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Mathias

The God of Justice and Civilization

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

Description

God Name: Mathias
Creed: "I am the one who brings progression to the unchanged wild. I am the one who creates the laws that will tame the untamed. I am the one that enforces order to combat the chaos. He who governs the governments. I am an advocate of technology, a captain of industry, I am Civilization."
Title: The Legislator, The Spear of Justice, The Leader of Leaders, The Divine Judge.
Gender: Male
Alignment: Lawful Good
God Appearance:
Mathias appears as a tall man with broad shoulders, and strong arms. His hair is long and brown and always looks well groomed and straight. He has bright, amber eyes that burn with righteousness. He is always adorned in shinning armor that looks to be impenetrable and carries a long spear that is sharper than any blade.
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An unique entity accidentally created when the All-Father punished the Corruptor. This was the first act of justice committed and therefor Justice was born. When the All-Father decided to leave, it threatened Justice's survival and the only way he could continue was to latch himself upon a Divine Seed. In his careful choosing Justice attached himself to the seed that would be Mathias, forgoing his own earthly body. Now incorporeal his only way to show his presence is when he decides to possess Mathias. When he does this however he assumes his original form. It's only goal is to protect the peace, a tenuous balance between order and chaos.

Personality: Mathias is protective and straight-forward. Very no-nonsense and he makes very few mistakes. Determined and brave he will face any darkness all in the name of order and civilization. Revered amongst Rulers, architects, judges, politicians, and pioneers, each look to Mathias for guidance and inspiration to create laws and cities. He is also favored heavily with inventors who use him to gain ideas to create machinery and such to progress humanity. Also warriors may favor Mathias who respect his judgement and strong sense of honor and duty. Often they will use the name of Justice to combat wicked villains and instigators of chaos. Mathias opposes the wilderness and tradition, in favor of progression and technology. He finds that Humans are destined to grow and must claim the land as their own, and make the land fit for habitation. To build and advance is his mantra. His main enemy is Chaos.
Opinion of mortals: At first he found mortals to be too primitive but he decided to give them a chance. Seeing how well they adapted to reasoning and understanding, he became fond of them. He enjoys their sense of ingenuity and resilience and often is eager to teach them the ways of community and law. The greatest joy however, is seeing them build vast empires and advance in their understanding and technology.
God's territory: His power is often associated with cities, towns, any place of mass population. Also he has control over governments and laws and places of law.
Portfolios Governed: Justice, Civilization
Symbol(s): Thanks to his use of a spear in battle, people often associate the spear as a symbol of justice.

Equipment

-Wears strong and thick armor that covers nearly his entire body.
-Wields a mighty spear named Raguel.

So begins...

Mathias's Story

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Mathias awoken to see, smell, hear, and touch for the first time. He was unsure of the world around him as he moved about the trees and heard the sound of nature. Mathias soon saw small creatures running about eating upon the greenery and climbing up trees. He wasn't sure what they were but they did their best to ignore Mathias. When he came to close they would scurry off and hide in trees and bushes. Mathias continued his walk and saw more of the same thing. Trees, animals, plants, and nothing else. Sure it was peaceful no doubt but Mathias felt confused. He wasn't sure if he should enjoy it or discard it. The worse of feelings he was receiving was that of belonging. He felt a great pressure well up in his chest as he viewed the world around him. He felt alone in the woods and wished to be else where. Mathias continued to move trying to see an end to the forest as he soon came upon an open field. Mathias stepped out of the woods to see vast stretches of land and immediately the pressure decreased. Mathias felt a little more comfortable being out of the woods but he still had the sense of belonging. Mathias walked into the plains and felt lost as he viewed the world. The land was populated with forestry and where it was not there were plains but the biggest thing Mathias noticed was emptiness. Aside from the creatures that lived on the land there was nothing else.

Understanding the emptiness Mathias longed for more. What more could their be though? Even if he entered all of the forests and all of the plains he found nothing satisfying. Mathias continued to wander until he found a tall structure in the distance. It was a huge piece of earth that jutted from the land and came to a point. Mathias felt alleviated to see a new sight as he walked closer to the structure. It was larger than anything else he's seen and it appears to be very proud and majestic. Mathias liked the piece of earth but still hasn't fulfilled his desires. There was more that should be but what? Mathias pondered at his dilemma as he moved away from the mountain.

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Mathias stared into the palms of his own hands as if searching from some hidden words. His mind was focused on curing his loneliness and emptiness he felt in this world until a roar shook the land. Mathias quickly turned towards the direction of the horrible sound. It's owner he felt was nothing more than a mass of rage and aggression. Painful as it was it sought to deliver pain upon others and strangely, Mathias felt connected to it. The connection however was still undefined. Mathias felt a new emotion as he felt drawn to investigate the roar as to a means to make sure pain doesn't occur. He wasn't quite sure about but despite doubt he walked towards the direction the roar came from. Mathias felt determined to find this source of rage and chaos, but what would he do when he arrived was still to be decided. As he made his way towards the origin of the roar he was soon to be halted by a mysterious figure.

The creature itself was completely black and had no facial features. The only thing notable about was the strange aura of power emanating from the creature. Soon Mathias would hear a voice. "My Lord, I am one of the Prachians and I was sent to give you a message." The voice spoke.Mathias looked at the creature and understood the voice was indeed created by this, Prachian. Mathias stared at it intently and then gave a single nod to the creature allowing it to continue speaking.

"My Lord I was sent by my creator to give you the message that he would like to meet you." "I shall impart the whereabouts of his current location." The Prachian spoke as he telepathically sent him an image of an Old Man on a stump further behind Mathias. Mathias saw the image fade as he knew exactly where the old man is in this world. "I hope you will meet him soon as for now I must leave to continue my task." With that the Prachian left nearly instantaneously disappearing from Mathias' sight.

Mathias now felt torn from this new development. Mathias oh so desires to learn more about where he is and what he is doing here from the Old Man who is undoubtedly wise. Perhaps, he can even reveal a purpose for him but the roar still weighed heavily on his mind. He felt a need to still discover the roar but at the same time his questions could be answered. What should he do? Mathias conflicted look back and forth, form the point where the Old Man is and the general direction the roar originated. Mathias reached a compromise, while the roar should still be a priority perhaps the Old Man could give him information on both the roar and issues concerning himself. Mathias reluctantly turned around and headed for the location the Prachian showed him.

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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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Character Portrait: Acanthus Character Portrait: Cragin Character Portrait: Lyandra Character Portrait: Mathias Character Portrait: Kreios

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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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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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Mathias began to circle the mountain as he arrived around the other side. While examining the mountainside he sensed something, a certain twinge as he immediately shot a glance up to the sky. Something was going on up higher and Mathias was curious as to what it was. Seeing no defined path Mathias decided to scale the mountain. Mathias hoisted himself upon protruding crevices as he began to climb up higher and higher. The air began to grow colder and soon began to deplete the higher Mathias climbed. He began to feel some sort of strain as he felt weaker, the longer he decided to scale this mountain. His vision began to fade as his breathing became irregular and soon his hands began to shake.

What is going on? Mathias thought to himself. He stared up to the sky as the wind was freezing and biting, he then began to shiver. He felt so weak but...he had to see the summit, he just had to. Using pure conviction he pushed himself higher and higher as he rose above the clouds. The air was thin, and every breath Mathias made it felt as if even more air was escaping than gaining. His vision became blurred as shapes and colors blended and melded. This made it incredibly difficult to climb any further. How could he if he could not see what was clearly in front of him? Mathias decided to use his sense of touch as he carefully placed a hand over the next ledge. His ascent was much more slower than earlier but the difficulty didn't lessen. Mathias reached greater heights as the summit would soon come in close proximity but even with the end nearing his body grew incredibly heavy. He felt great weakness as his body became numb and limp and his vision was all but gone.

"D-damn..." Mathias blurted out as he slipped. Mathias fell as he felt all consciousness slip before him. Despite the rapid decent back to earth, everything seemed calm to Mathias. Mathias soon entered into a slumber as he began to dream. His dreams however brought forth interesting images. He envisioned a bright land filled with marvelous architecture as the sun shown brightly over what seemed to be a cloud-like environment. His mind entered a stoned courtyard decorated with fountains, bushes, and marble pillars. It was beautiful, he entered a domed building and within a round room with high walls. At the top of the walls were exactly twenty-six seats. They were gathered in a circle looking down upon a table. The table itself had an other-worldly glow radiating from it. The table sprouted a translucent image of a round mass, what it was he did not know. It showed areas of land and...water? Yes, it was some sort of geographical device. Mathias could barely see figures sitting upon the chairs. What or who these figures are is unknown to him but as it soon faded away Mathias gained another vision. He imagined great, vast amounts of beings all with beautiful wings like Lyandra's, but outfitted with armor that looks like his. Some of them carried spears like his and some with other items he had not seen but they too were made of a similar material. As this vision soon faded Mathias snapped awake.

Realizing he was still falling Mathias drew his spear, and with power he had not used, willed the spear to grow as it elongated and pierced the mountain side. Mathias hanging upon the spear he looked down below, he must have fallen more than half way down as the ground became visible. Mathias looked back up the summit, renewed with determination Mathias furrowed his eyebrows and began to climb once more. Mathias would not be stopped, he will conquer this mountain, he will triumph. Facing the same strain once again, the trek was perilous but after much time he managed to reach the summit. What he found, was unbelievable. He entered a majestic hall, it was luxurious and the warmth was oh so comforting. He slouched about the hallway as fatigue was about to over take him once again, but he could not help but reach the center. There he found a long table accompanied by many chairs. He placed, the now normal length, spear upon the table as Mathias dropped to the ground with a loud thud. Mathias had finally passed out next to the table.

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It's been a few hours from the time Mathias collapsed to the time Cragin entered the hall. Mathias' eyes opened as he slowly stood to his feet. He rubbed his head briskly as if one had grass stuck in it. He turned to see Cragin standing only a few feet from him. Mathias stood there silently for the longest time as if trying to analyze Cragin until he finally spoke. "Came to investigate this place as well?" Mathias lightly asked trying to break the ice. "I noticed something happening upon the top of this mountain, I am particularly fond of this mountain and I had to see what the occurrence was." Mathias continued to speak. "It seems someone was very busy and I believe I know who it could be." Mathias then paused as he took the spear off the table and holstered it to his back once again.

