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Jute

The goddess of Deception, Greed, Malice, and Snakes

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

Description

God Name: Jute

Titles: The Deceiver, Mistress of Hate, Lord of All

Gender: Female

Alignment: Neutral Evil

God Appearance: Jute, being the Lord of Lies and Deception, tends to take many different forms. She prefers the forms of children and young women because they can seem so innocent and she uses their charm to take advantage of other immortals. After becoming obsessed with snakes during the Cataclysm she chose this as her preferred form:

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When confronted or completely relaxed she reverts to her natural form. Her natural form is a beautiful humanoid with one large horn that curls behind the back of her otherwise bare head. She has long, tapered ears, golden skin, and extremely beautiful features. Her legs end in black cloven hooves. She typically has Black wings with spiked ridges and a long arrow-tipped tail. She usually dresses in luxurious jewelry and clothes while in this form. Especially vain, she often adorns herself with a crown to show that she intends to rule all.


God’s Domain: Jute has a holding in the Inferno. It is essentially a brass city that changes shape at any given second. Screams and shrill laughter can be heard from there at all times. The great labyrinth is nearly impossible to navigate without getting lost and dying terribly in its traps. Jute keeps a part of herself there in a small crystal hidden somewhere in the city.

God's territory: She believes that the entirety of the three realms belongs to her. She is still trying to figure out how to take control of Paradise.

Portfolios Governed: Deception, Malice, Greed, and snakes.

Symbol(s): A black serpent wearing a golden crown.

Personality

Personality: Jute craves power. She wants to take everything for herself. She loves to lie and she loves to hurt and destroy. She hates anything and anyone that is not herself.

Opinion of mortals: She despises the creations of others but longs to control them. Any mortal that follows her or she seems to show favor towards are simply tools for her. She loves to hear the screams of mortals when she tortures them.

Opinion of other immortals: She hates them with all of her being. She wants nothing more than to trample them all beneath her hooves and make them all grovel and beg before her. She plans to one day be ruler of them all.

So begins...

Jute's Story

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Sanguine Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Jute

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Jute

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Kreios was said the floating things weren’t fun his hands went through them and the plants here were next to useless to him. He allowed the snake girl he had named Gorgon on his shoulder and was walking this place was looking, like it was bare of any toys but then Kreios saw the beasts and big brother said to thank someone for the toys. Kreios smiled with all his might, this was going to be fun. He ran and grabbed three of the beasts and started laughing like a maniac “YES YES YES YES FINALLY I CAN RESTART MY TOYS, WE WILL SEE WHO’S TOYS ARE BETTER NEXT TIME WE MEET ECHO.” the beasts he had grabbed had the heads of a snake, a bird, and a wolf, he pushed them together to create a beat that he could ride on land or air, and limited it intelligence enough that it would not bother him, he turned and one of the beast that looked at Gorgon, and she shot beams out of her eyes, and the beast’s skin turned to stone and Gorgon jumped on the statue and started sucking the insides. The beast men started to run, but kreios jumped on his new ride, pulling the statue on the beast back, and chased them saying “Comeback toys I want to play more”. As soon as they ran into a palace the closed the doors on him, not even looking if his big brother was following he made his new ride fly up to the top and into a room with more beast men and a pretty lady. He was in such a frenzy to play that he jumped off his beast, and grabbed another two, an insect with six arms and another wolf man looking one, warping their minds to help him hunt for new toys. Finally calming down he saw the new lady, “hi I’m Kreios you have a lot of toys here I’m just going to make some of your toys better and keep them” while still smiling ,chuckling and having crazy eyes.

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Sanguine Character Portrait: Kylian Character Portrait: Miurcrost Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Nylia

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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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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Jute

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Genocide listened as Kreios twisted and turned his new play things into whatever twisted and sick beauty his mind could imagine. As he had hoped, it seemed that he was only a defiler in the eyes of those who considered themselves righteous as he saw the serpent woman on his shoulder and the great beast he rode around. As childish as he may seem, the mad child of corruption was truly his kin if he could bring about such change with his brilliant creations. Perhaps when his own great army was made, he'd put him to work to change the undesirables into something worthy of holding up his banner. A sly smile spread across his cracked lips as a light laugh echoed within the confines of his helm. At the very least, he was a fearful creature who seemed as easy to manipulate as the clay he was made of. If he truly was a child, then it would have to been seen if he truly wants to please his 'big brother' or not.

