose fist to his chest, before falling back to his side. He would give her a slight nod, recognizing her as the Goddess of the ember. The Ossis would need weapons and instruments of life to propel them forward, he cared for his children. "I've been meaning to talk to you, I would beg a favour of my sister of the forge, in teaching my creations the art of metal crafting.." He would look beyond her a moment, as if deep in thought, tilting his head the slightest bit.

"I would be in your debt." His voice would be genuine, soft and friendly as he measured Foteea.

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Foteea

"I've been meaning to talk to you, I would beg a favour of my sister of the forge, in teaching my creations the art of metal crafting." Cragin began to inquire, "I would be in your debt."

Foteea smiled as she replied, "Well, of course I will help, I would be more than happy to do so. As for any debts-" The goddess straightened as another voice interrupted her thoughts. As she was speaking in the hall, she began to hear the voice of another brother some distance away.

"Sister, your brother calls to you. Can you hear my words?..." she heard Braun's voice echoing in her head. The goddess shook her head slightly as her attention divided itself evenly between her body and her newly formed face within the gifted mirror in the god of strength's hands.

"Yes, anyway, as for debts, I don't want you owing me a thing. Now, where would these creatures of yours be?" As the goddess spoke to the god of the wilds, her face reflecting in the mirror located in Sovngarde replied, "Hello there, brother. Yes, I am hearing you loud and clear. What is it that you need?"

Vincent

The masculine grynix followed both the god and his sister as she lead the divine being down towards their cavern. As they were about to round the corner, he stopped and looked out of the cave, seeing the green "fertile-ness" of the land outside. He began to wonder where out there his siblings had run off to. His thoughts were cut short as the metal wall closed in a similar fashion to how it opened. He then quickened his pace to keep up with the others, where his sister was replying to the compliment of the architecture, "Well, the goddess made that door, everything else, we have made. I don't think we can quite compare, but I will let you be the judge."

At the comment of spreading knowledge, Vincent couldn't help but pay a little more attention. The grynix walked closer to the god and looked at the three books that hung at his belt. "Well, I should hope we could hear it. Not sure why we wouldn't." It was then that they arrived at the tunnel that ran down into their cavern. "As for where we live, it is right down here." Vincent charged past the others and at the end, allowed himself to fall before extending his wings just before plunging into the lake of fire. The air caught at his wings as he flew towards the highest tower and landed on a platform made for the purpose about 3/4ths of the way up. He stood proudly before exclaiming, "Welcome to Cinderis, the City of Embers!"

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Cragin would give her a bright but crooked smile, she would teach the Ossis, this was pleasant news to him. He proposed perhaps they couldn't get it right if not taught by the woman herself. Now, then. How to get her there, he would ponder a moment, his gaze aimless and unfocused. His hand would go to his chest beneath the dark vest his fingertips playing along his ribs until he found a particular spot. In moments he would be pulling a small piece of wood from the depths of his body, pulling it from under his vest and without hesitation, as a gentle gesture holding it out to her. "This should lead you there, sister. Whenever you have time." He got the feeling she was perhaps two places at once, seemingly she was here and yet unfocused in a peculiar, attentive way. He would cock an eyebrow in the sudden thought, paired with all the thoughts of the wilds.

He felt the urge to return to the Ossirix, craving the progression of his people. "I would be in your debt no matter the preference. Courtesies will always be returned with courtesies." He would look her in the eyes a moment, before turning to leave.

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The Portal Worms

The worm didn’t like this place the creature in the chair had destroyed most of his body’s, the only one that would protect him would be the father. They opened a portal to where the father had been, when they got there they transported till they found the father and their sister. The father changed them gave them more of his power then they had before and the gifts of new body’s.

It was night, in the home of the Minotaur family the parents and their child were sleeping, when three holes appeared in the floor, a pair of arms and a head came out of each one. Two of them had knifes, the parents didn’t even realize anything happened they woke in Paradise, the child wasn’t so lucky the third pair dragged him into the hole and it closed before he could scream. The figures with knifes dragged themselves out of the holes and wrote a message in blood on the wall. It said “innocence was stolen from me now five innocents will be stolen from you”. The creatures started to eat everything in the house they had an endless hunger but when they heard someone approach they jumped back into the portals leaving only the message and what was left of the family’s belongings. The portals opened at four other places besides the Minotaur, a Centaur, an Amares, a Krul, and an Ossis child were taken to play with Kreios. No messages were left at the the other four houses except a horn from a full grown Minotaur.

