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Kylian

God of Heroism, Ingenuity, and Light

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a character in “The Pantheon”, originally authored by Drogyn, as played by DoPeKUsH

Description

God Name: Kylian
Title: The Hero, The Shining One
Creed:"We see certain people, and they have a special light all they're own. The kind of light that makes us want to be better so that we can worthy of them. Those people we call heroes."
Gender: Male
Alignment: Neutral Good
Portfolios Governed: Heroism, Ingenuity, and Light
Symbol(s): A sunburst with a sword over it, hilt facing up.

God Appearance: At the basic level, he looks like a 17-20 year old male with blue hair that fades into blonde at the tips. However, for one thing he has shining wings of light. And for another, he has glowing markings traveling all over his body. It's not like they're everywhere to the point that you can't see his skin, but he'd have to try really hard to hide them, especially since they glow pretty brightly. The only clothes he wears are pair of loose-fitting pants made of some sort of soft material, and an odd sort of trench coat that's open and sleeveless. In fact it appears to exist for no reason other than that he likes how it looks.

Personality: Kylian always helps where help is needed, fights for those who need someone to fight for them, and always has a smile for those whose lives are bit too gloomy at the moment. He's very happy and energetic, and only gets truly angry when presented with actual evil. He tries to be as good as he can at as much as he can, because you never know what might be useful at a certain moment in time. He enjoys fighting, as a means to push oneself and one's rival. He has a very particular sense of honor. Some might call him stubborn, but he would call it conviction, or determination. The kind that marks a true hero. The kind of determination that would lead to him fighting every god in existence if it was the right thing to do. Because he doesn't care about sides. He doesn't care about what's normal, or what's popular. He doesn't care what everybody else in the world thinks, he only cares about what's right. So if everybody in the world thought it was okay to kick a little puppy, he would still beat up everybody that did it until people learned the lesson that it was wrong to do that. He's not all about force though, he does honestly try to simply convince everyone why it would be better to be kinder and more heroic, rather than evil or demented or something.

He tends to think outside of the box with most things as well. He's nothing like Trelas, but is intelligent and able to come up with clever solutions. Whenever he has free time that isn't spent helping someone, it's often spent learning or experimenting. But always in someway bettering himself. Mostly though, he has a thirst for knowledge, and that is why he experiments and learns. It why he pushes his brain to be able to think, not just to be able to memorize or calculate. He has fun building clever things from time to time as well, anything that pushes his intellect.

Opinion of mortals: Oh he absolutely loves 'em. Most of his time is spent with mortals. Sometimes he'll even join the party of a group that he finds particularly worthy. That's another interesting thing to note, in a way, he looks up to certain mortals. Those who he calls heroes, are ones who've earned his respect. Mortals who fight for what's right not because it coded into them like it is him, but because it's right. He respects that, though there are many mortals that he desperately wants to violently #$%&*$!^ to death. Such as certain murderers, rapists, corrupt kings and bandits. However, he doesn't really care much about what a person has done in the past, only who they are at the moment.

He also prizes the intelligent ones. The quick-thinking, the inventors, the strategists, all those who are, well, Ingenious!

God’s Domain: He prizes the high places. Where the sun is brightest and you can see for miles and miles around.

Equipment

A large broadsword that he will make, and then improve throughout the story. It will be elaborated on in story as he makes it.

Armor covering his right arm that was bathed in raw godly power due to a lack of control when he made it.

So begins...

Kylian's Story

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A bare mountaintop. Not the tallest around, but high enough that it's peak has passed through the clouds, and high enough so that you could see for miles around. Suddenly though, a flash of light and a wave of power. A divine seed, bringing life from it's power. And just as suddenly, the flash is gone, the bottomless power dormant once more. But now, a shape is laying on the ground. A shape that starts to move, and then stands up.

His hair falls forward as he does so. 'Is this...hair? I know the word, somehow, but it's white, and blue! No, not white, blonde! That's the wor-' he broke off mid-thought as he finally looked at his surroundings.

"Whoa." was all he could say when he saw all the land laid out before him like this. It was so beautiful. He wanted to get to a better vantage point, so he stepped forward. When he did so however, the rock gave way beneath him and he started to fall down the mountain. Free-falling itself wasn't something he had anything against, but when he saw the sharp spires at the bottom of the ravine he was falling straight towards, he started to panic. Looking around frantically for anything he could do, he saw the edge of the ravine getting closer and closer. Once he fell into it, there wouldn't be anything he could do, so out of sheer instinct, he spread his wings.

