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Malus Dou Makakhan

The God Dragon of Fire, Destruction and Predators

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

Description

Name: Malus Dou' Makakhan (Malice Do Maka' khan )
Titles: The Beast, The Great Dragon, The Consumer,
Creed:" Everything burns."
Gender:Male
Alignment:Chaotic Neutral
Portfolios governed: Fire, Destruction and Natural Predators.
Description : Malus has many forms, but a great many of them take the form of vast, terrible creatures that can sometimes be mistaken for moving landmasses. He embodies both the natural grace and terrible strength of the predator with the boundless, unquenchable fury and hunger of the flame. His main form, a vast fiery horned beast, he embodies both halves to their greatest extent. His eyes gleam like twin suns, their gaze alone enough to consume the flesh of those too weak to withstand his presence. His craggy skin radiates heat, turning the landscape around him into rivers of molten magma and fields of flowering flames. He is rage incarnate, he is the Apex predator.

Territories : Malus tends to roam about the land in one form of another, sometimes soaring the skies, sometimes swimming the seas. Anywhere where predators stalk or fire burns can host the Beast. The seas, however, he tends to avoid because even his raging flames can be quenched in the endless, rolling blue. During such times when he swims the seas, he usually takes the form of a great serpent of shark with dark craggy scales like the rocky skin of cooled magma . Every once in a while, he will settle in a single area for a time, the heat of his body reducing it to a molten tundra or a mountain range of flowing magma, depending on the landscape, heedless of how many cities or lives are consumed .

Symbols : Malus's symbol is a toothy, draconic skull.

Personality

To say that Malus is nothing more then a feral beast would be a most grave mistake. The God-Dragon can reason and think, but he has little need for the musings and contemplations of mortals and immortals alike. He is destruction embodies, his purpose and only desire is to consume and destroy. This may seem cruel, evil and chaotic, but it is all a essential part of a far greater balance then most mortals could ever understand. Malus understands this, but he does not need the justification to do as he wishes. Malus is not a avatar of battle, he does not seek conflict with mortal or immortals alike, but to believe that the Beast can be turned aside through force of intimidation is to court with destruction itself. None command the Beast, he moves as he pleases, he settles where he may and cares not the consequences.

Should one gain a audience with the God-Dragon, they may find him surprisingly impartial. That being said, it would take a colossal effort of reason to sway him to one side or another on any given issue that does not concern his own desires. That being said, if one were to understand his purpose and presents a compelling case, one may very well convince the Dragon to head one way, rather then another..say..if a nation needs to disappear in a wave of liquid fire.

Mortals : If Malus has any opinion of Mortals at all, it is as a item of Prey to be consumed. There may be some warriors and arcanists that seek favor of the God-Dragon, who wish to receive a portion of his predatory grace and fiery strength so that they might lay their enemies low. Only through incredible feats of destruction could a mortal ever turn the Dragon's Eye towards him. This has often lead many to believe that the God-Dragon is associated with evil, insanity and murder, which is untrue.

Immortals : Malus, however, does give pause when confronted or hailed by a fellow immortal. Malus may not be the best conversationalist, but his simple wisdom and impartial nature can lend service and insight and, in times of anger, his all consuming ferocity and rage are nothing short of awe-inspiring. Immortals who seek the services or council of the God-Dragon need only present themselves and ask their question. They will be sure to receive a impartial judgement, should they remain respectful and not anger him.

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Him, but make him much, much bigger.

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Whenever he does choose to take a humanoid form, it is usually this one.

History

to come.

So begins...

Malus Dou Makakhan's Story

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For eons, he had slept.

Pristine forest covered the face of the world, it's natural glory unmatched in purity and perfection. Lakes sparkled with cleanliness, innumerable trees swayed in a gentle breeze of pure air. Creatures and mortals of the realm moved about, heedless of what lay beneath, buried under countless tons of stone, earth and water.

It all began with a shiver, a raised hackle, a sense of anxiety..all was not as it had been..something had changed. Mortals and animals alike felt something. A shifting of awareness, a new presence that was as old as the land itself, yet had not been seen in countless generations.