Mathias wandered the hall, still listening to Cragin if he chooses to speak. If he doesn't then it wouldn't be a loss, it's not like Mathias cares if Cragin decides not too. Although it would be rude on his part it's not something Mathias will argue over, then it will be a waste of both their times. Mathias was impressed with the design as he finished his walk around of the table as he came up to Cragin once more. "I found passage ways to other rooms of this great place." "I believe I saw something more inside that one over there." Mathias pointed to the room where he caught a glimpse of bookshelves. "I assume your looking for the architect of this place as am I." Mathias looked towards Cragin. "Shall we proceed?" Mathias asked if Cragin wished to accompany him. Sure, he didn't feel all that comfortable around Cragin but he shall be willing to make a consensus with him. Might as well appear friendly before one turns hostile. Whether or not Cragin would come, Mathias must still see who he is guessing to be Acanthus, inside that room. His visions have stirred him and he would like to know more on what he saw. He really hoped Acanthus could answer those burning questions he himself provided in his unconscious state.

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"Excellent." Mathias responded. As he walked ahead of Cragin towards the great library. The image of him twirling the branch still vivid in his mind. He wasn't sure if that was Cragin's weapon of choice, it seemed a little low-tech but he did wield it gracefully. It almost reminded him of his sudden movements with his spear when Trelàs appeared. If anything it proved how capable of a fighter Cragin could be. If it ever came down to a skirmish between them, there is no telling what damage could be caused. Still Cragin's frame isn't as impressive as Mathias'. Sure Cragin is well-built, athletic, lean, but compared to Mathias he has considerable height and muscle over the more compact God. Perhaps thats what it's meant to be. Cragin is lean and quiet while Mathias is bulkier and vocal. Two opposites, thats how it appears to Mathias but even though it's Cragin, he is not like Trelàs or Kreios.

Mathias entered the great library not checking to see if Cragin was still following him. He just assumed he would. Mathias stared at the vast rows of books as he wondered what they are. It's the first time he has seen anything like this and he wondered what function it serves. Even with his sight seeing Mathias did not halt as he continued to enter deeper within the room. Eventually Mathias walked underneath a balcony and came upon a room with a fireplace and a set of two symmetrical spiral staircases. He looked at both and then to Cragin. "It would seem he walked up one of these...circling planks that leads up to a higher room." Mathias commented as he walked to one of them. "Just in case they lead to different areas I'll ascend one set and you can ascend the other." "If one of us finds something or nothing then we'll meet back here." "Unless you wish to ascend one set together of course." Mathias spoke as he stood next to the staircase on the left. Mathias had a feeling that Acanthus was up this set but it's better know the truth than just assuming. Mathias awaited to hear what Cragin wishes to do.

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The silence of the library was disturbed by visitors. Acanthus was roused as the two rounded the spiral staircases in front of him. He closed the Tome, signaling the end of his work on magic, until such time as he would have to return and continue his work. He looked at the visitors.

"Mathias! Cragin!" Acanthus said with joy. "Welcome to Hléradr, the shelter of the gods. I haven't been expecting guests just yet, or I would have prepared a feast." He motioned towards the rest of the library. "This is my room, as you can see. You can stay here if you wish, but you both have your own rooms in the hall, as do all of the others. I have even prepared for new arrivals, even of gods who have not yet been born." He looked at the two calmly. "Would you like a tour?"

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Mathias walked up the right staircase and before he could move further footsteps echoed from down the room. It wasn't Cragin but it was Acanthus himself. Once again a bright smiled appeared on his face as he was over-joyed to see us once again. Acanthus began to speak very excitedly over what he has accomplished and Mathias would be as well. It certainly is an accomplishment, very beautiful, very majestic, and very strangely inspirational. In fact this "Hléradr" was the only place Mathias felt comfortable at all in the whole world. It was strange, even with vast forests and expansive stretches of land he much preferred this single construction. He was much intrigued by finding his own world, if Acanthus' room was this grand then perhaps his is just as well. But before he became distracted Acanthus asked them both a question and Mathias looked towards the elder god as he asked about a tour.

"Oh I must apologize." Mathias spoke up. "Although having a tour of Hléradr sounds fine, I'm afraid both I and Cragin have come looking for answers." Mathias spoke make light hand gestures. "Anyway I'll go first." "Originally I noticed something strange happening to this mountain and decided to investigate." "After a long climb I must have passed out some where along the way and I saw something, something I have never seen before." "The experience itself was unlike any other I've had and it left me confused." Mathias explained his dilemma. "After I awoken, I stopped myself from falling further and resumed the climb once again." "What I saw during that period was...odd...I saw a construction something not natural like this building and a table in the middle of a round room." "I saw figures high above and from their it took a new direction, I saw vast rows of armored figures with wings like Lyandra's." Mathias paused for a moment as he furrowed his eyebrows. "When I reached the summit I passed out near the table in the hall and," Mathias paused once more , "I was visited by another vision and," Mathias paused and looked at Cragin and then backed to Acanthus, "Well if you don't mind I would like to speak of that later." Mathias suddenly backing out of his tale. Mathias awaited to hear what Acanthus made of it.

"So if you wouldn't mind me asking, what do you make of it?" Mathias asked. Before he heard Acanthus answer he sensed something else. A strange presence...something....unpredictable...it made him uneasy. Mathias decided to hide his discomfort he didn't want to disturb either of the Gods but perhaps they already sense it as well? If it is an enemy then Mathias is prepared to meet him, perhaps he will go quietly? Mathias mentally prepared himself nevertheless.

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Cragin would resolve himself to listen, crossing his arms over his chest and setting his gaze upon Acanthus. He was happy to say the least, to see the wise man happy, over joyed. And Mathias seemed overwhelmed as well. Like a young pup appealing to his father. You know that it comes from admiration and trust, but it seemed beyond that and for the first time, Cragin was taken aback by the draw of these Gods. His ears would perk at a sound that was vague, ringing out somewhere in the Hall. He would look down a moment as if challenging himself to leave, his focus distinct. He sensed that his werewolves were still following a potential corrupter of the wilds and he sensed a danger only beside him. And perhaps this man's curt look and resolution to with hold his latest 'vision' was an act of distrust. He wasn't offended, though he didn't see how the man would care.

"Thank you, for the offer." Cragin would look about a moment before continuing. "It appears you've already answered my question, and I thank you for that as well." He was slowly losing grasp and flashes of Kreios and the abomination obstructed his vision. He would look to Mathias and give him a nod, and then to Acanthus giving a small wave before his focus faded and returned in a different place. With an explosion of pale green light his physical form would be vaporized, reappearing before the child-like God.

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Craigin and Mathias greeted Acanthus and he was pleased that they had arrived. He nodded at Craigin when he thanked him and then let Mathias tell his story.

Acanthus listened intently to Mathias' vision. The strange creatures and constructions interested him greatly. He pondered the meaning of this, nodding throughout the short speech. When the younger god had finished, Craigin vanished without a word and though Acanthus was sad to see him go so soon, though he knew he would see him again soon enough. He turned to Mathias, eager to hear what else the younger god would say before he would try to perceive the meaning of the vision.

However, before they could continue the conversation, a large claw struck through the roof, distorting the view of the stars that had been displayed there. The claw retracted and Acanthus waved his arm, repairing the damage with a flick of his wrist. He turned towards Mathias.

"Yes, lets complete this talk later on. For now, let us greet this guest and see what new knowledge and wisdom it has to offer us. If that if alright with you."

He walked down the stairs and out of the door, through the main hall, and outside into a blizzard. He cast a spell of enduring elements onto himself and Mathias and then walked around the Hall so that he might see what had torn a rend through the great Hléradr, though he felt the familiar twinge that came with kinship. What he saw was an amazing sight indeed.

A young god sat outside, its flesh red and steaming in the cold. It had no real face, it seemed to be mostly teeth.

"Hail," Acanthus said, over the blizzard. "Perhaps you should come inside through the door, instead of the wall."

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Mathias followed Acanthus to the entrance, prepared to meet whatever has arrived. He didn't like the feeling he was receiving and almost wished Cragin still remained. He certainly could have used such a nimble ally if it were hostile, but Acanthus will suffice. When they reached the entrance Mathias saw a dreadful beast. It was large and red-skinned, in fact it's skin was more of an armored casing. It also had a huge mouth with rows of sharp teeth and Mathias was surprised Acanthus was welcoming such a thing. Mathias bent his head towards Acanthus' ear and whisperers, "You sure it wise to welcome such an aberration?" "It looks like something from Kreios and it has a foul smell on it's breath." Mathias surmised as he looked at it. He wasn't sure if this was a god as well. At least Trelàs had a facial appearance despite his grotesque extremities. Before Mathias could voice his opinion further the red creature wandered in and made itself comfortable. It seemed to stare at them for a long time as if trying to guess what they were. Mathias didn't see any eyes, how could it look towards them without it? "I think letting it in here was a mistake...it's not even..." Mathias cut himself off as he saw it transform.

Much like Kreios and Trelàs it was shifting it's form and no matter how many times he's seen it, it still disturbed him. He saw the creature resembling a frame much like his and Acanthus', apparently it wished to look like them. As Mathias watched it assumed a form similar to there's but with notable differences. After it finished it continued to tilt it's head towards them, still looking at them. "Uh, dismiss what I was about to say." Mathias quickly spoke as he watched it. Mathias wanted to know what it wanted or even what it was. Was it a monster or a God? Mathias decided to speak towards it. "Greetings...I am Mathias...and I am a God...", Mathias paused, "What matter of being say you?" Mathias asked morphed creature, hoping it could speak otherwise Mathias is wasting his breath.

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Sanguine

Sanguine could feel the more reasonable and apparent feel this body gave it, the ability to stand firmly on two legs was a better method then that of constantly switching between that and four. But the way it perceved the world now had changed as well with the addition of better eyes and the influx of color was more then enough to peek a certain interest within the young God.

Out of nowhere though Sanguine heard another voice and the image of another God approaching it, this one looked more formidable in terms of body then the other and a certain amount of unease could be seen dancing across his face.

"Greetings...I am Mathias...and I am a God..."
"What matter of being say you?"

It was obvious now that this one was introducing himself to Sanguine in some fashion and then asked what Sanguine was in return. Which caught Sanguine off guard, that was a question that itself had yet to even begun to understand.
~God?~ Sanguine thought.. If that was what this new person was and they both where like it in some way then the idea that came to mind that Sanguine must be one as well.

Sanguine looked down at its own hands and body realizing that itself was something in that nature, the realization filled itself was such a fascination emotion as it wanted to speak and share its joy. Sanguine reached up with its hand and began to trace a line across its face with one of the clawed fingers, this caused a fissure to form and shallow out which soon became a new mouth for the young God. Even though the new orifice was not as beastly as before, many of the jagged pieces of teeth remained as this was actually the only way Sanguine remembered for this body part.

Once again Sanguine could tasted the air and inhale new scents from all around, only for it to open its new mouth and speak with words it never knew it could use.