They spread fully out and he almost immediately snapped to a stop. "AH! Wings don't work like that!" when he started to fall again, he realized that the wings didn't catch the air, they simply lifted when he willed it. So he willed, and sure enough, rather than fall, he started to fly, away from the cliff. "Amazing!" he shouted at the top of his lungs, with the air whipping into his face. It was then that he heard an odd howl. He turned his head to follow the noise, and saw that it came from an enormous forest very nearby. He slowed to a stop in midair to think.

"Should I go check it out? But then again, I know just about nothing at the moment, I might only cause problems, and I'd hate to bother someone I haven't met. Wait, if there's someone to bother then there's someone else! And if there's someone else then I have to meet them." his mind made up, he resumed his flight, but this time down into the forest.

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"Where did that howl come from? Hmm...AGH!" he suddenly shouted as a drop of water hit him on the head. "Water?! Where did that come from?" at the very moment that he asked that question, a shadow seemed to come over the world. Looking up, he saw the clouds stretching out across the sky, and he felt despair.

"The light," his voice only came out as a strangled whisper,"Where did all the light go?" for a moment he was able to do nothing more than stare at the clouds in horror until the rain started to truly pour down on him. "A time when the world goes dark, how awful." he murmured, a terrible sadness evident in his voice. Then a determined look came upon his face.

"Well then I'll just have to shine a little brighter." and so his wings swept back, and the light they were made of seemed to explode outward. Continuing his search, he now flew through the sky trailing bright light just like a comet. But he was unsatisfied, because to make up for the lack of light, shouldn't the light be more...well, more? He thought about it for a moment, before sudden inspiration struck. So he clapped his hands together, and suddenly the sky was filled with color. All the drops of water had started to refract the light, so color raced all across the sky from every drop that was shone upon.

"Maybe this is a bit excessi-" There it was! He looked almost straight down, and sure enough, there were figures where he had just heard the howl coming from. A wide grin suddenly appearing on his face, he flew down as fast as could. Unluckily for him, that was fast enough that he couldn't stop in time. So he slammed into a tree branch before finally landing on the ground in an undignified heap. Quickly standing up and brushing off the twigs clinging to him. he looked up to see two odd creatures staring at him. One, a strange canine beast walking on two legs though it looked like it could use four if it needed to. The other however, was a more monstrous looking thing. A massive serpent, with nine heads. What really drew his attention however, was that only eight of them were looking at him, the other was still looking at the beast. Suddenly the head tensed, and he knew that it would attack while the beast was focused on him. There was no time to warn, or attack, all he could do was dash forward as fast as possible. So when the head struck out, he put himself in between the beast and the serpent. But what could he do, he needed something to defend with, anything. So he raised his right arm to stop the serpent, and when it tried to bite straight through it, it instead bit the first thing he could think of. Covering his arm was graceful fitted armor that had a pauldron in the shape of a snarling wolf's head, the only image his mind could create in such a situation.

The serpent's head recoiled with a hiss, and he could see that the armor had burned it's flesh where it had brushed against it. Looking at the armor, he could tell why. So inexperienced was he that when he made the armor, his godly power, 'leaked' into the armor. As he saw the same markings that adorned his skin suddenly appear on the armor, he understood that it was now a part of him just as much as the arm beneath it.

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"Why are you interrupting my meal godling?" the hissing voice of the serpent shocked him out of his reverie. He turned to stare at it in amazement.

"You can talk!?"

"Hsssss, of course I can talk, I am Hydra. But who are you to speak? A mere godling, barely older than the rainstorm above us."

"Who am I?" a rather shocked look came about his face, because he hadn't stopped to consider it before. So he sat down, ignoring the downright offended look on Hydra's face, er, faces, and started to think. 'Obviously I exist. Which means there must be a word for me. A word that symbolizes all that I am and all that I could be.' but the more he thought about it, the more he realized he couldn't quite find an answer. It was infuriating, but he just couldn't think of what his name was. Suddenly standing up, he turned to Hydra. "I'm not sure, but more importantly, what gives you the right to eat this thing!? It's a living breathing creature just like you! Would you like it if someone came along and ate you?"

"Him, not it."

"W-what!?" spinning to look at the beast behind him, his eyes widened with shock at the sight of a man, about his size, with a sort of ageless quality about him. "Your hair is green!"

"You're a simpleton aren't you? No nevermind, it doesn't matter. The point is, I'm a werewolf created by my master Cragin, a he. NOT an it."

"S-simpleton? How rude!"

"You have blue hair, how strange."

"H-how rude!"

"Exactly."

"HSSSS! Enough of this nonsense! I'll simply devour you both!" with that, all nine of Hydra's heads struck out all at once against the two of them.