As the knight of war finally reached the brass palace, he saw an even greater abundance of foul beasts and tormented souls raw from work and punishment. As he pushed open the gates to follow the impatient god of corruption, he had many expectations. When he finally found him and the mistress of this place that had all the creatures for miles around in such a state of fear and shock, al of them fell short. The female figure that stood before him was small and cute, bringing memories to the light haired beauty that had caught his eye before but with a darker overtone as he noted raven hair and a certain clever gleam in her eyes. Genocide let out a short grunt as he approached her. "Is this it? My patience is short and I have no time for jokes." He stopped just steps away from her and glared down viciously from the confines of his steel cowl. "Where is the real master of this place? I demand to know under the authority of Genocide the Black!" he commanded, the force of his words shaking the very foundation they stood upon.

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Sanguine Character Portrait: Kylian Character Portrait: Miurcrost Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Nylia

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

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

Jute

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

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

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Braun

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Kreios was ignoring big brothers fight with the lady, but now that he stopped felt a little incomplete, but still complete, he reached for that part that felt weird, and closed his eyes and became a pile of mud, and suddenly he knew there was some of him left in the old man’s house. It didn’t have enough energy for much just one transformation after that they were basically mortal, because the mud they were made of could not get any energy from him; he had tried eating flying bugs, he had enough to transform into a swarm of those. So all the mud and dust that was left flew up and started trying to bite any god but the new two, singing friend and strong man, every time they tried to bite the sound they made was “BULLY”. While a that was happening ten escaped down the mountain looking for mortals, and when they did find them they crawled into their brains by going through the ear, a pair of the Senri, three wolfmen, one of the Prachians, and four dragon-kin. The flies could not corrupt the body, but their minds would grow to become as mad as Kreios. The only other fly that did not bite flew to the hallway of door and climbed under one of them, the changing of the room was too much for this mud fly and died but not before the room was changed to Kreios style.
After he was done with the flies he decided to look around the palace, running away from his two sibling taking his four new toys, he found a dying forest and decided to make it his. In his memory he remembered the pulse and beam and the wonders he had seen before he had taken a nap, he did a less powerful form of the pulse, but still the forest started to retake the shape, of its middle land sister, without the beasts. He was tired so he decided to lie on the ground, roll around, and eat some of the dirt. He soon got bored with this but he saw that there were two flying things watching him, they flew in the ground and in the spots they had flew in rose two beast men but as they came up, they bowed to him. One was a white crow, the other a multi-headed snake, “Master we thought we would never see you again, but you’re up to your old tricks.” He realized this was Hydra and crow… no he was The Crow King. They asked him to give them their abilities back, so he reached into them returning the powers of being one of the fastest flyers in creation, and acid breath. He was happy to see them, then he heard a roar and saw the magnificent flying beast, hunting the flying beast now there was a game that big brother might like. So while the others followed him, he flew into the throne room and asked his brother “I saw great flying beasts, and I wanted to know if you wanted to play with them with me?”

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Jute

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Genocide scoffed down at the small childish figure. He sensed the power of one of his kin here but there was no way this was her. She was full of simple innocence if merely on the surface and even as the minions of the fortress flinched, the war god could only presume it was a sham. "Heh. A ruler? You? Don't make me laugh. Even if you -do- hold great power, you don't hold the figure of a true leader." Genocide made the motion of sitting down as he formed a simple throne from the brass that made up the floor and looked down at the child god with boredom obvious in his voice. "Give me proof of your greatness, small one, and I shall only too gladly follow your rule. Otherwise..." He waved one metal hand at the architecture around him, causing several minions to flinch as his fingers pointed at them. "I'll have no reason to simply claim this all as my own. After all." He folded his hands in front of him as he leaned back into his seat. "What are siblings for?" he asked in a sickly sweet tone before letting out a dark laugh as he waited for the child's response.