"A.. God?" The voice that echoed out from Sanguine's lips was unknown to it, a mixture of low toned voices that sang from both sex's. It seemed that the Gods nature was only really definable from its own speech and that no matter how much Sanguine tried it could not alter the voice to just one, or even more simply to match that of Mathias or the other God.

Sanguine pressed both hands against its own chest as if to gesture towards itself.. "Then so.. am I"

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The creature, which Acanthus had felt was a god, leapt up and entered Hléradr without problem. Thus, Acanthus was sure that it was his brethren for only gods could enter this sacred and holy place. This was a sanctuary and meeting place made solely for the purpose of housing all of seeds of divinity on the mortal realm when they were birthed. Mathias had been whispering about the wisdom of his actions but all Acanthus would say to the younger god’s counsels was, “Be patient.”

Then the creature began to change, it grew hair and straightened its stance, its skin became more like Acanthus’ and Mathias’. It did not seem to be able to take on a specific gender. Even its voice was the combination of both genders and sounded more like one of Acanthus’ messengers. It grew clothes and stood before them, having mimicked their forms while still holding on to aspects of its own.

“Better.” It said slowly though no mouth could be seen.

Mathias’ whispers stopped, "Uh, dismiss what I was about to say," and Acanthus simply nodded. He could feel no real malice from the genderless god. Mathias, however, was not one to simply let his guard down. He approached the other god cautiously and introduced himself.

The other raised its hand and opened a new mouth for itself. "A.. God?" it said slowly, as if coming to a realization, "Then so.. am I."

Acanthus nodded in assent, pleased to see it come to this realization on its own. “Of course you are, this hall is made for gods. None other may enter. I am Acanthus. May we know your name, so that we might be properly introduced?”

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Mathias looked at the creature who apparent is a god as well. He didn't think it true but from hearing what Acanthus speaks of then, it must be true. Mathias looked at the creature and began to slowly release the tension in his body, even though he still has suspicion in his eyes. Mathias' countenance changed when he looked over at Acanthus, he looked ashamed as he turned to him with an apologetic gaze. "I apologize for questioning you wisdom, Acanthus." "I did not mean to question what you thought as truth." "I was only skeptical of the creature, who is a god that stands before me." Mathias said as he turned to the new god. "I also apologize for questioning your identity as well, red god." Mathias slightly bowed his head towards the genderless god. "I only ask you both forgive my impetuousness." Mathias spoke respectively and humbly as he bowed to both.

Mathias looked towards the creature, still with curiosity. He still wonders who it is, even though it's a god it's still a mystery to him. What is it's origin? It must be born from a Divine Seed but what purpose does it serve? What is it's nature and how does it act? So far it seems confused and curious as well. It looks with eagerness and interest in it's surroundings. It wants to learn more and well, the god did arrive at the right place to do so. Acanthus could bring it into the fold with his knowledge as he did with himself and his other siblings. Yet, Mathias was also interested in knowing of it's name. It would be more comfortable for him if he could call his mimicking sibling a name. "Yes, I too am interesting in hearing your name." "It would be a great pleasure to hear it, if you mind that is." Mathias spoke as he waited to hear it's name.

Besides the god in front of them, Mathias slightly notices some other interactions beyond them. One of them was definitely Cragin, he could sense a similar disturbance with in him as he had with Trelàs. Someone has upset him greatly and he didn't know for sure but he has his suspicions. Just as the world changed a new presence could be lightly felt. Mathias has no knowledge on who or what has arrived but it didn't ignite any alarms from within him. So in effect Mathias' allowed the presence to slip from his mind, not giving it much thought.

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Sanguine

Sanguine stood before the two new God that looked upon it and could feel a small link of spirit between them, almost as if it had known them before for far more then spoken. The two began to discuss something between them but Sanguine was lost for the time being in a daze of how different the place was on the inside and how well it was made. Every nook and cranny was overtaken with light and there was not a dark corner in the whole of the building, the floor and walls gave off almost a polished feeling as one gaze upon them and Sanguine was in a state of rapture just learning of this new location.

That was until the two Gods spoke back to Sanguine which instantly caught its attention, strangely enough they wanted to know of the young gods name and that was a shock for it to even comprehend.
After all this time of being in existence had never even contemplated such a thing.. "Name?..." the slight question shot back from behind its teeth.

It was something that only drove on the young God to question more inside its own mind and for some reason words could be felt budding into life from within. The god took the fingers on its right hand and began to slide them together gather some of its own red liquid flesh between and pushing it around amongst its fingertips.

A moment of intense thought began to run though its mind as words of mixed voices began to bubble forth from within, each with its own passion and question of being..
"Blood..."
"...Flesh.."
"...Life..."


The God could not halt on one word and several others began to echo out from under the ones before as it there was an entire village inside its mouth and each resident where calling out for someone to answer.
That was until one word came to mind.. "Sanguine..." the word ended with a inept draw for air as if the whole of its body took a gasp of breath. That word was something unusual to the young God and strangely familiar as well. Elegant in nature but underlying macabre as well.

The young God took a step towards the two others and asserted itself in this new light "Yes... I am Sanguine" this one moment the voices spoke, unified in a massive word of recognition. "I am Sanguine and I wish to experience all this world has to offer.." This was Sanguine's claim to being and statement of justification for existence.

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Acanthus nodded, accepting Mathias' apologies. "There was no harm done, I am sure." He looked back towards the red god, waiting for its response. It seemed to be pondering the question itself.

"Blood..."
"...Flesh.."
"...Life..."

The creature was describing itself presumably. Perhaps it was searching for the right word to name itself with. Acanthus absorbed the knowledge that it seemed to be more than one and yet completely one at the same time and stored that for future contemplation.

"Sanguine..."

Acanthus gasped at the name. It dripped of passion and lust for life that he had never felt throughout the many eons he had spent alone in the world.

"Yes... I am Sanguine... I am Sanguine and I wish to experience all this world has to offer.." Acanthus felt the name and knew true desire. The power of a god's name was indeed complex and almost overwhelming. This one was no different.

After the initial power of the name passed over him, Acanthus looked at the new god. "Sanguine," He said, letting the name roll from his tongue, "It is a pleasure to meet you. I welcome you as my kin to Hléradr and to this world.

He turned to Mathias, and motioned to the both of them. "Would you like a tour? I am quite sure I have rooms perfect for the both of you."

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Mathias nodded in acknowledgement of Sanguine's name, even though he found it odd on how it discovered it's name. Mathias stood there as he processed what Sanguine said. It wishes to experience all the world has to offer and rather assertively so. I suppose anyone would like to discover new things, especially if they have just begun to live. Once again Acanthus seemed affected by the hearing of one's name. He noticed it back in the clearing and now here on Hléradr, while the name invoked some thought it didn't affect him so greatly. Either way Mathias was content to call it something else besides it or god or whatever word based on description. Mathias looked towards Acanthus as he asked if he and Sanguine would like a tour. While Mathias still very much wished to speak of his visions and what Acanthus interprets them he decided to graciously accept his offer.

"Yes, I shall welcome the opportunity to take a tour." Mathias spoke as he looked towards Sanguine. He assumed Sanguine would like to experience the tour and find a room of it's own, like Acanthus. Mathias remembered how grand Acanthus' room was. He wondered if his room would be similar? There was only one way to find out. Before he would proceed he noticed another flicker of power. Someone else has entered this world but whoever it was also didn't pose any intense signals like the other flicker earlier. Perhaps the string of rather chaotic gods has come to an end? Mathias hoped that to be the case, already his mind would retract to the intense feeling he had felt from a few of the gods in existence. Mathias wished to assess the threats present before moving on to new ones and he was grateful it seemed to be only the few. Then Mathias noticed some more disturbances coming from one of the new ones. A clash somewhere...he could gain details but it has something to do with a corrupted force. Not Kreios himself but something he made.

Before he thinking more about he decided to keep his focus on this tour they are about to take. If something dreadful comes up then Mathias couldn't help but feel obligated to intervene. "So when ever you and Sanguine are prepared to commence the tour, I shall follow." Mathias spoke looking towards Acanthus and Sanguine as he slightly bowed in confirmation.

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Acanthus led them to the table. "Here I envision all of us, brothers and sisters, dining together in perfect peace and harmony. What could be better than a grand feast with all of the gods together?" He smiled imagining that future time. Then he snapped out of his reverie. "Onward then." On either side of the Great Room were hallways. He went into one of the hallways and turned to the others. He pointed in both directions at the long rows upon rows of doors with empty name plaques. "Feel free to pick any room, that one will be yours to keep forever. Think of this place as your home away from home, wherever that might be."

He grinned, knowing that the rooms would shape themselves to fit the exact liking of the two gods. He was glad to give them this surprise, and he was a bit proud that he had thought of such an ingenious way to give any god he met exactly what they might want. "Hurry and pick!" He said, prompting them into decision. He had to admit, he was quite interested in whatever their rooms might become. He had ideas about what they might be, but really it was all up to their subconscious minds to form the rooms into whatever they might.

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Sanguine chose its door and the door changed instantly. It grew what looked like bones and the color of the door changed to crimson. It was an interesting sight to behold, and odd because Acanthus’ door looked exactly as it had when he created the hallway. Even after the insides had changed the door had remained the same. “Perhaps that is because that’s just the way that I like it.” He chuckled to himself. Without even opening its door the red god seemed to know what was inside and it seemed to be delighted. When it did open the door, Acanthus heard strange noises coming from inside. Sanguine seemed pleased, however, so Acanthus was gladdened. Acanthus smiled. "Mathias," He said, "You should-"

He was interrupted by three knocks at the door outside. They were so light he was surprised that he heard them at all. “-Excuse me, my friend. You may choose a door at any time. I wonder who that might be…”

Acanthus walked into the main hall and was greeted by a large volume of water. He stood dripping wet before new guests. The Prachian was slowly dissolving and Acanthus shook his head. “You should know better than to enter this place foolish Prachian. It is too much for your kind to handle.” He waved his hand and sent it away from the hall. As it was sent he regenerated its form with a healing spell.

A new god stood before him. This one was also soaking wet, but it seemed to Acanthus that being in the open air was what was really new for this god. “Greetings brother.” Acanthus said. He clapped his hands and a large wind dried him off. “My name is Acanthus, welcome to Hléradr. Were you the one who knocked? Ah but of course not. You must have come,” Here he sniffed the air, “from the sea yes? And the Prachian transported you straight here. Maybe it was not as foolish as I had thought. At any rate…” He raised his hand and beckoned to the doors. They flew open and a young and beautiful goddess came into view.

She did not have the sharp and feminine beauty of Lyandra, instead this goddess was beautiful in a more innocent way. She seemed a very gentle heart indeed. “Ah, welcome sister. Please come in.”

