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Korterra

The god of Fear, Illusion, and Labyrinth.

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a character in “The Pantheon”, as played by ArhaHitomi888

Description

God Name: Korterra
Known as: The Unknown, The Stalker, The Ruin's Curse
Creed: Nothing but uncertainty is certain.
Title: The God of Fear, Hallucination/Illusion, and Labyrinth (Being/getting lost, confusion, panic, etc).
Gender: Male
Alignment: Chaotic Neutral - He casts his mischief on all sides.

God Appearance:
True Creature Form:
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True Humanoid Form:
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Korterra is a being of many shapes and forms, often appearing as a simple, pitch black creature which does nothing which idles and giggles, clicking it's long claws together - Just watching. He has wild white or black hair, which changes colors depending on the time of day, moving the neutral spectrum with white at the peak of day and black at the deepest of night. His eyes are blue or red, also depending on the time of day - Blue in the day, red at night. He is very tall, and is very slender, moving quietly as if he were floating instead of walking.
His usual form on earth is rarely that of a humble earth creature (But if so, he is anlarge, stray, black dog). During the day, he appears as a wandering faceless monk. Just as how other characteristics of him change in the day or night, so does his form, as he appears as a hulking black abomination at night - Usually appearing to those who are wandering alone or are lost.

Personality:
Korterra is a man known for his pranks and inability to be serious. At his most serious, he is in a dark creature form and not laughing, but smiling. Most other gods find his presence mostly infuriating because of his tendency to just giggle at everything you say and tap his fingertips together like a schizophrenic child. He is overly playful, and reacts inappropriately in many situations - Laughing at a serious or sorrowful moments for example. Yet though the whole time, it's as if he doesn't know he's doing anything wrong - Like he doesn't know any better.

He will often travel to the middle realm and toy with mortals using illusions to turn them around in dark forests or unknown paths and panicking them with hallucinations of phantoms and terrors until they are engulfed in unimaginable fear, and then suddenly releasing them from his hold.

Korterra is very protective against many ruins, due to him often lurking in them. He will many times remain hidden in and around ruins until nightfall when he throws passerbys into his chaotic illusions. When people attempt to damage or steal from ruins he is hiding in or has hidden in, he will hunt down all involved and throw them into his terrifying game as revenge as well as fun - Giving him the name of 'The Ruin's Curse'.

Opinion of mortals: Korterra mostly sees them as playthings, toys that sometimes get too careless with their own games. He basically sees them as things to play with that he occaisonally has to throw back in line so they know their place, and that there are greater things. However, those that respect him, he respects in return.

God’s Domain: He resides in the Middle Realm, but occasionally visits others. He hold his protective care over ancient relics and ruins, anything from an older era.

Portfolios Governed: Hallucinations and Illusions, Fear, and 'Labyrinth' (The umbrella of confusion, panic, and uncertainty (kind of the feeling when you get lost))

Symbol(s): A spiral with an eye in the center and an eye with a sideways eye inside the iris.

Equipment

He needs nothing but his own abilities to throw mortals into his fearful games. Though when he does have a weapon at his side, it is a dagger made of Ivory or Onyx depending on night or day.

  • Khyres - Mortals Korterra created from ruins which praise and worship him, highly controllable by Korterra, who treats them like his people.

History

Korterra was supposedly born of a sculpture from the old universe, awoken by the power from the All Father. Not much is known about him after, but he was known to be a heavily damaged sculpture of a creature who allegedly existed (but did not). From this came the kind of unstable personality and hatred toward sthe damaging of things similar to him in origin - Anything further is unknown, and even Korterra himself isn't quite right enough to remember.

So begins...

Korterra's Story

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Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Korterra

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Korterra


Korterra kept close to ruins he hid within, able to feel the heat above him which was growing ever closer to the domain under his protection. Korterra, in his true humanoid form, remained under ground - Hidden in the stone lined corridors which ran through the ground like one long, connective crypt. He had been ignoring the chaos between gods above and had been more concerned about the Middle realm. The ruins that he protected were in danger, and he couldn't have them destroyed.

Finally, curiosity overwhelmed him and he made his way up to the surface. He could feel the destruction all around him and grew more upset. His ruins were precious, they could not be touched. As he reached the surface, he ventured until he reached a spot a fair, safe distance from his ruins. As his creature form twisted into being from his smaller one, he simply idled, caring not for the rest of the realm, but only for what was under his protection. As always, a toothy grin remained, even in his state remaining idle.

((Sorry for bad post, still trying to grasp the situation in middle realm. ;A; I am so sorry.))

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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Korterra

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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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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Korterra

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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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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Korterra

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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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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Genocide Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Aspestis Character Portrait: Korterra Character Portrait: Braun

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#, as written by Fencer
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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Character Portrait: Trelàs Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Jute Character Portrait: Foteea Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Aspestis Character Portrait: Korterra Character Portrait: Braun

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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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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Malus Dou Makakhan Character Portrait: Korterra

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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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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Kylian Character Portrait: Adarani Character Portrait: Nylia Character Portrait: Korterra

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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.