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Lyandra

Goddess of the Hunt and Womanhood

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

Description

    God Name: Lyandra
    Creed: I am your mother, you are safe in my arms
    Title: The Goddess of Motherhood, womanhood, hunters, and animals
    Gender: female
    Alignment: Neutral. She will do whatever it takes to protect her own.
    God Appearance:

Image

She is a beauty. Her long blonde hair is her classic feature. She wears what she wants, embracing her womanhood and expressing her freedom to be such. Her body is a temple that mortal men lust over, but will never obtain unless she sees fit. Her long white wings are the embodiment of her freedom, allowing her to come and go as she pleases. She is often pictured with a bow and arrow. She is ferocious, the perfect hunter. Her beauty draws in her prey, and then she strikes through the heart.

When she doesn't come to earth in the form of a human woman, she appears as a white wolf.

    Personality:

She is the embodiment of woman freedom, no silly notions about waiting for marriage or being held to restrictions males will never be. She is freer than any man will dream of being. She is lovely and terrifying, willing to strike anyone who threatens her or her followers. She is loyal to them. She has been known to come to the mortal plane and spend nights with men who are defenseless against her perfection.
She is dangerously protective of children, she takes care of all small children. Orphans will always find a motherly embrace in her arms.
She is also a friend of the wildlife. They will come to her aid if she needs them.

    Opinion of mortals: She is wary of men and thinks they are silly and simpleminded. She loves her women and children and will take care of them no matter what it takes or who she has to scorn.
    God’s Domain: She resides in Paradise, she spends a lot of time on the mortal plane.

    Portfolios Governed: Womanhood, motherhood, children, hunters, animals
    Symbol(s): A strung bow with three arrows.

Equipment

She needs nothing but her bow. She can hunt any prey with the golden instrument.

History

Little is known about her history, it has been said that she is the original mother of children, the first lover. It has also been said that it is she that taught the people how to use the woods to their advantage. Her people will never go hungry.

So begins...

Lyandra's Story

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The woods seemed to grow and become alive around her. They creaked and groaned, a beautiful symphony in Lyandra's ears. She became alive with the forest, finding herself at home amongst its branches. She sampled the fruit of the wood and found that it was to her liking. However, she soon grew bored, with nothing but the sound of the trees to keep her company.

She stood, allowing for all to see her perfect form, white wings stretched for all to see. Her beautiful body glowed in the dampness of the trees. It beckoned the life of the forest to come to her, lulled them in close. When nothing came to bask in her beauty, she realized how lonely the woods were.

'Something must be done about this'. It was a decision. She willed them into being, small animals to feed on the greenery that grove contained. They loved her and stayed close to her, keeping her warm.
She loved the animals in return, but they were not enough for companionship. They could not think or reason. She wanted something more to fill her time.

She pondered on the solution to such a problem, making herself comfortable in bed of grass, surrounded by her new found furry friends. She felt at home in this magical place.

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She felt the quake of the world. She felt it shutter as rage filled the skies. Lyandra was suddenly severely aware of the world around her. No longer lost in her own world, she felt the others around her growing, moving. She was not alone in this world. As if on cue, a dark faceless creature appeared before her. Lyandra said nothing at first, watching this creation closely, cautiously. Her golden bow was drawn, string pulled tight in her strong hands. Her eyes gazing down the glistening arrow. When it bowed before her, she lowered her weapon.

"My lord, I am one of the Prachians. I come with a message from my master." Lyandra was puzzled by how the thing was speaking, since it had no voice or vocal cords, she could hear it speaking directly to her mind. She felt a little violated by the intrusion into her consciousness.

"Go on," she commanded reluctantly. Her voice was they way beauty would sound. It was like what music would be crafted to sound like. IT was also strong, filled with a ferocity that was unmatched.

"He wishes me to tell you that he wants to meet with you," he flashed a mental image of Acanthus' location in her mind. "and to find him out if you so wish." With it's message told, it quickly bounded off to find it's next target.

Lyandra thought about it for a moment, it was as good a plan as any, perhaps it would shed some light on the changes the world was undergoing, and her birth which remained a mystery to her. She stretched her white feathery wings and used them to ascend into the sky. It felt good to soar. Her wings catching the air and allowing her to travel quickly. She wanted others to feel this sensation, and as she thought it, so it was. Some of the clouds around her began to form and make shape. Soon feathered friends joined in her flight. It was peaceful, other than the sensation of malice that she could not shake.

She saw the old man on the stump through the trees and landed gracefully in front of him. His face was inquisitive and she knew that he contained much knowledge. She felt a bond with him, although she was not sure what kind.

"I have responded to your request old man." She greeted. Her body glowed in the darkness of the forest with a golden light.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I would like answers as well."

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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#, as written by Fencer
"I want to meet the black thing"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"It was a pleasure to meet you as well Mathias." Acanthus responded to the god. He smiled kindly, giving this young god his full attention as the others were either lost in thought or taking their leave of the clearing. This one was going to leave too. Acanthus was not surprised. Mathias seemed prone to action and though he he seemed to be restless, Acanthus felt more at peace with him than any of the chaotic gods.

"How does one find you and when will it be alright to find you?" Mathias asked. "Should I look for a Prachian or will you send one if you need us or what is your preferred method of communication?"

Acanthus created a ring and gave it to the god. "This will allow you to communicate with me no matter where you are in the two and one realms. Just say my name into it and I will respond. As for where I will be? I have been idle for a very long time. I believe I will be shaping the magic that I have gifted this world with. I have many ideas and they must be done before there are too many mortals."