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Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Kreios Character Portrait: Kylian

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

Was this God truly as wise as he seemed? Or was it all just what he was labelled, what the All Father wanted them to believe? "My apologies Acanthus but that judgement has its faults," Nylia said, it was in her blood to use her words to sway opinions and she used said gift unconsciously. "Why is it that any creation we see to be unfit is sent to Kreios?" Nylia asked feeling sorrow for the poor creatures. "Our creations have emotions and feel pain, how can we, as their Gods subject them to such torture?" Nylia asked pleadingly. "If Kreios wants to corrupt, he should corrupt inanimate objects, that can't feel pain. How can you call yourself a God of Wisdom if you can't understand the feelings of the creations you choose to discard?" Nylia didn't understand why she felt so close to the creatures, even though she didn't even know them. She understood how they felt out of place, but she didn't know why. Why did she feel so out of place?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deeper darkness, and all thought is gone.

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wandering

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brothers and sisters! Help me in this!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

((Sorry for the short post.))

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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#, as written by Drogyn
It was no use. He'd tried being as flashy and loud as possible, yet still, barely anyone so much as noticed. Nothing would end this fight except violence. He couldn't let this fight go on much longer, because listening to Genocide's words and seeing Kreios continually grabbing things, he realized if this didn't end soon, then someone else would get dragged down with them. He couldn't let that happen, even if that meant dragging Genocide and Kreios down to Inferno with him. Despite how much it hurt, he was about to form his sword once more, to sever the tethering tentacles. Then he would tackle the both of them into the portal. Suddenly however, he felt a tug and something began pulling him back away from the fight, and then out of the door of this building. He looked to see what had pulled him out.

"N-Nylia?!" he was rather shocked, and was going to ask her why she'd dragged him outside, when something distracted him. 'Oh All Father it's cold! ...does his arm have a mouth on it?' he noticed Trelas and clung to the thought of him to distract himself from the cold.

"Thank you for your help, and you are the one who is truly brave," Nylia said, drawing Kylian's attention away from the other god and towards her. Then she hugged him. "Thank you...Kylian," she said smiling warmly at the name. In some back corner of his mind, that was when he realized that he had said his name earlier, and that he rather liked hearing her say it. Mostly though, he was completely overwhelmed by the hug she gave him. A bright blush had immediately risen up on his face as his heart sped up. If he had to classify his emotion right then, it would be somewhere between embarrassment and panic. "If you get too cold, come back in, but you may be safer out here," Nylia said stopping her hug and brushing her hand through his hair. He wasn't sure how to handle all the touching. He didn't exactly dislike it, but he had no idea how to react to it, he was helpless. Till what she said finally made it's way through his head.

"W-were you protecting me?!" he was completely shocked. He didn't know why someone would try to save him. Risking his life and limb to save someone else, he didn't mind that. But someone else risking life and limb to save him? That somehow felt wrong, and it greatly bothered him. "What if you had gotten hurt?!" he'd never be able to live with himself if she were hurt saving him. "Speaking of which," his voice died out as he turned and saw Kreios and Genocide fall through the portal. Peace was returned to the room almost too quickly. "Um, never mind, I guess?" he said, a somewhat bemused expression on his face.

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

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

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

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

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#, as written by Fencer
Trelàs started to eat the cold substance known as snow with the mouth he had in his hand, he felt and saw what was happening inside the fortress and the rest of the world, but for now the snow seemed much more interesting so he ignored the visions that mirror image sent him and the pair of new gods who were near.

Back in the land of the fog two winged reptiles threatened the Senri, Amentia lay shattered on the ground and the dragons tried to destroy the intangible image of the God, the First Male found one of the instruments discarded by the God of Music and started to play it while the others accompanied with their voices, the womans led by the First Female began to dance, the melody of the First Male and the dance of the First Female resounded in unison and the dragons started screaming in pain, the earth shook and Amentia began to rebuilt himself bigger than before, when the stone being was completely recovered the melody changed and dragons stopped screaming in pain, Amentia looked with his only eye to one of the dragons who began to squirm and blindly attack everywhere one of its attacks reached its kin who was trying to combat sleep produced by the melodies of the Senri, the insane dragon began eating the wounded one and Amentia took the opportunity to crush them in the ground, in the same way that he crushed the God of madness before, for now the Lands of the Fog was safe.