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Darkness. Panic and fear. Where is the light? ...where is the light?

Deeper darkness, and all thought is gone.

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wandering

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Brothers and sisters! Help me in this!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

((Sorry for the short post.))

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Wandering

Miurcrost wasn't new to the concept of pain, all feet get sore if you walk on them long enough. But the kind of blindingly-intense pain that shot through his entire nervous system was a new -if unwelcome- sensation. He'd have preferred to lay on the ground for a few minutes longer, wait for the pain to go away, but he knew that something was amiss when the room flooded with water, mud, and screaming. He believed he'd heard something about portals and the necessity thereof. A phrase flared through his mind that was both new and sensible.
Ask, and ye shall receive
And receive they did. With what bit of focus he could muster whilst being washed about the room like a rat circling the drain, he opened as many portals as he could on the floor, feeding into an equal number on the ceiling, which all led to an output portal on the far wall, directly facing the preexisting wound in the fabric of space-time. He did his best to aim one beneath the feet of the large, rather violent-looking individual and the infantile squishy thing. Hopefully that effort would calm them down, and allow him to get some peace and quiet.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Nylia

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Jute

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

"Jute"

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

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

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

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Trelàs stopped playing his flute when heard the praise of his creations, at least in his ears sounded like a praise the words that came out of the mouth of the until that moment unknown goddess, the God of madness did a backflip, spinned over his right foot and bowed in the presence of the goddess "I made them myself with my own hands, are called Senri and they were born for the sake of the melodies, or so I told them," Trelàs began to laughing graciously and went back to play his instrument while the Wise answered his call for help and a couple of new Gods completely ignored his existence, Trelàs also chose to ignore them from now on.

The God of music waited for the reply of the bearded God of the Spear or some other god with the ability to help him in his dilemma, waiting for the Senri to learn by themselves would be boring and potentially dangerous to their survival, whereas Trelàs could choose delete them from the face of the earth if he lost all interest in them in the short term, they could also fall victim of Amentia, the first creation of the God of Madness had violent behavior unless he hear good music but as his creator the melodies he liked varied enormously in the short term.

"I still don't introduce myself" he said looking at the goddess of fire and metal who called herself Foteea "I'm Trelàs, God of Light and the Sea" paused while returning to his true and grotesque form, that presentation didn't sound quite right, he really didn't feel like the God of Light and the Sea in that moment "I'm Trelàs God of Madness and Music" that sounded better, a crocked smile appeared on his face as he watched Foteea who now had a face.

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

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

Jute

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

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

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

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

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

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

"To battle then!"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Well met sister!"

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

"A toast then, to family."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Acanthus

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

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

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

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

Sinclaire, Yldrich, and Fen

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

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

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

Jute

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

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

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

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Mathias' head throbbed, as if vibrations were radiating from within. The disturbance was now bearable but it still consumed all the entirety of his attention. Even with everyone speaking and the considerable loudness from the muscular god couldn't detract him from what was happening within. When everyone went their separate ways all he could hear was the word watch, watch, watch. Mathias decided to follow Acanthus into his library. Mathias took the familiar path where he and Cragin first found him as he approached the spiral staircase. Then a huge throb vibrated making Mathias halt. No. It spoke. "Who's there!?" Mathias shouted obviously frustrated. Yet, there was no answer and Mathias ascended the stair well. He had to see Acanthus. When he reached the balcony he called out to him. "Acanthus!" "I must seek your counsel!" Mathias called as he wandered about the hallways.

Mathias could see he was busy and didn't wish to disturb him but he must hear him out. Something is stirring within him and he must know what it is. Mathias decided to stand still as he waited patiently for Acanthus to see him. As he waited he kept on hearing no, no, no. Mathias shook his head to dismiss the ringing in his ears.

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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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Mathias noticed Acanthus looking up to him as he spoke and he was glad he noticed him. Still his hands continued to work, obviously this job was very important to him. Yet, he did give himself some divided attention to Mathias as he spoke up. "To be perfectly honest Acanthus, I don't know." Mathias spoke with uncertainty. "I...I keep on hearing a voice," Mathias points to his head, "Ringing in my head." "And I keep on recounting those visions I mentioned before the Trial." "I don't understand what it all means." Mathias began to pant as if exhausted. "Do you know what it means?" Mathias paused again as he shook his head once again.

"These visions...they keep depicting a place with white, fluffy things on the ground and in the air." "I see marble hallways and cylindrical pillars and fountains and stone work." "Golden accessories to the buildings and many, many beings with wings like Lyandra's". "Some of them wear robes like yourself and others wear armor like myself." "They roam about this structure working, either by tables or with weapons." Mathias continued to explain as he had this most perplexed look upon his face. "I see this tower towards the back of rows of round, domed buildings." "It stretches higher than any of the buildings and within one makes their way up to the top to enter a room with a table in the center." "In the center of that table I see a sphere of something, something that I'm not sure how to describe." "I see figures sitting high above it as if watching it." "They all wear robes and some even have more than one set of wings." Mathias began to rub his head as it continued to throb.

"Then came the most perplexing vision." "I see a golden figure and it looks down to see...my kin...the area is dark and all I see is my kin being...watched by this golden figure." "Why it watches I don't know but what I do know is that beside it are rows of armored warriors all gathered in a formation." "They just stood their like rocks, unmoving, stationary, and then I see them coming from a bright place from high above." Mathias then staggered in his stance as he was hit by the largest throb yet. Leave. It spoke. "No!" "Who are you!?" "Why do you speak to me!?" Mathias called out only to receive silence. Mathias then looked towards Acanthus, "Please tell me hearing and seeing things are normal!" Mathias obviously worried about himself. He was nervous and apprehensive as he waited to hear what Acanthus thinks of this.

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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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Mathias shivered as he slowly nodded his head as he allowed Acanthus to place his hand on his head. When Acanthus did he would see a realm of beauty and tranquility. Clouds and fresh water cascaded and everything appeared heavenly and comforting. As the vision panned around you could tell that no place like this existed in the Middle Realm, and since the Inferno is a place of torment and evil this place could only possibly be the Upper Realm, Paradise. There was more to the land than just clouds and water as one could possibly tell since it is a whole other realm. Yet the focus wasn't on the vast stretches of Paradise no it was set to a group of buildings formed together. The buildings were made of white marble and such elegance was admirable. Many staircases and hallways littered the grounds, as did fountains and pillars. There were many domed buildings and standing magnificently towards the back was a high tower. On a ledge of towards it's right side was a spiraling bridge and towards it's end was a gazebo. Within the gazebo was a large bowl that had a brilliant blue flame burning endlessly within the bowl. As soon as Acanthus could gain a bird's eye view of the entire facility the vision would fade into darkness.

Who....Dares...?


A bodiless voice echoed from within the abyss of Mathias' sub-conscious. Soon a flash of golden light appeared before your eyes and with it a mighty blaze ravaged and soon it stretched. It stretched high until an explosion was made and an long, golden, cloak flowed down as face appeared from within. The face itself was golden and metallic, and emotionless. There was nothing but empty space where eyes would normally be located as it looked down at Acanthus. The rest of it's body seemed to form but there was much empty space were limbs should be, instead it seemed to be pure energy. Pure energy wearing golden armor. It looked down at Acanthus as it stood uncomfortably silent for awhile.

"Ah!" "It is you." "The Second Born." The being spoke with a monotonous echo. "I wonder who entered the realm of Mathias' subconscious." "It seems Mathias succeeded...I understand he is worried but fret not." "I am no foe of his." The being spoke never taking it's gaze off Acanthus. "You may be confused, but what you have seen is all that will be shown to you." "My Will is not for your eyes Seedling!" The being's voiced boomed with righteous fury. The weight of it alone felt like it could crush a mortal. It pointed with it's metallic finger very judgmentally at Acanthus. "You and all of the Seedlings may indeed have great power outside this body...but when you've entered here it is MY domain!" "I apologize for my abruptness...but after all you are trespassing." The being opened up it's palm. "I cast you out!" The being declared as a sudden shock wave disconnected Acanthus' magic from Mathias' head.

Even after all of that time Mathias was oblivious to the interaction between Acanthus and The Being. It was as if it shut down a part of Mathias' brain so that he himself could not inhibit upon any of it's doing. So when Mathias looked to Acanthus he asked, "Well did you see what I saw?"

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Sanguine

For some time Sanguine sat in front of that same door that Acanthus had offered as a home from whatever other home Sanguine had, and it was then that after several minutes of deliberate thought that Sanguine realized that it had no home. Being born on a vast mountainside made Sanguine realize that with its ever growing knowledge of the world that such a simplistic nature would not suffice to keep the young god entertained.

It was apparent however that Acanthus was a god who knew more then just what a fledgling god could know and so with the intent on asking a certain question Sanguine arose from its place in front of the door and began to seek out its older brother. The time Sanguine had been lost in its own mind things had transpired within the hall that Acanthus built.
There was another presence walking about or at least it was here at some point of a very powerful and very unstable god much like Sanguine itself.
But with some time moving about the immense halls and doorways Acanthus was once again spotted not far from where Sanguine and he first met. This time Sanguine could see another God a man of a grand size and covered in muscle, his dress was vastly different from any Sanguine had seen before as it was solid golds and greens many of which were pleasing to the eye.

However before Sanguine could close the distance Acanthus was lost around another wall and the search was on once more because this question burned deep within the back of Sanguine's mind. Pressing past the large golden man and doing its best not to collect the ire of any other god within the hall Sanguine was still searching endlessly for its older brother. The halls of this place went on forever almost and without no real sense of direction Sanguine was sure to lose more time trying to find Acanthus then actually succeeding in the measure.

That was until the familiar glint of silvery white caught Sanguine's eye.

It was Mathias, the other god that was with Acanthus the first time that the three even met.
Sanguine almost could have jumped out of its own skin with joy, and had it the inclination it most easily could do just that. But it was obvious what company Mathias was keeping at that moment and more excitement welled up within Sanguine as it happened upon some interaction between the two.

Acanthus bore a troubled look on his face as his hand pressed against the head of Mathias and for a moment the two where still. Sanguine took some time in closing the distance between them and for a moment contemplated interrupting the two in whatever it was that they were doing. But almost as quickly as his hand was placed upon the head of Mathias it was withdrawn back quickly.
"Well did you see what I saw?" Mathias asked of his brother.

Sanguine was calmly about breaking into the conversation at hand but it felt that it could only withhold some of its tongue.. "Forgive the interruption... but.. but I have a question."

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Acanthus

There were white robes among the many clouds of Paradise. Acanthus’ view shifted upward and he could only fall under the glory of the All Father. Such power and glory reigned down from the Higher One. He looked away from the blinding glory and back at the table. It was clear to him that these were not gods, but mortals or something near it.