As if in answer to the mortals, the land itself stirred. The land jumped. Birds took flight, crying their distress and indignation at this untimely disturbance. Creatures and mortal alike froze as the ground shivered, swaying the very foundations of the world itself

But now, his time for slumber had ended.

It all began subtly, a warming of the soil underfoot and the cool crystal water of the lakes and streams of the peaceful valley. The land began to shift, the soil shuddered as another great shiver shook the valley, startling man and beast, both of which gave flight with cry and call. Great vents burst from the ground, clouds of steam shooting into the air with terrifying force. First a dozen, then hundreds, then thousands, casting aside rock, tree and form aside with belittling ease. Steam so hot it cooked on contact, searing flesh clear to the bone. The lakes began to steam, then to boil angrily as the land shook again. Where steam had once billowed, fire now spewed, igniting tree and the ground itself. Smoke, black smoke, now billowed from the valley below, darkening the sky, cutting off the merry light of the sun. Fire spread, consuming everything it touched, lighting the blackened sky with a orange glow. Not even the air itself could escape the heat of the ever growing flames. The dull roar of the fire was suddenly drowned out by a much deeper rumble. The burning trees rattled together as the charred earth beneath shifted, swelling as something beneath began to shift. The cracking and splinting of wood filled the air as their roots broke and them tumbled to the ground with a crash. Higher and higher did the bulge grow, stretching up and up into the sky like the peak of a fiery mountain, overshadowing the snow covered peaks that made up the rim of the once pristine valley.

The lakes were overturned as the ground shifted, super heated water spilling over the sides and flooding the burning valley with steaming water until it too disappeared in a gout of steam. Magma wept from the side of the great mountain, the charred earth rumbling and cracking as chunks of partially molten rock tumbled down it's quickly growing slopes in a hellish avalanche. Into the clouds the burning peak rose, the dark thick cloud of smoke illuminated with a red glow. The peak could be clearly seen from hundreds of miles around, it's rumbling and thunder heard just as far.

Then, without warning, the peak split in a blinding flash of light and fire,dark clouds of ash and smoke billowing up and up, miles upon miles into the sky. The land was swept clean, the peaks of the snowy mountains around the valley melted in a instant. The pyroclastic flow, that demonic wind of fire and ash would spread for hundreds of miles, searing the the land and consuming tree, stream, flesh and stone. Great chunks of land were hurled miles and miles around, falling like burning stars on the land thereabouts. Amidst the rumble and thunder of the exploding valley, a new sound arose. A mighty roar so great and powerful that it silenced the thundering of the earth itself. A form shifted within the pillar of smoke, stirring the roiling black with great sweeps of glowing red horns. From the smoke, a great fiery claw appeared, gripping the mountain peaks themselves as he climbed out of the deep chasm . His vast form like a living volcano, his skin shone with a hot orange light, veins of super hot white covering his form.

The God-Dragon had awakened, his birthing throes had levels the land,scorching it black for as far as eyes could see. The living mountain of destruction, who's great horned back touched the clouds, his great clawed feet could level entire cities with a single sweep. His eyes burned like the sun, raking the land in fire as his gaze wandered. No weapon of man could touch his glowing skin, all burned at his touch. He was Malus Do Makakhan, the first predator who's heart burned like sun, the essence of Destruction made flesh. Malus clambered over the valley peaks, shaking the earth as he set foot on the charred earth below. Once freed, he shook himself ,sending a rain of molten earth on the ground below. Snorting, he peered across the land and the destruction he had caused and saw it was good. The First Dragon would set off , his glowing fiery form visible for miles and miles around, heading towards lands yet untouched, to begin his endless trudge through the new world and fulfill the purpose given him countless years before

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"My lord Malus ! Lord Malus ! Hello!"

The dark skinned creature, the first creation of the Sage God himself, waved his arms frantically, crying out as loud as his lungs would allow.The God-Dragon had not been difficult to find in the least. The great swath of fire, smoke and ash that he left in his wake could be hardly have been missed. He had seen his gargantuan fiery form from afar off, but it had taken him hours to reach him. Even now, he stood atop a peak some miles away, unsure as to how even approach the First Dragon. How could you approach a creature who's head breached the clouds and who's feet could crush entire human villages underfoot. He could feel the heat of his mighty flesh even from this distance. It was likely that he would be consumed before he ever got close. The Praetorian stared in abject horror and wonder, watching the land around the dragon darken before bursting into flames, the ground under his form glow red with heat. Black smoke and flames rising into the heavens , burning unchecked through the forests.