Kreios

He had stolen the children of the gods favorite creations, most might try to come but few were as powerful as him down here, he would guess Genocide would ignore the kidnapping of the child but it would be interesting to fight him. The children were being kept in his forest he had created a clone to play with the children, and had put any dead that knew magic to teach them, and beasts to teach them to fight. He had grown smarter in the time here most of the reaches had been abandoned by him. three had given him a magic object, the freezing hell had not so his clone was still there, the magic object was a ring that had equal magic storing power as him, a mirror that made a corrupted copy of any mortal that looked at it, and a pair of boxes that pulled creatures in and its twin spat the creatures out on the other side. The portal worms returning was a happy surprise and changing them so that they dug into his creatures brains and took control of the carcass. This would just be annoying to the gods, but if they thought they could defeat him now, in the inferno they were mistaken. He gave the ring and mirror to a clone and sent the worms to the middle realm with one of the boxes. His main body would stay but a clone would look for the creature called Asepsis he sounded like he could be an actual friend. The clone landed in the swamp, and started to walk towards where his dead had said he was.

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Foteea

The goddess of embers tilted her head in curiosity as the god of the wilds seemed to reach into his chest before he pulled out a leafless branch of an oak tree. She smiled greatly as Cragin presented the branch to her, and from his hands she gently lifted the branch, which blackened slightly at her touch. "Yes, thank you for this. I will come to your people very soon." At the mention of his debt to her, Foteea gave a reluctant smile before responding, "Yes, well, I suppose so." As the god's bright, glowing eyes peeked out from underneath his hood, her eyes would respond in kind, two dark orange orbs that seemed to shift colors just like her armor. "Until we meet next, brother."

As she spoke to Cragin, Foteea's image in Braun's mirror replied to the god of strength, "It goes well as always, brother, and thank you for the compliment. Now, what was it that you needed?" The goddess listened intently as the god vocalized his request. The sound of her chuckling seemed to resonate through the hall before she replied, "My services seem to be in high demand. Well, what sort of gifts did you have in mind?"

Brigit

With her brother securely tucked under her wing, Brigit looked down at the lonely and oddly cheerful child. "Little one... Not knowing where you are going and nowhere to return. Well, you can come with us. I will admit that we don't really know where we are going, either. Unless Kass here knows and hasn't told me." Brigit nudged her brother with her hip in a playful way.

Kass looked away bashfully and mumbled, "Not really..."

Brigit grinned at her brother before letting her brother go. He remained sitting where he was, having learned his lesson of restraint. The grynix's gaze returned to the girl, "So, did you want to come with us?"

Vincent

The masculine grynix watched as the god descended to a ledge overlooking the lake, which Kass loved to use to dive off of, and proceeded to announce his presence and intentions to the entire cavern. Vincent couldn't help but laugh from his perch and took wing, landing just as his sister was explaining. "I apologize, but our siblings left some time ago to explore the surface. We remained and we have been rather busy in their absence."

Vincent furled his wings and bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed fashion, before apologizing, "Sorry if I made it seem like there were more of our kind here. I was a little proud of our work. I would be more than happy in listening to what you have to say.

"As would I," Kayle added, her voice like one of an encouraging mother, "Please, begin."

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Cragin would leave, appearing in a flash before Ossirix, by this time now they had created more buildings, the vast fortress hanging atop the long horizontal cliff, the waterfall silent and eerie in the green glow, the gray sky with a distorted sun casting rays upon him. Much to his delight they had already begun to use the large, lean and angular wolf variants he had created, a man riding by atop, with skill, the seemingly docile wolf padding it's way toward a building at the edge of the village. There would be no reigns, no force applied to the animal, just gentle urging and companionship. No, beyond companionship, kinship between the Ossis man and the lurcane. He would watch the grave detail and the beauty of it's bristling dark fur and kind, intelligent eyes. The personal perfection he saw in the Ossi riding with grace and wild calm, the man's hair in natural spikes, ashen dark whipping back in the slight wind and movement.

He felt at home here, even now so in this form, for it was an extension of himself and who he was reflected in the image of his chosen race.

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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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Foteeaum, the strong and light metal of the Fotum trees. It was created by Cragin in the forests. Refusing to allow his people to tame the mountains mining for the ores he knew lie there. This dark greenish ore could be harvested, though it would take a master of the forge to exploit it. The people named these trees and the ores after Foteea whose teaching they stuck to immediately. Soon enough they utilized such teachings and while they used it for a great many things, weapons were first and foremost produced by the forges. They had spread out over a great expanse of the land, and many villages, and clans sprung up.

Swords and spears, paired with the bow were the most commonly used. Though people would spend years of meditation and applied pressure to exploit their bones, coating them in the metal, or even the use of the scythe-like weapons, swift and precise. Clans comprised their own personal sects though a general took loose leadership of the whole of the armies of Ossis. Often enough this switched hands but in a gentle manner, those replaced accepting it as the way of things.