Trelàs lost interest in the snow after eating enough of it, he didn't know what to do until he remembered his original purpose in coming here, he opened the door and entered the fort in his mortal and symetric form while singing,

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

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

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

Trelàs overhear the words of the Wise, destructive force??, The God of Music hadn't heard anything about that, Trelàs placed himself in the center of the assembled group and said ignoring the heavy atmosphere that prevailed "Anyone can teach how to create this to my mortals?" With a flick of his left hand appeared a flute, with his time in solitude part of his mind understood how the world seemed to work, each of the gods ruled something specific and even if another god could emulate an action he could not pass that knowledge to the mortals, explaining why Trelàs could create instruments but couldn't teach the Senri create them, while he waited the God began to play his flute from it emerged some bubbles that showed the Battle of Amentia and the Senri against the Dragons.

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

"Jute"

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

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

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

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Nylia

Nylia watched as Ulmo came over to her and started speaking to her "I am glad that both you and Kylian are unharmed, milady," he told her with a gentle smile that gave way to a grim expression as he continued, "However, the beasts begin to intrude upon my realm. I would ask your assistance in dealing with them as this fight has left me winded. I would of course provide you with hospitality as befits a guest of your stature." "Thank you Ulmo, and I'm glad that you made it through the battle safely as well," Nylia said smiling. "I see. Well, I will most certainly help you," Nylia said contemplating for a moment. "I would be able to breathe in your realm, right?" Nylia asked, there was still so much they didn't know about and so much more to learn. "If so then it would be my pleasure to accompany you," Nylia said, wondering what the Sea was like and what beauties it held.

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

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

Jute

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To battle then!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well met sister!"

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

"A toast then, to family."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

((Another short post >.<))

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I look forward to give you a tour."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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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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Nylia

After resting with Ulmo for about half an hour, Nylia had an epiphany, as strong epiphany. "Until we meet again, Ulmo, my sweet," Nylia said climbing on top of Ulmo and kissing his forehead. "If you don't mind, I'm going to wear one of your robes, I have much business to attend to," Nylia said smiling enthusiastically. Once she wrapped the robe tightly around her she went to Ulmo, kissing him softly on the lips once again and pulling her fingers softly through his hair. "What we did was...excellent," Nylia said having a slight hangover. She left the palace, though she got wet because Ulmo wasn't with her she knew she had to do something important, she thought of a way to bring her creation to life.

Once she made it back to Ulmo's room in the great hall Nylia stepped out quietly, a trail of water behind her. She looked around making sure that no one saw her in Ulmo's robes. She saw Kylian in the distance, passed out. "Oh my," Nylia said shocked, but her head was pounding and she was still a bit tipsy, so she had to fix that. Walking into her room she grabbed some clothes to wear and went back into Ulmo's room, disrobing and using the hot springs to rejuvenate herself. When she was done she dried herself and put on her fresh clothes, a long T shirt and some denim shorts. After cleaning up Ulmo's room she went back outside to tend to Kylian.

He appeared to be passed out, so Nylia brought him into her room, laying him on her bed. He must have had a fun time after she left, Nylia thought smiling. But she brought her attention back to the matter at hand quickly; she had a plan and she was going to go through with it. Taking out unfinished statue she brought it with her as she left the Great Hall, spread her wings and flew over to her domain. The caves. Grabbing more rocks and spires she gave her first doll an arm, though he would feel pain in that arm for all his life, it was for a good cause, as the sword saved her on multiple occasions. She then created a creature identical to her first creation. She then started the differences. The first one she made she carved so that it would have similar physical attributes to that of Ulmo, it would have things that she did not have. The second creation had physical attributes similar to her, and had things that her first creation did not have. Though they didn't look perfect they were still beautiful, now all she had to do was bring them to life.

So, she kissed her creations on the mouths she had created, as she remembered that her kiss sprung Ulmo to life as well mentally and physically. Luckily for her...it worked, her creatures were alive and felt emotions just like she did and they grew eyes so they could see each others beauty. "Hello, my creations," Nylia said proudly. "You shall be named Pupo," she said pointing to her first beloved creation, "You shall be named Hesperida," she said pointing to her second creation. "Your purpose is to love one another, and make love to one another, to populate your people, which shall be named the Amares," Nylia said, hoping they would follow her orders. From her kiss they understood how to make love and have children just as she did. For them she created a small house with a bed for making love. "You shall be the rulers of your people, if you can make enough, once I return, I shall make more for you," Nylia said flying away back to the great hall.

Once she arrived back she went into her room, checking whether or not Kylian was awake. She longed to see Ulmo again, to touch Ulmo again, but for now she had to ensure that her friend was okay.

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Jacobti

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

Abnuutkakt

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

Vitaiim at the Central Vitaiim Monastery

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

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