The distant rumbling paused, drawing the attention of the Sage-child, who looked up to see the great horned head of the dragon turn towards him, his eyes gleaming like two stars in his head. Beams of light issued from his eyes, raking across the vast cliff face atop with the dark-skinned messenger stood. Fire and bit of molten rock burst from the cliff face. The dragon turned towards the messenger, crossing the miles and miles of separation in mere moments. The messenger scrambled backwards, fearing that he could be consumed by the heat of the beast's body. However, he was just not fast enough, his legs far too short to outdistance the God-Dragon. He found that the temperature of the air itself had not changed and, upon inspection, he found that the form of Malus himself was shifting. The molten craigs that laced his body had closed, containing the heat of his body. The air was hot like that in a vast arid desert as it swirled around him. The God Dragon stood before the cliff, his form rising high above the peak

"Speak thy peace, First-Born."

The voice of the dragon was like the rumbling of the mountain before it burst into flames. The words flowed into the ears without the use of his lipless , fanged maw. The messenger rose and dusted himself off, craning his neck backwards in a attempt to take in the God-Dragon's impossible dimensions.

"Ah..yes..My master has sent me with a invitation. He wishes to meet with you, my Lord."

The God-Dragon turned his vast head a bit to one side in a sign of inquisitive contemplation

"Thy Master ?" inquired he.

" Yes, my Lord. Acanthus the Wise. He speaks now with the rest of the Gods in his home."

"Truly ?"

" Indeed, My Lord."

The black smoke from the raging forest fires reached them at this point, dimming the light of the merry sun about them. The God-Dragon was quiet for a few moments, turning his head one way and then another as if carefully considering what he had learned. Should he go and meet with this Acanthus and the other Gods that had gathered ?

" Alas, I cannot be averted from my purpose for I was granted a singular purpose by our All-Father. It is my purpose to spread destruction to all corners of this mortal world." he said, turning away his vast form to return his plodding through the world.

" My Lord ? You would not meet with your brethren and sisters for a mere few hours ?" asked the Messenger.

" I shall, but not today. I shall trod this mortal coil for the remainder of its existence. I do not doubt that our paths shall all cross in the fullness of time. Tell thy master that should he wish to speak with me, I shall give him due audience." said he, the fires re-igniting in his flesh, casting a new wave of all consuming heat onto the world below. The messenger, fearing the heat, made all haste to distance himself before he was consumed like the forest around him, taking the message of the God-Dragon to the God-Sage.

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The dragon paused and lifted his great head, blinking. His nostrils flared as he inhaled deeply, pulling in surrounding clouds and causing the trees beneath to stir in the wind. His searing eyes blinked once, twice and three times. The God-Dragon could sense the discord brewing amongst the Gods, the unchecked energies mixing together in a mixture of hostility, confusion, chaos, anger and hate. Malus turned his horned head in the direction of the maelstrom of godly energies and stared for some time. The All-Father's wisdom knew no bounds. Had Malus attended such a meeting, he would have surely have fallen prey to the vortex of emotions and politics that had surely given rise to the current raging conflict. His diligence had acted as a shield, giving him a unique part to play in the current chain of events that had and would continue to unfold.

Malus did not know why the Gods decided to feud amongst themselves when the earth was so young and delicate. Malus was not omnipotent, he did not understand the meaning behind everything nor their purpose and he was not entirely unsure that what was transpiring was not in contradiction to the will of the All-Father. Whatever the case may be, it did not concern him. He had the task for which he had been created and it was a simple one. He did, however, consider the fact that if these Gods and Goddess that claimed to watch over the wild did not return then they would return to find their once green and fertile lands now vast tundras of ash, barren of life. Even now, the fires that his body had spawned were raging, spreading outwards on either side, growing in intensity with every moment. Countless living things had died, their bodies burnt to ashes as the destruction spread unchecked, there were no wardens present to quell the growing infernal tide.