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Sanguine Character Portrait: Kylian Character Portrait: Miurcrost Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Braun

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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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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Jute

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Genocide began tapping his metallic fingers thoughtfully on his armrests as he contemplated the child's offer. As she mentioned this great weapon of hers, he couldn't help but be in disbelief but the power he felt so near had no other explanation. It would explain how something so small and feeble as this creature held so much power and control in such a great swath of land. A weapon of this magnitude was just what he needed to begin his great conquest. How could he turn down such an offer when he had so little to lose from it? "Hmmm. Very well, small one. I accept this 'gift' of yours." He stood up off the throne he had conjured, causing it to melt and sink back into the floor as he loomed over the strange girl. "Lead me to this weapon. But if I find this is a trick," he said as he pointed a threatening finger in her face. "Then you shall find that not even this great power you've unjustly taken won't be enough to save you from my wrath, little urchin."

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Jute

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Jute

The small child grinned sweetly up at the menacing god before her, as if she was relieved to be giving up the weapon. She bowed and nodded her head. "Oh silly Genocide. I would never try to trick you. You're too smart. Besides, you're so big I bet you could kill me just by looking at me funny" She giggled and pointed at the treasury room. "It's in there. The big red one."

Genocide would be her weapon to conquer the many realms with. He was not stupid, but she was cunning and he was in her universe now. She placed part of her inner being, most of her Malice, into the blade in the next room. It would obey Genocide, so long as she willed it. But it would not belong to him forever. "May I come with you, and watch you take over the world? Surely you need someone to witness your victory at the very end. Even if I only live till that single moment in time, I would be honored." She cooed sweetly.

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Jute

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Genocide narrowed his eyes at the all too willing child. No fear or hate filled her wide eyes, only a happiness to be of service was an unfamiliar glint that gleamed in the very back of her mind. She had little to no use but it was impossible to tell what the future would hold. Perhaps she could make a good hostage if the other gods ever wished to oppose him again. They had a soft spot for soft stupid animals. She might even last long enough to squeeze out some real use before all was over. Maybe she could be the recorder of his great accomplishments. Whatever the case, she wasn't important. This weapon was. The armor clad deity turned towards the door that the girl pointed to, his cape flowing hauntingly behind him as he entered.

What he saw was nothing short of awe inspiring. In the center of a perfectly round room was a gleaming blade that simply danged in the air as if hung by thin strings that not even the naked eye could see. A perfectly symmetrical design of sharpened steel for the blade with an edge that looked as though it could cleave through the strongest stone and steel in the realms and a solid hilt with the intricate design of a fanged beast inlaid in it and grooves along the grip that practically called out for his fingers. He reached his hand out without hesitation and grabbed it firmly by the hilt, feeling the power course violently through his body. Anger, hate and malice were his to wield and all his foes would know despair because of it. He tugged hard on the weapon as it gave way from the powers holding it with little to no effort. The sheer weight of the wondrous sword was light but the power held within made it feel like burdening a mountain. A burden only one as great as he could successfully take upon his shoulders. "Yes..." he said softly as he ran his thumb along the length of the blade. "This is a fine weapon. A power no brat nor beast shall ever be worthy of." An estatic joy filled him as he began to laugh again. "Muhahaha! This is what it means to live!" he shouted as he held the sword on high. "To have enemies to hunt with a blade in your hand! I name thee Skarn the Firtblade as you are truly the first real weapon to be part of these realms! Ahahahahaha!"

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Kylian Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Braun

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Acanthus

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

Jute

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

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

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Jute

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Genocide ignored the child as he continued to inspect the sword, holding the great blade up to the light and watching the shine reflect off it's fine edge. He could feel it calling out for blood as he was all too happy to oblige. But there was something else in this blade. A speck of reason. This weapon was not just a tool but a symbol. The symbol of a greater and terrible ruler. Yet he had no subjects aside from a fool of a 'brother' and a suspicious child. He needed subjects who could spill worthy blood and whom give their lives to bring him glory. Such an act couldn't be done in a place like this. His first goal was clear.