He nodded to Mathias and let him be off. Trelas was playing music then, Acanthus had not heard deep in conversation with Mathias. The sound was unlike anything Acanthus had ever heard and he surprised that such sweet sound could come forth from such a hideous looking being. Though he knew better than to judge simply on what he saw. The copy of himself began to speak with all the other copies.

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

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

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


Acanthus had not thought to hear such wisdom come from Trelas either. He wondered at the words that it had spoken, feeling somewhat pleased with himself. He had not thought it a competition, only a matter of putting what was right into words.
He thought only a while longer on Trelas, until he began to feel uncomfortable with the chaos and madness that that god had portrayed, that that god was.
After all the others had left Acanthus looked at Lyandra who was still there. “You have been silent on all of this. What do you think? What will you do with the wisdom you have received?”

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"I do not know what to think," She said honestly. "The world around me and all the things that inhabit it are changing so rapidly. I don't know much about it, or myself. Compared to you old man, I feel foolish and naive, and I don't care for feeling like that at all. " She sighed retracting her wings, she stood in pure woman form. Other than her painstaking beauty she had nothing to show that she was a goddess, even if she didn't know what that meant.

"I don't know what to make of my strange kin, or the strange visions that they create. This world is more vast than any of us have given credit for." she sat in the wood, overcome by her confusion and heart wrenching loneliness. She seemed to radiate her pain so all could see it as well as sense it.

"I have one question for you wise Acanthus," She looked at him her grey eyes brimming with sadness. "I have noticed I am different in ways from the rest of them. Yet I feel drawn to them in strange ways, they make me feel things internally that I do not understand. How am I different?" She was sincere and looked to the only one she really trusted out of all the strange kin she had acquired, for answers.

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Acanthus looked into Lyandra's eyes, his stare piercing but soft. He saw that she was truly unsure of herself compared to the others. He smiled softly and took her hands in his.

"Child," He said kindly, "You are different, but the same. You said it yourself. You are the first woman. The rest are all just simple men," He chuckled here, "Yes, even me. You are more complex and beautiful than any man could hope to be. The others create feelings in you because you are different. These feelings, I assume, are want and desire. All animals show feelings like this, though I expect that in mortals (and especially in gods) the feelings are deeper and more complex emotionally and in thought." He released her hands and stood up.

"You are truly a gift to this world. So I will give you a gift." He waved his hand and created a silver feather, lined with gold. He handed this gift to her. "When you create mortals, if you have the desire, use this and it will give them wisdom that comes straight from the heart, a woman's intuition if you will." He said with a wink.

Then he made another communication ring. "Call upon me whenever you wish child. I will answer."

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

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

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Mathias was once again disturbed by the abilities of Trelàs. The words these copies speak, did nothing but unsettle him. He had a strong, ominous feeling coming from this encounter. Mathias felt within his mind something terrible will come to pass and it may very be brought about by these, naturally turbulent gods. Mathias felt that something must be done in advance to defend themselves from the potential threat that both Trelàs and Kreios present. For some reason Mathias felt that is the correct thing to do. Once he leaves he is going to plan some sort of preventive measures to take against the day one of these gods could turn aggressive. Not just those two but maybe the others as well, he feels confident that Acanthus isn't the threat, in fact he considers him to be an ally. Mathias could tell that he too feels uncomfortable around them, it's kind of hard not to notice it when he is always feeling it. When Mathias has his plans he will consort Acanthus on them, he is sure he will provide meaningful input.

Thinking of consorting Mathias looked at the ring Acanthus gave him. He immediately placed the ring on his gloved finger. It felt uncomfortable and tried to adjust it where it felt better but something was obstructing it. He could see the material of the gloves scrunching up against the ring. Mathias removed the ring and then the glove to see his hand. His hand was firm and large bumps were protruding from the base of his fingers. He clenched his hands and made a fist, making the bumps bulge more. He felt them and they were hard, like stone and for some reason Mathias felt proud he had such strong hands. He placed the ring upon his finger and then the glove back over it. Mathias turned to see Acanthus walk off after he told him how to use the ring and what he will be doing. Acanthus was deep into conversation with Lyandra. The beautiful figure retracted her wings as she seemed sad about something. Mathias was too far away to overhear their words but he knew it not right to eavesdrop.

Mathias decided to take his leave as he saw Lyandra leave, without her here the feeling of staying near the others didn't seem worth it. Mathias walked off feeling Acanthus was going to be busy for a while. Mathias made haste as he wished to be out of these woods. Mathias quickly found the forest's edge as he came upon an open field against the backdrop of mountain ranges. Mathias walked upon the field as if he was searching for a specific spot, a place to make a habitation. He wasn't sure where to go. The world is vast indeed but he felt that this world can offer him little in his endeavors while it could prove useful in others. Of course this how he has felt for hours now. No where to go and longing to be some where. Mathias found it...right to return to that one particular mountain he was fond of. Mathias wandered back to that mountain, he recognized it for it was the tallest he could see. Mathias felt a connection of some sort as he felt drawn to do something. What could it be though?

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Acanthus

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

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

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

Nebious

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

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


Xin and Whisrul

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

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

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

Whisrul nodded, but said nothing more.

Fen

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

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

Sinclaire

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

Laoradah

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

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

Yldrich

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

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

Jute

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

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

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