The world was changing without it's guardians. As the Gods feuded and passed judgement on one another, new creatures of great and terrible power had spawned. When the great explosion had occurred, transforming a once peaceful valley into a charred craters, bit of molten rock and stone had been hurled into the sky, some landing hundreds of miles away. From these molten chunks of earth, new creatures had spawned. With rumbling roars, they took to the skies, their great wings spread as their scales gleamed with the colors of all the jewels of the earth. From their fanged maws, fire spewed. From these burning eggs, the first Dragons had spawned, taking to the skies to fulfill their father's wishes and bring fire to all corners of the world. They were the greatest predators and all things upon the earth or in the sky were their prey. Some of the stones fell into the endless deep, sinking into the dark depths. From these eggs spawned the great predators of the sea, The armored Leviathan who feasts on the mighty whales , it's carapace glowing with intense heat. The great serpents that illuminated the darkest depths with bright lights.

The behemoth, a vast boar like creature took dominion of the woodlands and plains, it's thick hide and course fur greater then any armor devised by man. Some of the Great predators even took to the earth itself, tunneling endlessly towards the very core of the world. Predators, monsters of all kinds, sprang forth across the world, taking up their abode where they would while the great Inferno spread across the surface of the wilds and mountains, leaving behind desolation. The light of the sun grew faint in the heavens, it's brightly shining face obscured by the smoke and ash that billowed up, both from the cataclysmic birth of the God-Dragon and that which was brought forth from the trail of devastation he left. The world grew darker as the clouds spread. Lightning flickered across the broiling clouds as ash rained down like grey snow . If left unchecked, the ash would darken the earth and no green thing could grow. The darkness spread with the winds, even reaching the doorstep of Acanthus himself.

Malus knew the devastation he had caused, the damage he had done. He knew what had to be done to restore what had been destroyed, but that was not his concern. It was the duty of his brother and sisters to maintain their realms and it was his duty to destroy them. The wisdom of the All-Father was boundless, without destruction, there could be no renewal and the hands of the Gods would grow idle and in their idleness they would feud and bicker. Should the Gods leave their world unattended, even for a short span, they would return to find what they had taken for granted lost and destroyed, such as it was now.

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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

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

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Korterra


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

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

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

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"Father ! Father, we are unmade !"

The dragons of the world, the great beasts and Predators cried in fear as their kin was crushed underfoot by the power of the Gods. As each Dragon died, it's fire would sear the ground beneath, be it stone or sand, leaving a permanent stain on the land where no thing could grow so long as the God-Dragon walked the earth.

The air would resound with the crying of the Dragons as they swarmed the skies, returning to their Father and nesting amongst his many spines. So massive was the God-Dragon that hundreds of the great dragons could move safely across his vast back, roaring their defiance at the world from the safe haven of their father's back. Elsewhere in the world, many dragons slipped from sight, retreating into the murky swamps, vast arid deserts, frigid tundras and the highest mountain tops, anywhere where they could find safe haven, adapting and adopting their new homes, blending in as any other creature of the world.

Malus saw life return to the world through the magic of the Sage God and another unknown Goddess. Was it truly such a trifling matter to undo so much destruction ? Who among them was the master of Death that they might return to life all the souls that perished in his fires ? Perhaps there was one among them that ruled those domains, but Malus had not sensed such a presence as of late. The immeasurable dragon did, however, feel a presence beneath him, another one of the Gods themselves come to face him and, no doubt, to protest his actions. Let them protest, let them wage war against him, should they wish. The Father Dragon paused, his great clawed foot settling some miles away from the tiny form of the Shifting God. A gale like wind of hot air would stir his vestments, fire and smoke would rage around his foot. The horned head of the Dragon would turn downwards, his bright eyes turning downwards toward him. Fire burst into life wherever his eyes traveled, reducing all to ash in a moment. His gaze settled upon the God, no doubt untouched by his mighty gaze even if the plants and ground beneath him burst into flame.