"I will begin my preparations for the great battles to come," he said as he lifted the sword and brought it to his back where a sheathe of the finest silver appeared in a flash of brilliant light to catch it perfectly in it's hold as he knew it would. He marched out of the room, expecting the child to follow and listen. "I am to return to the Middle Realm and raise my army. If you wish to make use of the life I'm allowing you to keep, you will do as I say." He waved one hand at the structures around him as they went down the hall. "Remodel this place into something worthy of my image. Fine steel and sharp design, not this pathetic brass. I also demand an edge to be given to my troops. Gather what beasts in this realm could be made useful and ready them for my return. Do this and you may see my future glory."

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Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Ulmo Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Aspestis

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Jute

Jute watched the war god leave grinning when he turned his back to her. She felt some of her power wrench away as he ripped open the portal, but then he was gone. It was odd, being in three places at once. She could feel the steady beating of her crystal heart in the City of Brass. She could feel the chill air and hear explosions as Genocide ripped apart the material world to create his children. Then she saw, felt, and heard everything around the child's body. Yes it was a strange existence indeed, but a necessary one. She was much less likely to be discovered for her true self in this form, and she still had most of her power.

She turned towards the Brass City. "Steel huh?" She raised her arms and the metal shifted in color to match Genocide's whims. The Spires grew steeper and everything gained a more angular look. She didn't quite like it. Instead, she reverted her original back to normal and buried it under ground. Then she built a new, squarish city above it. Her heart and servants would lie in the under-city while new creatures would inhabit the square one.

These she made to look like the souls of the mortals that had come from the Middle Realm. However, she made them solid, made of stone and gave them bat-like wings. These cretins, as she would come to call them, looked hardy and were strong. However, if they were to be struck in the right kneecap they would crumble to dust in mere seconds. "Now here are fine warriors worthy of that moron." She scoffed. She felt another presence, one that was giving torture to her subjects in a new way, but some of the subjects were growing stronger. "I hope they didn't notice that..."

Then Jute opened up a hole of her own, just barely small enough for a child to get through. She crawled through the fabric of reality to come out on the other side, into the material world. She landed in a heap in a large arid area. At first she thought that she had just ended back up in the inferno, but when she listened she could hear waves. She fell asleep on a sandy beach, exhausted and pleased with herself. She would figure out what to do next when she woke up.

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Kreios big brother ignored his question he was too into the sword that the lady had given him. Kreios started to follow but big brother made a hole in the air and went through it without him. That was fine Kreios had his toys, and brother had called the lady a mortal, that meant she was a toy. But she wasn’t important right then the flying beasts were more fun.
He and his six toys had found one them, it was mumbling about enticing sounds killing it. The Spider and The Hound were made to replace Kreiochain, The Spider was to catch the toys and The Hound was to find them, and this dragon was one of the best toys he had seen. Hydra, Spider and Hound were a distraction, the dragon fell for it for a second, but that’s all the time it had. It needed to be smaller and stupider because it would not obey him unless that happened. By the time the sun came up the next morning he had four of the “wyverns” and the hunt had lost fun. The only living animal species he had seen down here that he hadn’t changed was the girl. So when he got there he was surprised to see it had changed, and most of the creatures had disappeared. He did not find the girl or big brother, and he realized they had left him alone here but what fun was this place, with no friends to make toys. He grabbed one of the stone things molding it into his image taking out the flaw in the knee, he did that three more times but it did not fix his sadness. He told his toys that could think the Hydra and King Crow to take the others and scout the land. He gave Gorgon to Hydra because he was afraid of what he felt he needed to do. He started wreaking the place with his godly strength by the time the sun went down the palace was rubble but his frustration of no friends being there was not out so he kept slamming the ground till it gave way and he fell down towards the original city. He caught himself with a mud tentacle and pulled himself up. He sat and did some thinking, all his friends abandoned him, and because friends don't do that, they weren't friends, then Kreios could breaks toys as he wanted. If he was only God here that meant that he was king, he started to eat all the dirt and mud he could, and grew to be twice as big as the first dragon he captured. he then took the ruins of the city and built himself a stone seat. As he sat and waited his toys came back, he commanded them to bring all the mortals they could find to bow to him, and he could make them better toys. he saw the hole that he had almost fallen down and he covered the hole with mud, waiting for one of his so called freinds to come here and try to stop him.