Then Acanthus’ vision blurred, on the table he saw a Great War. The two sides, one a large army of darkness, the other seemed to be filled with all of the races of the gods. War spread throughout the land as the two forces fought. But none of the soldiers fell. Even as their limbs were ripped from their bodies, they would regrow and the fallen soldiers would fight again. Out of the maelstrom came the sound of newborns crying.

After that vision faded, he saw another god, or what seemed to be one. It named itself Justice and said that it would cause no harm to Mathias. The thing then proceeded to call Acanthus a ‘seedling’ as if it were somehow higher. While Acanthus agreed with the need for law, such rudeness was not appreciated.

Acanthus said nothing to Justice and released his grip on the magic that held him in the mind of his brother when the creature said to be gone. He shook his head slowly as Mathias asked if he had seen the same visions.

“I think not. But I did see much worth sharing. The creatures that sat at your round table? They were indeed created beings. Yours, I assume.” He stood at the sound of someone entering the Library. He continued more quietly. “Justice speaks, and it resides within you.”

As Sanguine approached closer, Acanthus sent off an answer to the Prachian who had sent him the vision. “I see war and pestilence. I see soldiers fall in battle only to rise again. This war will never end and the only winner seemed to be disease and the malice in the heats of the soldiers…” He paused as Sanguine said that it had a question.

“What is it you need child?” He asked politely.


Whisrul and Xin

They both bowed low towards the king. “We apologize for scaring your warriors.” Xin said calmly. “They do not seem to understand. We cannot communicate but in the thoughts of others.”

Whisrul popped in. “Yeah, it’s not like we have mouths or anything you know? Besides, I can’t read your thoughts or anything. This is just how we talk.”

Xin cocked its head at its partner. “Must you be so rash? We are in the presence of royalty.”

Whisrul laughed. “Royalty! Just last week I talked to a god! Why do we need to do anything special for other mortals like us?”

Xin smacked Whisrul on the back of its head again. “Fool! All you are going to do is compromise our mission! Silence yourself.”

Whisrul said no more but conjured a gallon of water above the head of Xin. It released the spell, sending the cascade right onto Xin’s back. Xin looked at Whisrul and conjured a flame, but in a burst of self-control it simply put the flame out and turned towards the king, completely ignoring Whisrul.


Fen

The werewolf seemed a bit surprised but Fen raised its hands in a peaceful gesture. “It’s great to meet you Njin! I’m Fen-oops! Silly me, I already said that. Anyways, I’m here for you! Well, not…just you but all of you. I mean all of you werewolves! And the Ossis of course. The Ossises? The Aussies?"

It looked around, noticing that Njin was, in fact, the only werewolf in the immediate vicinity. “Anyways...I’d like to help you, or teach you, or really just be with you all. I feel like that’s what I’m meant to do…You understand?”



Jute

The Child awoke upon luscious sands. She looked around and stretched, catching her bearings. Her heart told of a problem in her land in the Inferno, but she dismissed it as the ramblings of a corrupted child god. The sword told of new mortals and almost slicing into the flesh of a god. Almost, but not quite because its wielder had sheathed it and caressed the god instead.

Jute clenched her fists in disgust. If she wanted something done, she would have to do it herself. She began to walk in a random direction, wondering where she might go and what she might meet when up in the sky she saw flashes of bronze and gold. Metal mortals? She thought to herself. This is interesting.

She waved her arms at the flying creatures. “Hey! Down here!”

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Mathias slumped backwards against the wall, allowing Acanthus full view of Sanguine. Mathias looked distant and isolated as he stared off into nothingness. Mathias was trying his best to absorb the information Acanthus had revealed with him. He had no idea so much was going on within him. Justice? Justice lives within? It was almost too fantastic to believe another being survived within him but knowing who was in his mind placed him in a Pyrrhic relief. Still there was much he must know and before he could speak Justice did.

"Mathias..." it spoke.

"J-Justice?" Mathias numbly answered.

"Yes...it is I." "Acanthus The Wise, has unintentionally awoken me." "I already existed and although the delicate balance is in peril, it took one's close interaction with I to fully summon me."

"You must listen to me now Mathias." "Leave this room and enter your own there we shall make the foundations for the rest of the world." Justice spoke as it's voice faded.

Mathias' widened as he felt like he was in a stupor. So surreal this experience but he knew he must heed Justice's words. Mathias turned to Acanthus and Sanguine. "Excuse me my kin, I-I must leave for my quarters...good day." Mathias listlessly spoke as he bowed to both and left them to each other. Mathias exited the library and almost as if following a trail Mathias immediately entered a room. Once inside the entire walls, floors, and ceilings began to shift like waves on a beach. Soon the room emulated the architecture of his visions. Nice white, marble tile floors, with a golden trim. High stone walls with arches at the top of the very high ceiling. There were some pillars as well connecting the floor and the ceiling. The room was mostly white Greek style mixed with some Gothic features for the architecture of the room. In the center of a grouping of pillars is a fountain with a domed, stained glass ceiling looking down upon it. From the center were many narrower marble, tiled paths. Upon each side of the marble were, smooth cobblestone between the gold trim and the white walls.

"Go right Mathias and sit at the table, your work must be fulfilled." Justice spoke snapping Mathias out of his daze.

"Alright." Mathias responded as he turned right at the fountain.

Mathias wandered the long hallway until he entered a room with an table and chairs in the middle. The room was more darker colors than the rest of the room as a dark wooden table sat in the middle. The table had a red cloth covering it with a golden trim. The chairs were elongated at the back and short around the arms. The legs were at height with the table's. There were some bookshelves but nothing as extensive and grand as Acanthus'. Yet in the middle where three rather large books facing a fireplace.

"Sit." Justice calmly spoke. Mathias sat in front of the books. "Now we shall begin writing."

"Writing?" "Writing what?" Mathias asked.

"Why we are going to write Law." "Law of all sorts and interpretations." "Any and all Law for any and all to obey." "Pick up the first book in front of you." Mathias picked it up. He skimmed through it and found it empty. "Now take your spear-"

"My spear!?" Mathias interrupted confused.

"Yes, your spear hold it out, point facing the opposite direction of your body." Justice instructed as Mathias did as told. "Turn your head towards the spear and relax."

Mathias looked at the spear and then his eyes began to glow. A golden aura enveloped the spear as it became illuminated. Then it began to shrink faster and faster as it finally morphed into a pen. The spearhead was now a pen tip as the rest of the body was made thin. The glow in his eyes diminished as the aura evaporated into a smoke. Mathias eyes widened with astonishment as he looked at his spear turn pen.

"What happened?" Mathias asked.

"All I did was channel my energy to transform the spear into a pen." Justice explained.

"Can you do that again?" "With anything?" Mathias curiously asked.

"Sadly no, while my powers were once great...they have been considerably thinned." "I just cannot use my powers excessively or it could bring a great risk to me." Justice spoke with a hint of longing. "I survive though and that is all that matters." "I have you now to do what I cannot." Justice spoke his mood returning to it's indifferent state. "Now let us commence." Justice spoke as Mathias' eyes glowed again and the book open and Mathias began to write.

Similar to Acanthus' style he wrote without stopping but instead of using magic making the pen move on it's he controlled it. Yet, he didn't control it at the same time. Justice is slightly possessing his movements to vastly quicken the pace of his hand writing. The ink from the pen glowed with a golden light but the light quickly diminished with each new word as they were permanently etched on to the papers of the book. Mathias would lose concept of time and pace as Justice performed most of the work. Soon he would finish the first of three books, this one will be the Book of Law.

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After some time Mathias completed the Books of Socials and Governs in a similar fashion. While it felt like hours placing all of these ideals and concepts into literary form, the whole process took more like minutes. Still despite the rapid completion each book was carefully crafted as if one did take many years thinking upon it and writing. It sort of helps when one has an ancient being willing to do most of the work. Mathias' eyes returned to normal as he looked at three books. "Hm?" "What happened?" Mathias asked surprised that the books before him now had words.

"I have possessed your movements for a few moments." "I did it in order to hastily place the words of law and community, for your kin have started to create numerous species." Justice explained.

"So they are creating beings?" Mathias asked more for reassurance instead to be knowledgeable.

"Yes for that reason we must present to these Mortals that they have rules and regulations."

"Hm." "I suppose if intelligent, sentient beings are going to inhabit the Middle Realm it would be useful to lay down the Law." Mathias spoke as he sat up and scooped up all three books. He turned to the exit of his room,
Let us do our will." Mathias spoke as he began to leave Hléradr. Mathias stepped out into the frigid cold as he looked all around. He remembers his horrid ascent up this mountain. It was long, tedious, and perilous and Mathias did not look forward descending it either. That was until Justice spoke.

"Worry not about the descent I shall assist you." Justice spoke as the golden aura enveloped Mathias. Mathias was suddenly carried down as if a floating feather and slowly but surely he reached the ground. Mathias looked back up the mountain and then around the land. Mathias could feel it teeming with more life than when he last stepped foot on this ground. Much work had to be done to have the other creatures receive his teachings. Mathias set off unsure who to visit first.

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Mathias started his mission, his journey, as he would be led by Justice and eventually would travel many a great distance to find the people of the Middle Realm. Mathias' first stop was a land covered in dense forest and jungle. Once could get lost in the foliage easily but this did not deter Mathias no he will seek out the race of beings that call this place home. As he wandered for a while he would soon come across, or rather it coming across him. A furry, creature with fearsome teeth and long claws, snarled at him. Warning him not to tread further or he will be harmed. Seeing that creature is merely a guard and not so much a random attacker Mathias placed his hand palm open at the creature know as a werewolf.

"Please I mean you no harm." Mathias calmly spoke."I merely wish to meet your people and share knowledge with them." "This is a mission of peace and good intention." Mathias spoke explaining himself to the werewolf. He hoped it would respond in a kind matter as well.

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Ginsing would come to a stop, surprised at the recent events. First the Praichan and now the God Mathias himself. It was humbling to stand before him, but duty before such honours. He would stare the God over a moment, but knowing by accounts of this man, he was good by nature and so the bristled fur would slowly soften, as to did the features of the rigid warrior. He give a slight movement, reeling slightly in pain as the fur receeded and he began to shrink in form and stature, his bones adjusting and readjusting until before the God stood a man of 6'0", dark eyes and black etchings about his skin of an odd bone structure. He would be nude and lacking the modesty to acknowledge such things.

He would grit his teeth, remaining silent a moment while he took the shock of the excruciating torture of the transformation before looking Mathias in the eyes. He would look behind him hesitantly. "Ofcourse." He would turn beginning a swift jog, his nimble feet avoiding the foliage and forest growth with relative ease, expecting the God to follow.