Moments passed in silence as the God of the Wilds stared defiantly at him, as if expecting to do battle with him. His great maw opened and his voice issued forth, stirring the land as a great wind and stirring the very ground beneath his feet as the wilderness about him took to flame yet again, immolated by the searing waves of heat coming from his scales

" Brother." said he by means of greeting " Tis fortunate that thy bickering ended as such time as it did. Had ye delayed but a few hours more all thy work would have been unmade." he said

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

Kylian. Acanthus felt the name. It was light. It was bravery. "You are welcome in my hall anytime you wish." He watched Trelas' whimsical nature as the day lulled near its end. Somehow after all of the excitement, this all felt like a dream. Then the door was kicked open with a loud smack and a new god entered and announced himself.

The boisterous one was named Braun. He was strength and brotherhood. From him flowed merriment and jest. Acanthus felt rather at ease with the newcomer, even though he was loud and quite obnoxious. "I will pass on liquor, but thank you for the offer."

Trelas seemed to get mad and then burst into hysterics. Acanthus wanted to say something, but knew not what he could say to the other. Then Trelas left, a sad look in his eyes. Acanthus watched him go, his head cocked as if slightly amused.

"Everyone," Acanthus said as he roused himself a bit. "I have rooms for you all. Please feel free to pick one, I know some of you already have." He bowed at them all and began to leave. "I will be in my library if I am needed. I have some minor matters to attend to."

Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

Sinclaire traveled a long distance. It took the time to reflect upon itself. It was a master of Creation, Healing, Teleportation, Divination, and Influence. It wondered what the Senri would be like. Surely they were something like the mad god. If so, then they would enjoy the many charm spells it began to work on in its mind. It teleported into a large bank of fog. It was close to them. Sinclaire could feel it.

Yldrich, a master of evocation, transmutation, and protection, approached a great cavern. Inside of the cavern it could hear many growls and rumblings. This was a dragon’s lair for sure. Yldrich put up a protective shield and entered the cave.

Fen, summoner extraordinaire, rode a great bald eagle towards the wilds of the forest of Craigin. It wondered about the creatures that were able to change their forms without using magic. It greatly wanted to meet them and revel in their company.

Jute

Jute had regained full composure of herself now. She was inwardly ashamed of her previous lack of self-control but she felt a cool, calculating calm pass over her. Deception was her area of expertise. She did not need to ‘prove’ anything. Everything belonged to her anyways. For this war giant to claim that her throne was his was like a footstool claiming that the floor was its own. Truly she understood now more than she had before. She still wanted to kill him, of course, but that time would come, just like it would come for all of the others. For now she had to gain his trust.

“You’re right of course Genocide. You could easily take anything and everything you want. You can have my throne. I don’t need it. I have something better, a weapon of such great power that it can let even a poor mortal child like me take full control of a city. That’s how I survived here, you know. It’s dangerous for me to be in a place like this.” She began to fully erase signs of her power from the area and instead started to create a weapon in the next room as she spoke. She gave it a power signature that masked her old one.

“Do you want it?” She asked, rather meekly. “I’m sure someone as great as you would put it to better use.”

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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


Sinclaire, Yldrich, Fen, Whisrul, Xin, Laoradah

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

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

Sinclaire, Yldrich, Fen, Whisrul, Xin, Laoradah

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

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

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

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

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

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Malus stared down at the God of the Wilderness, his eyes narrowing slightly at his accusations. His great maw opened again as his words poured forth without the use of lips. The dragons flew about him, crying out loudly as they took off and lit amongst his horns. Many pairs of eyes stared down at the Wild God curiously.

"Crimes ?" thundered the Dragon, his voice level " Do not presume to pass judgement upon me, Little Brother." he said " It was thee that abandoned thy charge and allowed fire to ravage and destroy unchecked. The blame for the loss of thy precious realm falls upon thy shoulders alone. I fulfill the purpose tasked to me by the All-Father and it is to him that I answer, not to thee nor anyone else." he said, turning to move around the God, his steps bringing forth new flames.

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((Edited to include Njin.))

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

Njin

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

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(Double post. Oops)

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Acanthus

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

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

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

Nebious

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

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


Xin and Whisrul

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

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

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

Whisrul nodded, but said nothing more.

Fen

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

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

Sinclaire

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

Laoradah

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

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

Yldrich

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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Korterra


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

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

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

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

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

Skyn

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

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

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