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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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Adarani

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

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

Ahuv and Benjamiir

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

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

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

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

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Foteea

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

Brigit

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

First Fragment

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

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

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


Second Fragment

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

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

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


Third Fragment

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

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

"ASPESTIS! YOUR KIN HAVE COME!"

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

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

Fourth Fragment

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

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

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

Fifth Fragment

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

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

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Sixth Fragment

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

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

Adarani

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

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

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

Ahuv

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

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

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

The Vitaiim

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

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

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

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(Double post. Oops)

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Acanthus

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

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

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

Nebious

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

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


Xin and Whisrul

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

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

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

Whisrul nodded, but said nothing more.

Fen

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

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

Sinclaire

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

Laoradah

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

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

Yldrich

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Sanguine Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea

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Foteea

As Acanthus so happily and readily accepted the gift, Foteea grinned. So happy he seemed, and she liked making her siblings happy. It was much better than watching them attempt to tear each other apart, anyway. She continued to grin as she said, "You are very welcome, Acanthus. I am glad that you like it. I have a second gift for you, actually." After saying this, she waved her hand above the table, and a circular mirror appeared. She presented the mirror to the wise god, "If you ever wish to contact me, all you have to do is look into this and speak my name, and I will appear."

It was then that the mad god entered the library, introduced himself as a sixth of Trelàs and asked whether he remembered her. "Well, sure I do," She replied with amusement in her voice, "Though you don't look quite the same as you did when I last saw you." She paused for a moment, as she realized that she hadn't made anything for him as of yet. She figured she might as well give him something. "Oh, Trelàs, I have a gift for you." She made a second mirror in midair, and willed it to float towards the god of music. "It may not be specifically tailored to you, but still. If you ever want to talk to me, speak my name into it, and I will appear." She waited for both of the gods' reactions.

Brigit

As the blue bird introduced herself, Brigit nodded in acknowledgement, but was shocked into silence as the fragment of a supposed god demanded presents from him. As they flew away, she looked back to the mortal child before her. The question that she asked caused the Grynix to shake something from her before tilting her head in thought. She looked back as she replied, "Well, he isn't that bad. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't even be out here." She looked around the entire area and up into the sky before continuing, "Besides, he is my family." She extended her right wing and pulled Kass towards her. The bright-eyed grynix, who had stopped trying to claw his tongue off, resisted a moment before shifting closer to his sibling. "Sorry, I not sure, but I don't believe that you told us your name. What would you like us to call you?" she asked politely.

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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Braun

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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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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea

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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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Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Braun

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Whisrul

The hot-headed Prachian left the great city of the centaurs in a huff. It was angered by the reception that it had received. As it walked towards the mountains of the Minotaur it flexed its hand and a fireball appeared in it. The fireball grew slightly as it focused more on its anger. Electricity began to spark through the fireball and began to sling sparks onto the ground. Whisrul released his hold upon the new spell he had created in anger and it dissipated into the air.

It began its ascent up the side of the mountain. Eager to teach people who might listen.

Xin

The haughty but wise Xin leaned against a wall wondering what to do with itself. It had free reign but no one to teach or even converse with. It felt itself beginning to miss Whisrul’s company.

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

Xin looked up to see a young female centaur before it. It spoke telepathically to the centaur. “Hello, yes. Actually, we Prachians have no homeland. We prefer to travel to where we are needed most. I felt called to this place, though I know not why. It seems as if we are very little welcome here.”

Jute

Jute watched as the elder of the two Grinixia looked down at the younger. Already it seemed that she was falling prey to the child’s hidden agendas. She continued to grin happily as if she hadn’t noticed anything. As Embelsi, she could be as cute and innocent as she wanted and she was sure no one would ever see through her ruse.

"So, where were you headed?" Bridget asked.

“Um, well, I’m not really sure…” Jute responded in the most humble way she could. “I don’t really have a home. My parents left me a long time ago.” She wondered at her own truthfulness. She was quite proud of herself, actually. She’d just invented the half-truth. Some truth could be pretty misleading, she decided. “Where were you going to go?”

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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Braun

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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."