Soon they were upon a vast field speckled with natural seeming structures, at close inspection, various buildings could be seen in the trees surrounding the field, at the ground, slightly underground or even in the tree tops. Pale men and women would walk about tending to various tasks, clothed in black leather clothing, only covering their genitals and for the women, their breasts. A great deal of men at one side of the field would practice combat in hand-to-hand with practiced grace and poise, their techniques feral and yet at the same time, showing discipline and cunning, their movements quiet. All of them marked with etchings of the same design.

Wolves would sit about as companions to the Ossis, several rolling about in the grasses with a small child, who laughed and smacked at their faces to which they returned with a snapping of their jaws. The sky was dark, a light shade of grey, the air somewhat cold.

Gensing would turn to look upon Mathias, "Welcome to Ossirix."

Cragin

Cragin would twirl the branch looking down upon the vast trench, eighty feet deep and 30 feet across. He would trust it's message, a clear border, he would then raise his arm and a land bridge would appear, linking the territory to the lands beyond. He would turn then disappearing, and reappearing within the confines of the settlement he had established. Now bearing the look of the people, a man of handsome features at 6'1" with ashen black hair and pale skin. The etchings and color of his eyes silver. He would mismatch, though. As they seemed to lack clothing, he would wear a cloak, the hood risen, along with the loin cloth to expose rippling muscle and a scarred body.

He would look about and see the wolves and smile, a crooked and charming gesture. Hmm, he would walk from the center off into the woods, people taking a bit of notice of the strangely hooded man. He would set about creating something for them to travel upon, beyond domestic. He started with his favored design, a wolf, and made the legs stronger and the feet wider, strengthening the back and enlarging it to be broad and yet lean, tall enough to challenge a small hut at the door. He made them intelligent and made them individuals within their own rights, with personalities and preferences. He created many and gave them the ability to breed and set them about the confines of the territory, turning to head back to the settlement. Sensing the appearance of his kin, he would smile coyly continuing forth.

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Mathias thanked the werewolf for bringing him to Ossirix and he was about to bow until Justice interrupted.

"Hold on Mathias." Justice's voice ominous. "These are lesser beings, not kin, beware showing such humbleness." "Many beings of their stature rarely understand how to respond to humility coming from one as great as yourself." "Some may even take it as insult."

"An insult?" Mathias thought to himself, speaking with Justice.

"Not an insult to them, however they may fear they've insulted you." "Be wary, the being was unsure of how to act around you when you first met it, so to be safe forgo your normal pleasantries." Justice finished as his voice disappeared.

Mathias looked around the large community. While they seemed to have a natural understanding of alliance they don't seem to have much else in the ways of community. Mathias has a sense that these beings were Cragin's doing. Most likely thus far they are tolerating him and most likely not react well to his teachings. Still Mathias had a duty and he will not abandon it just because it may not be viewed favorably. Mathias took a deep breath as he spoke.

"Greetings, people of Ossirix!" Mathias' voice direct towards everyone in a friendly manner. "I come bearing teachings." "Teachings in the ways of community and law." "Teachings the explain the foundations of law and order." "Teachings to present the beauty and usefulness of society." "Teachings that can help anyone and everyone form a government to serve your needs!" Mathias spoke loudly enough for any and all to hear.

"I have created three books on the very subject and I come to provide the gift of knowledge with your people!" "Please, is there any among you who would wish to understand the basics?" "I am willing to teach as many as you can provide!" Mathias cheerful and jovially spoke. Mathias awaited to see if any of the Ossis where interested in learning.

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It took a moment of silence, the whole of the settlement stopped a moment, to listen and then slowly the men and women of the village would put down what they were doing and approach, forming a small, and loose crowd, some of the children sitting at the front, eager to hear what was to be said. None of them sure what to expect, while he may feel it to be knowledge, most recognized law to be a concept, not a reality. They would open their minds to these "teachings." Among the crowd would be Cragin who stood in the depths of it, wondrous of what Mathias had to say.

Modestly transversed by the God who had stride forth before them.

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Ulmo could sense what was happenning up above, beyond his realm. His kin were creating mortals and Ulmo dearly wished to create some as well. He thought of creating mortals to inhabit to see, but he thought better of it. He and sweet Nylia were already in the process of crafting a race sprung from their own loins to inhabit the sea. As he thought, he sensed the presence of another god, weak though it was. He frowned as he saw a few worms attempt to gnaw at his throne. With a wave of his trident, they were vaporized. If he had to guess, they were Kreios' toys. The others gods were outpacing him and he couldn't have that. He willed himself away from his palace.

Along a white sandy beach the god walked, waving his hand over the sand to form mortals bodies that would serve as the vessel of his people's spirits. Some, he gave dark skin with white hair while others he gave fair skin with blonde or black hair. Still others, he gave bronzed skin. Everyone of them, however, were thin and tall with lean muscles like himself, though the women were slighter. The people were meant to be lean and muscular, but never bulky. The women were fair with curves while the men were fair in a masculine way. He gave them ears that curved out and eyes that were either a sea grey or varying shades of blue. They had six digits on each finger for manipulating tools for they were not a race of brute strength. When he was finished, he had created 12 mortals in all, 6 male and 6 female.

"Arise, my followers! Arise my Neleri! You shall be the stewards of the Sea as it meets the earth and air. You shall be might traders and mariners! Your civilization shall be the envy of the world!" Ulmo declared solemnly as they stood up.

They awoke, eyes wide as they beheld their creator and themselves. As of yet, they had no clothing or adornment save that which was given to them by their god. Instinctively, they bowed low and Ulmo smiled at them.

"You are my creations. The people of my favor. The Sea shall ever be your ally for as long as you honor it and myself. I am Ulmo, god of the sea and your lord," he announced. And he proceeded in instructing them upon all that he knew: knowledge of the sea and the coasts and islands that bordered it as well as its creatures and of boats and ships, which had entered his mind since Braun mentioned them. Yet, he knew that he could not complete their education himself, so he created Sea Hawks and wrote messages for his kin.

He sent on one to Acanthus, requesting a Prachian to instruct them in magic, knowledge and wisdom. He sent one to Adarani to send her a few of her people to teach healing and agriculture as well as bless the women so they might be fruitfu. He also asked that they teach his people love. From Nylia, he requested she teach them the art of making love. To Matthias, he requested they teach them of justice and civilization. From Foteea, he requested that she inspire them to learn craftsmanship. Eventually, he left as the Nelri began to construct their village from wood, stone, and the earth around them as well as small ship to fish with which Ulmo would watch over. Small though it was, from this humble village, Ulmo foresaw a vast city, one that would be the envy of the world.

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Cragin would stand among the crowd, his arms crossed in silent anticipation of what was to be said, he sensed an air about Mathias he hadn't before, a presence and purpose. And he had long since lost faith in his brother, but shared a joy for his ventures even now. His mind would stir suddenly with the sound of someone calling to him, different than that of his werewolves. His heart stirred as well, as he listened to the prayer.

"Oh great Hooded One, one who protects the wilds. I am a servant of nature and pray for your blessing. My people pray for your blessing. We seek communion with the natural spirits of this world and seek to protect it from the ravages of those who would do it harm. Grant unto us your favor and we will ever more serve the trees and the mountains. May the rivers never run dry. May the snow never ensnare our calves. May the creatures of the forest continue to grant us their treasures. In your name, Echo I honor you."

And the Minotaur held a special place in his heart beside the Ossis now, and the wolves and the forests, for they had acknowledged his goals and efforts. He would nod to himself a few of his chosen race stealing glances at him, the strange hooded man that appeared as them, but nameless to the village. He would give them a bright smile, envisioning the Minotaur Shaman, 'My blessing shall be given, the forests, rivers, mountains, yielding to the Minotaur, supporting them in what they do.' he would speak the words under his breath, the hood casting a shade hiding the slight movement of his lips.

And with that the shrine would cast a green glow for several moments, an aimless wind tousling the fur of Cairne softly.

He eagerly awaited Mathias' knowledge.

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Mathias soon a wide smile on his face as this was probably the first time Cragin ever saw him so happy. Mathias looked around as they gathered and it was almost too much for Mathias. Never before had he spoken in such a large audience. He never truly done public speaking before, it was daunting even to a god like himself. Mathias shook his head, he had to get it together he is wasting the Ossis time by saying nothing and he had much to share. Mathias cleared his throat as he spoke.

"Good, good!" "I am pleased to see such a turn out!" "Trust me I will not waste no more of your time than I already have." Mathias spoke cordially as he cleared his throat again and opened the first book.

A golden aura irradiated in the form of a wave carried by a non-existent wind covered the entire area. While Cragin would be unaffected by what just happened and may not have realized what has happened, but a wave of knowledge reached the Ossis in such a rapid delivery. While it was quick it was formatted for them to understand without much confusion. Mathias would turn pages as he spoke but Cragin would come to know that he can hear a voice coming from Mathias' mouth that isn't his own per se. To Cragin, Mathias is seemed to be speaking gibberish but the Ossis hear everything that is being spoken to them as the power of Justice is slowly being released from the contents of the book. It is very possible Cragin could comprehend but the power of Mathias' words would have no affect on the god. In the meanwhile this shouldn't affect the Ossis personality, it should give them new concepts to think about. As if he was just flipping through pages in Cragin's eyes Mathias stopped and closed the first book. Mathias would continue this process with the other two.

Mathias looked around and could see none of the Ossis seemed all that moved by what just happened. Sure some appeared to be in some deep thought but otherwise not much stirred these people and he suspects Cragin is behind it. This was Mathias' first time but he was actually relieved he accomplished his task. Mathias looked around at the beings wondering how much actually got through to them. Mathias was even more surprised to notice Cragin himself joined them. His form was different but his power was undeniable. While the Ossis thought over things he decided to speak with Cragin in the meantime.

"Greetings." Mathias spoke his voice not particularly directed to anyone. "I see your encounter with the God of Fire left you intact." "I suspected the worse but it seems he was more reasonable than previously believed." "Still that was a very dangerous venture, I congratulate you for your success." Mathias spoke in a relatively casual tone.

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Cragin would watch silently, confusion not registering on his face, though his mind would be in full gear struggling to understand the concept of law, he could sense in his people the effects of such knowledge, their own free will, some of it changing within the depths of the minds of some, he sensed the sudden lust of one in particular to create a government, substantial, and strong. He would give a charming smile, uncrossing his arms a low insensible aura disbanding the crowd to go about their lives, Mathias had their attention and had spoken his piece, though Cragin was disturbed by the gold that had overwhelmed his territory for the moment of his speech and reading.