Soon however, the descendant of Maliki D'Nin, Mkin D'Jin had followed the teachings of Mathias, and the books of Mathias. His father and grandfather had studied and spent their lives orchestrating a clan. Pulling strings. They had maintained control of one of the villages that had grown to be quite expansive throughout years of connection to a mountain rich in large game. Slowly they had cracked down, but the souls of the Ossis were soon growing restless and before their bloodline could be overthrown, Mkin outfitted the sect and looked to unite the rest of Ossirix under a totalitarian government. Targeting a small village first he marched through.

Cragin saw this as a man wishing to impose on the will of the rest of his race. There were small skirmishes, before Cragin swept in with the werewolves. Needless to say the tale ends with an unaccounted for silver eyed, silver marked young man delivering a decapitating blow to the tyrant.

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Cragin would be in an assortment of armor, composed of leather and hued green chain mail. A dark clothe hood would hang over his face.Speckled with a brackish goo, a short sword in his right hand would hang loosely dripping the strange hued liquid of the Wretched. A race he himself had created to trial his people. The plan had been to open a tear in the Inferno, so that all the chaotic Ossis whom died would return to create hordes, hordes so large the clans would need to unite to vanquish them. Deathly pale and vast these hordes had proven powerful, the trial proven worthy.

And to admit it, he was quite fond of the fighting himself. The honing of skills and the vulnerability of a mortal body. The Ossis had united under the banner of Fy'Equette "The Bloodied." He had yet to die, and this mortal body was beyond educated, skilled in crafts and combat. Bone morphing creating a vast array of abilities beyond that of the usual Ossis. He appreciated his people, and the entertainment of being among them. He created visions in the wise, in the artists, in the strongest warriors. And influenced their roles in this nation and perhaps on a higher level, the world. It was on this battlefield he felt it.

Mathias, in the air, in the change, echoing through the forest. Power. He was not sure why, or for what reason, but his brother, his kin. Had returned. At first he felt defensive, an attack, perhaps? Or no, a request? He hadn't seen any like of the other Gods for so long, their endeavor leaving his interests. It would seemthe Ossirix army was beginning to form up once more as the horde was yet to be completely defeated, soldiers stopping in awe, at the sight of so many bones laying about him.

It was moments before he was away, pulling away from the rest of the men, with a hand to his chest, he appeared on a vast cliff overlooking the beautiful, dark, forests of the territory. Before Mathias, the God of Order and Justice. Very complex and yet very simple in his appearance. The man was bold and without shade.

He would turn, still brandishing the sword. The silver eyes reflecting the darkness of the sunny day as he stared intently, Mathias in the eye. "Why, hello there, brother." It would be dropped with a pleasantly wicked undertone, a genuine greeting. Stirring slightly as if still adrenaline bound from combat, waiting for Mathias' reply.

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"Ah, I knew you would appear if you felt just cause to do so." "Greetings and salutations to you, my kin." Mathias spoke as made quick bow in respect. "I see you've been quite busy with your creations, and I must say...it really makes me envious." Mathias spoke rather jovially. Mathias looked out to the vast forests of the Ossirix nation as Mathias took in a deep breath and assessed the area. Mathias could feel the tensions of battle before him. Both from Cragin and in the air. It was thick with blood and pride. Mathias turned his head back to Cragin and began to speak once more.

"Yes, it seems you have been quite busy." Mathias spoke as he tilt his head around the area. "Before I go any further I must thank you for your actions some time ago." "Yes, I know about the actions one of your people committed against his neighbors." Mathias spoke referring to Mkin D'Jin. "I feel an apology is in order, I am dreadful sorry one of them reacted so zealously to my teachings." "I never suspected he would apply my teachings in such a perverted way." "I suppose the materials were there to react so violently with but as I have said before, I do not determine how it is interpreted, only those who I have taught can decide for themselves." Mathias then rubbed his head as he let out a sigh.

Mathias closed his eyes for a moment and then looked towards Cragin. "I must thank you however for your deliverance of justice upon such a wicked mind." "I felt the twinge of chaos coming from the would-be tyrant and your decisive blow." Mathias paused. "While I do not exactly agree with how you executed justice, I do however respect the necessity to do so." "Now it seems your people must have found a more just leader than the one who tried and force their compliance." "Unless this bloodshed I sense coming off you is yet another record of war against injustice." Mathias gave a friendly chuckle.

"Now you must be curious I imagine as to why I decided to reappear after all this time." "Well I have been quite busy visiting other races and presenting teachings, as I have done with your people." Mathias spoke recounting his experiences with the Grynixa and the Vitaiim. "Through out my travels I have grown a longing for a people of my own design." Mathias spoke not taking his eyes of Cragin. "Which is why, I felt the necessity to find you my brother." Mathias' face changed from it's normal prim and proper visage to a more humbling form. "I would like to ask permission to find land to begin my own creations." "May I have your consensus?" Mathias asked respectfully.