What was more surprising was the proud God striding forward toward him. It had been pleasing seeing his brother so excited for all of that. If they hadn't suspected this Ossi was different, they surely would now as he was individualized and spoken to by the God of Justice. Cragin's voice would be that of it had before, that of a daring and charming young man wicked unintentionally, "Hello," He would be silent a moment turning to look his brother in the eyes, the hood following his movement, a shaft of light revealing the lower half of his face and he would extend a pleasant grin. "Thank you, I congratulate your knowledge, it was long expected after the.." Cragin would struggle for words a moment, noting Mathias' demeanor and rolling over various thoughts in his rapid mind. "Way you were acting at the arrival of Genocide." He would give a slight nod to himself.

He would acknowledge and seem to skim past the reference to Malus, as if he struggled with the idea of not combating the Dragon God. "And thank you for sharing your struggles and aspirations with the Ossis." The grin would broaden to reveal large canines and fangs, and it was then that Cragin came to realization that Mathias was formal and civilized and in ways opposed what he stood for. His eyes would flash with something feral, though the smile wouldn't waver. Truth lying in every word fluently spoken.

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"Well it is my mission to spread the word to anyone that shows potential to form great societies." Mathias spoke as he watched everyone dispersed. "I must admit though...I did expect some what of a greater reaction." Mathias said a slight frown formed on his face. "I thought my words would stir them more than this." "I worry my words may have not reached them." Mathias spoke voicing his concern. The Ossis are hard to read and he is unsure whether or not they understood him. Maybe they did but he thought for sure there would be a reaction of some sorts. Mathias looked at Cragin as he congratulated him on his knowledge. "Well I did have some help in that field of expertize but I thank you for your words." Mathias spoke as he gave a quick bow to Cragin.

Mathias looked at the people Cragin created. While he can't exactly say he would be so comfortable with their standard of ethics but it's Cragin's will that they exist and so they shall. Mathias then turned to him again as he thanked him for sharing his words with them. "Ah yes, twas no problem, I am happy to do it again." Mathias responded. "I must say though Cragin, your people are very...interesting?" "I really not quite sure how to explain them." "They seem very...difficult to read." Mathias spoke his mind distracted from the conversation. "I mean no disrespect mind you, is just...I'm just not use to something so radical from our standard of living to entering their world." Mathias spoke as he gave an hand gesture as he waved his arm encompassing the surroundings.

"Still I realize I can't expect too much." "I've just presented them with years worth of knowledge after all." Mathias said as he looked at Cragin. "Well I'm glad I got their attention for as long as I did." "I believe I must be off and present the other beings of the world my teachings." Mathias spoke as he gave a large smile as he thought of future prospects.

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Cragin would be slightly offended, perhaps the God was calling them inferior, it's what seemed to be. Would kicked around Mathias be so daring, though. With the audacity to denounce his mortals? His bright gaze would darken, and his smile become more wicked. "The Wilderness resolves itself to be free and expansive, wild and hidden and yet exposed, vulnerable and yet yield ferocity that can humble that of civilization." His face would shift slightly, a fluorescence exposing the iris of his right eye before dispersing as he struggled to compose himself. "They are free willed, and accept your knowledge." Cragin would drop the words with slow and measured, calculated enunciation, struggling with them as a low growl challenged the civility of them.

"And as for change, it comes in time, and will rest in the hands of individuals.." Cragin would resolve himself to silence then, noticing now the balling of his fists, the splaying of them to make them clawed, he would relax them and rest them at his sides letting out a labored breath, "Goodluck in your ventures then, brother." He would not return the bow, and perhaps this would stand as a testimony to the will of his people, free and wild, unbowed, not herds of sheep, but better yet wolves acting as individuals and cooperating as a pack.

Instead, as a show of respect he would nod and hold a calm fist to his chest, where he sensed a beating where had felt pain in his true form. Watching Mathias with analyzed precision, and he thought then to what this God would create. What Mathias would will into existence and what transversal effect it would have on the middle realm, on the wilderness.

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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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Mathias nodded at Cragin as he felt a certain change in personality. Still Cragin wouldn't do anything reckless with his people roaming about. Mathias watched Cragin and could tell that they will come to ahead one day but that day isn't here yet. Mathias decided to leave content with what Cragin said accepting his knowledge, whether it was true or not. Mathias made the trek out of the deep forest and back to the open fields of land. It certainly was interesting experience though arriving at leaving such a land. It was a brand new experience and Mathias nearly got choked up in it all. Yet, he calmed himself and allowed himself to finish his work. Feeling a sense of accomplishment he left the jungle behind him and found himself heading south.

Mathias found himself in a warm, yet fertile land were the smell of smoke drifted in the air. There was much vegitation, in fact it seemed even more healthier than the vegetation in Cragin's forests. It was a pretty fascinating discovery since the plant life lived very close to a force of nature that could easily destroy it. The clouds were thick because of the sulfur that could be found in the air. Mathias was unsure of what matter of being lives in such a uniquely balanced atmosphere but his travels have brought him here. Obviously mortal creatures live here and he must find them. Mathias traversed the land as he stepped upon some blackened soil as he could smell some fumes and such but before traveling too far he saw something flying about. He wasn't sure if it was the mortal creatures he was searching for but he called out to it.

"Hello!" Mathias shouted up high. "Can you hear me?!" Mathias continued to shout hoping to gain the attention of the creature. "I'm down here!" Mathias coughed after the last one inhaling some smoke. He was a bit worried it may be to high up but he decided to watch to see if it noticed him at all. After a few moments he realized it wasn't one of the mortals he was searching for but he did catch sight of a very large metal door. Obviously something like this was the work of the Smith Goddess. Mathias decided to make his way to the door.

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Mathias walked up to the large, shining door on the mountainside. He looked at it for a while and admired it's craftsmanship. Obviously the Goddess of the Forge is very talented in her portfolio as expected. After inspecting the door for a while Mathias decided to simply knock. The door was as solid as any mountainside, perhaps even more so as there was a dull echo made from it. For a moment nothing stirred and Mathias worried that no one either heard or simply wasn't there. Not content with giving up he continued to knock and knock and knock. After some moments of useless knocking it seemed nothing was getting through the door. Mathias grew frustrated as he looked at the door. "This isn't getting me anywhere." Mathias spoke to himself as Justice intervened.

"It seems these Mortals are very preoccupied at the moment...it's going to take more than knocking to have them answer." Justice spoke almost quizzically.

"What? You have an idea?" Mathias asked.

"Knock once more this time there should be a different effect." Justice spoke.

Mathias prepared another knock and as he brought his fist to the door a wave of gold illuminated the door. Not only was the knock loud but from within a wave penetrated deep within the caverns and any creature within would notice the sudden twinge of power accompanied by the wave. And as an extra precaution a bodiless voice would speak, At the Door, almost as if the voice whispered right into your ear. Mathias noticed the glow and figured Justice assisted him and hopefully what ever creature stirs within would be friendly enough to answer the door.

"Now we wait." Justice spoke as his voice faded once again.

Mathias hoped Justice succeeded otherwise they will be at square one once again. Mathias then decided to calmly stand by as he ran over introductions and his speech in his head. This time he will prepare himself for his public speaking unlike last time. Mathias began to wonder how many beings he would see down there. He wondered if it was as many as the Ossis or perhaps even greater? Mathias began to take breaths to easy his anticipation and mentally prepared himself to speak once again.

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Foteea

The goddess bowed slightly at the unexpected gift from the sage god. "Thank you very much, Acanthus. As I had said before, thank you very much for your kindness. I feel that it is important for us to be able to contact one another," Foteea said, and began to think of the mighty god of strength in his large hall and continued, "If only to keep from feeling lonely and isolated." She bowed and said, "Farewell." before turning to leave. As she did so, she nearly collided with the silent hooded god that she had seen race off to protect his land not so long ago. "Oh, sorry, I hadn't noticed you there." She backed away from the god of the wilds and bowed. "Hello, I am Foteea, Goddess of the Forge. It is a pleasure to meet you."

Brigit

“You can call me Embelsi!” The mortal child announced cheerfully.

Brigit smiled at the girl's happiness as she spoke, "Yes, well it is very nice to meet you, Embelsi."

Kass attempted to get from under her wing to badger the young girl with questions a second time, but she tightened her hold and looked down on her brother, brows raised as if to say, Don't you dare. The chastised young grynix seemed to shrink slightly before he coughed and uttered, "Yeah, very nice to meet you..."

Brigit nodded at her brother before asking Embelsi, "So, where were you headed?"

Vincent

While his siblings were away, both Vincent and Kayle had been busy building. Around the entire cavern hung hundreds of small braziers, illuminating even the darkest corners of the large cavern that the Grynixa called their home. In the center of the cavern stood a cylindrical tower made of steel that wound its way up to and around a large stalagmite that hung from the ceiling. Around this central tower stood four other, much smaller home towers, about an eight of the size, with the last not yet finished. Ever since Kayle had been with child, she had slowed down a little, just enough to hinder construction. Despite this, Vincent couldn't help but smile whenever he looked at his sister, and saw the small yellow glow in her chest. As Kayle took a break, laying by the lake while taking occasional drinks, Vincent continued to work, hammer and anvil shaping the metal. As the hammer was swung down, the ringing echoed throughout the cavern. As he swung, one of the echoes seemed louder than the others, which caused Vincent to stop for a moment, slightly confused. He shrugged and continued to work, each of his swings seemed to cause a large ringing throughout the cavern, two, separate ringings, actually. The higher pitched ringing of the hammer and a slightly deeper pinging of something else. This time, when Vincent stopped, he looked to his sister and they shared a look of confusion. Their confusion soon intensified as the sound of a large bell rang throughout their home, accompanied with a wave of golden light flooded the cavern for a brief moment, and a disembodied voice spoke into his ear. At the door.

Kayle flexed her wings, preparing for flight, "Well, it seems that we have a visitor," the grynix said before taking wing, heading towards the small hole in the ceiling that lead to the cave where they were first given life.

"Apparently," Vincent commented before he followed his sister. Soon, both of the Grynixa stood before the sealed entrance of the cave, not entirely sure how they were supposed to open it. Vincent tilted his head, his eyes scanning the smooth surface. As he continued to look, a small hole the size of one of his claws appeared. He leaned towards the hole to examine it, and tentatively inserted the first claw of his right foreleg into it. After a moment of silence, the metal wall seemed to ripple from the hole, shimmering like quicksilver, and slowly retracted to the edges of the cave, exposing the visiting god of justice. At the sight of such a powerful being, both of the mortal creatures bowed low, both wings extended in respect.

Kayle stepped forward and said respectfully, "Greetings, please, will you come in?" Vincent stood vigilant inside the cave, watching the god in silence.