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Cragin would listen silently, his chest rising and falling softly, watching Mathias and tilting his head slightly at the mention of Mkin D'Jin, the branded heretic, tyrant and example of who not to be. He had never held Mathias accountable, or thought to. It was pleasant however to here the explanation, his words would be silent and uttered, "You've no worry, struggle is the only way an entity may become stronger." It would be dropped quietly before Cragin pulled back and resolved himself to listening to what else was to be said. He would note the way Mathias appeared and acted, he could understand the loneliness. The jealousy however, unheard of. Sympathized with Mathias not having a race to love and care for, and admired his conviction in wishing to teach others before doing for himself first.

He would nod at the request, finding foremost it all respectful. He had felt other races created without regard for his connection to the lands, and it was ofcourse beyond warming that two of his brothers had stepped forward and considered him and the pain he felt over all lost. He would nod and give a broad wolfish grin, the darkness of the hood pulling away to reveal it. "Ofcourse, Mathias. You'll have no quarrel over me for it so long as you respect the land." He would nod once more in gentle agreement with himself.

"I trust you'll do right by it, and your people." He would pace silently a moment, thinking of Mathias, his influence, and how his race would grow, what they would be like. He saw potential, in Mathias' teachings, regardless of anything, it was likely the people would follow such teachings.

He would stop pacing suddenly and look over at Mathias once more. "Goodluck.." Cragin would lift his left fist in a nonchalant tap to his chest, before vanishing from the cliff.

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Mathias felt content with Cragin's answer. Even thrilled actually, he was glad Cragin was able to meet him and speak with him under such sudden circumstances. He was also relieved to hear that Cragin didn't seem to hold Mathias accountable, even though he felt some what at fault. Sure, Mathias didn't have the foresight to believe his teachings would be used to justify wrongdoings but, at least he presented himself to Cragin's mercy. A weight on his mind is now lifted. The words, Cragin left with Mathias on this cliff side made him think. He understands that usually they seem to lead in tense directions every time they meet, but Mathias seriously considers this their best meeting. He wasn't sure why it was, perhaps it was Mathias needing Cragin...he usually doesn't need to call upon his shadowy kin but this time he did.

The more Mathias thought about it, the stranger it seemed. All of his other kin and the only one he has an established connection is Acanthus, but everyone is comfortable with Acanthus. Besides his more chaotic kin, Mathias shouldn't confine as much in Cragin as with someone else, but he does. Perhaps they have an unique chemistry, unsettling but full of respect, odd it surely is. Yet, Cragin's words left him feeling secure, confident, and overall blessed. Cragin confided in him to make the best use of the land he has allowed him to have. Perhaps, Mathias' asking led to such a fruitful endeavor, he most surely thought Cragin would be more difficult all things considering. Perhaps, Mathias over analyzed this meeting, perhaps it really wasn't as difficult as he considered. Perhaps Cragin is more conversable than imagined. He did seem to place a grin after Mathias asked for his permission, perhaps he enjoys respect as much as Mathias does. It's all we could ever ask for he supposes.

Mathias left the forests relieved and invigorated to make his will into flesh and blood. Mathias left the thick woods behind him and headed westward. Mathias crossed the vast plains and lands of the Middle Realm and soon recognized he was nearing the very tall mountain. The very mountain where stands Hléradr. That place will live on in infamy for Mathias, that is where they condemned Kreios and the God of War. Mathias shivered at the memory as he remebered that is where Justice spoke to him. Thinking of Justice he has been rather silent lately, Mathias often wonders what he does most of the time. Justice lives some where deep within him, but he could never contact him when he wanted to. No, Justice even after awakening was always disconnected it seemed. Mathias wasn't entirely sure if that was a problem, did he really even wished to speak with Justice, or was he just feeling lonely? He almost half-wishes Cragin remained and spoke some more. Still Mathias received what he wanted and now he can have the excitement of nurturing his own people.

Mathias did considered returning to his room perhaps, it would prove useful in finding a suitable piece of land, and that is when it donned on him. The table with the circular image! Was that the Middle Realm!? Realizing this Mathias felt it necessary to return to Hléradr. This time though he isn't going to scale the mountain perhaps Justice could lend a hand.

"Hm?" Justice stirs. "You want to return to the summit?" Justice asks. "It seems you have finally come to realize that my will requires more than being a spokesperson." Justice spoke not snickering, merely being literal.

"Yes help me ascend the great mountain as you've helped me descend." Mathias answered.

"I shall but make note that I am more than just an elevator." Justice spoke in his same unemotional self. A golden light enveloped Mathias as he floa