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Mathias breathed a sigh of relief as the metallic mortals opened the front door. Mathias watched as the mortals bowed in respect to him. So that's what it felt like? Mathias thought to himself. He always bowed in respect to his fellow kin but never had anyone bowed before him. Not even the Ossis bowed and Mathias figured mortals simply didn't do that. Seeing the Grynixa, Mathias had a wide smile as his face lit up. Then one of them walked up to him and greeted him. "Greetings, please, will you come in?"

"Why thank you, I believe I shall." Mathias politely spoke as he stepped inside. "I must say I hadn't expected to find anyone out here but it certainly is a fertile land your creator chose." Mathias cheerfully spoke as he stepped inside. Mathias looked to see the caverns where indeed deep. The smell of fire and metal weighed in the air the further down the cavern went. "Despite that, judging by the architecture of your front entrance the rest of your home must be equally spectacular!" Mathias spoke as he looked about with curiosity. Mathias was very much eager to see how their society is compared to the raw, natural landscape of the Ossis. He suspected it would very much be the opposite, instead of living through nature the Grynixa's home would be manufactured.

Mathias walked ahead of the two Grynixa and turned to them with a smile. "So then my fine, metallic friends, show me to where your people dwell!" Mathias spoke with a friendly chuckle. Mathias was very much eager to meet the rest of the Grynixa. This time however, Mathias prepared himself for public speaking unlike last time when he was caught off guard. He can't help but remember all of the Ossis looking upon him with curious eyes, it was surreal. He expected no less from these mortals, so much different they are than from the Ossis. For instance they where made of flesh and blood, and these were made of fire and metal. And where they lived above ground in the trees, they seem to live underground in a volcano no less.

"Oh how rude of me, I have yet to tell you my business here." "Well to be perfectly honest I'm here to share knowledge with you and your people!" "I have created these three books that are chained to my belt you see here." "I have already visited another race and now I am here to do the same." Mathias spoke excitedly, obviously eager. "I sure hope you will be able to hear the presentation!" Mathias spoke as he stood there awaiting for them to guide him to the others, he suspected where there.

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Foteea

"I've been meaning to talk to you, I would beg a favour of my sister of the forge, in teaching my creations the art of metal crafting." Cragin began to inquire, "I would be in your debt."

Foteea smiled as she replied, "Well, of course I will help, I would be more than happy to do so. As for any debts-" The goddess straightened as another voice interrupted her thoughts. As she was speaking in the hall, she began to hear the voice of another brother some distance away.

"Sister, your brother calls to you. Can you hear my words?..." she heard Braun's voice echoing in her head. The goddess shook her head slightly as her attention divided itself evenly between her body and her newly formed face within the gifted mirror in the god of strength's hands.

"Yes, anyway, as for debts, I don't want you owing me a thing. Now, where would these creatures of yours be?" As the goddess spoke to the god of the wilds, her face reflecting in the mirror located in Sovngarde replied, "Hello there, brother. Yes, I am hearing you loud and clear. What is it that you need?"

Vincent

The masculine grynix followed both the god and his sister as she lead the divine being down towards their cavern. As they were about to round the corner, he stopped and looked out of the cave, seeing the green "fertile-ness" of the land outside. He began to wonder where out there his siblings had run off to. His thoughts were cut short as the metal wall closed in a similar fashion to how it opened. He then quickened his pace to keep up with the others, where his sister was replying to the compliment of the architecture, "Well, the goddess made that door, everything else, we have made. I don't think we can quite compare, but I will let you be the judge."

At the comment of spreading knowledge, Vincent couldn't help but pay a little more attention. The grynix walked closer to the god and looked at the three books that hung at his belt. "Well, I should hope we could hear it. Not sure why we wouldn't." It was then that they arrived at the tunnel that ran down into their cavern. "As for where we live, it is right down here." Vincent charged past the others and at the end, allowed himself to fall before extending his wings just before plunging into the lake of fire. The air caught at his wings as he flew towards the highest tower and landed on a platform made for the purpose about 3/4ths of the way up. He stood proudly before exclaiming, "Welcome to Cinderis, the City of Embers!"

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Mathias was very much impressed by the sudden showmanship of the Grynixa as he welcomed Mathias in grand a fashion. Mathias couldn't help but give applause. "Yes, marvelous craftsmanship indeed!" Mathias commented. Mathias looked at the grandeur of Cinderis as the bright light of the lave radiated off the metallurgy. Mathias had a wide smile as he made his way up some steps surrounding the lava, finding some sort of makeshift pedestal from the earth and metal Mathias clapped his hands together and the books detached and floated to his arms. "Ah yes I thank you for showing me the way and now I am eager to teach your people somethings as you have been eager to show me your dwellings." Mathias spoke as took a breath and called out. "Hello!" "Hello to any and all of this fair city!" "Please do not be shy and show yourself!" "I come bearing a gift!" "The gift of knowledge!" "Please come and listen to what I have to offer you!" Mathias spoke his voice not necessarily directed to specific person but to a community at whole. Mathias called out and he could see no others besides the two that opened the door and this made Mathias wonder.

"Um yes hello?" Mathias' voice much more smaller. "Um I most certainly hope I am not interrupting you fine mortals but I bring a good service today." Mathias looked around as his face became saddened. "Anyone here?" "Anyone at all?" Mathias spoke as he gave a sigh. "I had no idea your people are so reluctant or...is there even anyone here besides you two?" Mathias spoke as he rubbed his head feeling a bit embarrassed. Had he prepared himself for nothing? All of this time worrying about pleasing an entire society when there wasn't one to be found? Surely, all of this construction wasn't all if their doing? Could it? Mathias pondered this situation for a while. "Um, where is the rest of your people?" "If I may so boldly ask?" Mathias asked the one closest to him. Mathias had the sinking feeling that they were truly alone here. No other of these Mortals exist or if they are they are absent from the city. Mathias decided to recollect his thoughts. Even if there is a lack of people he could still spread his knowledge to these two, they seem willing to listen.

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Foteea

The goddess of embers tilted her head in curiosity as the god of the wilds seemed to reach into his chest before he pulled out a leafless branch of an oak tree. She smiled greatly as Cragin presented the branch to her, and from his hands she gently lifted the branch, which blackened slightly at her touch. "Yes, thank you for this. I will come to your people very soon." At the mention of his debt to her, Foteea gave a reluctant smile before responding, "Yes, well, I suppose so." As the god's bright, glowing eyes peeked out from underneath his hood, her eyes would respond in kind, two dark orange orbs that seemed to shift colors just like her armor. "Until we meet next, brother."

As she spoke to Cragin, Foteea's image in Braun's mirror replied to the god of strength, "It goes well as always, brother, and thank you for the compliment. Now, what was it that you needed?" The goddess listened intently as the god vocalized his request. The sound of her chuckling seemed to resonate through the hall before she replied, "My services seem to be in high demand. Well, what sort of gifts did you have in mind?"

Brigit

With her brother securely tucked under her wing, Brigit looked down at the lonely and oddly cheerful child. "Little one... Not knowing where you are going and nowhere to return. Well, you can come with us. I will admit that we don't really know where we are going, either. Unless Kass here knows and hasn't told me." Brigit nudged her brother with her hip in a playful way.

Kass looked away bashfully and mumbled, "Not really..."

Brigit grinned at her brother before letting her brother go. He remained sitting where he was, having learned his lesson of restraint. The grynix's gaze returned to the girl, "So, did you want to come with us?"

Vincent

The masculine grynix watched as the god descended to a ledge overlooking the lake, which Kass loved to use to dive off of, and proceeded to announce his presence and intentions to the entire cavern. Vincent couldn't help but laugh from his perch and took wing, landing just as his sister was explaining. "I apologize, but our siblings left some time ago to explore the surface. We remained and we have been rather busy in their absence."

Vincent furled his wings and bowed his head and rubbed the back of his neck in an embarrassed fashion, before apologizing, "Sorry if I made it seem like there were more of our kind here. I was a little proud of our work. I would be more than happy in listening to what you have to say.

"As would I," Kayle added, her voice like one of an encouraging mother, "Please, begin."

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Mathias sighed and then placed a warm smile once again. "Well at least a small audience is better than no audience at all." Mathias optimistically spoke. "Alright I shall teach you two what I have to offer and I thank you for lending your ears." Mathias graciously spoke as he a golden aura slowly irradiated from him. His eyes obtained a golden glow as the books detached the first appear before them was the Book of Law. "Greetings, I am here to teach you the ways of Law, Community, Order, and Government." Mathias spoke in a voice not entirely his own. "Let us begin." Mathias spoke as the book opened. A light irradiated from the text as new ideas and a voice entered the Grynixa's minds. Mathias began to speak and what seemed to be a long time was only a few moments in actuality. While the teachings did not affect them in anyway it did grant them access to new ideas and knowledge not exactly previously thought of. After he flipped through several pages of first book, he closed it and moved on to the Book of Socials.

Now new information entered their minds as they were subject to ways of forming communities. Were the first book showed things about laws, crimes, punishments, due processes, this book talked about coming together. It also talked about forming society, maintaining society, respecting others society and the bonds they make. A lot of it may seem like common place knowledge but some unique views on society where mixed in. After that the Book of Governs was opened. It spoke of the laws and rules in the first book and it spoke about the unity and ethics of society and combined them in the third book. The third book taught them about regulating society and how to use laws to benefit others and protect them. The third book also discuss how to apply it and the many ways it can be applied. Much like the first two several pages flipped and then closed.

After the teachings finished the ethereal voice disappeared from their ears and the golden light disappeared. Soon Mathias seemed to return to normal and the books reattached to their chain to his belt. "Well I've said all that I wish to say." Mathias spoke voice now normal. "I must remind you, that it is up to you what you wish to do with the knowledge departed." "I am not here to force your opinion but merely give you ideas that you may wish to apply to your people." Mathias spoke in a very caring manner. "Otherwise my mission is to spread the word and I have accomplished this thus far." Mathias spoke with a smile. "If you do not want to heed my teachings then I will not be upset, I am just glad you chose to take the time to listen." Mathias spoke trying to reassure them that they do not have to agree. "Now unless there is something you need I shall take my leave." Mathias spoke rather straightforwardly. "I must spread the word to the other races of the world." Mathias spoke as he looked at Grynixa wondering if they have anything to say.

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Foteeaum, the strong and light metal of the Fotum trees. It was created by Cragin in the forests. Refusing to allow his people to tame the mountains mining for the ores he knew lie there. This dark greenish ore could be harvested, though it would take a master of the forge to exploit it. The people named these trees and the ores after Foteea whose teaching they stuck to immediately. Soon enough they utilized such teachings and while they used it for a great many things, weapons were first and foremost produced by the forges. They had spread out over a great expanse of the land, and many villages, and clans sprung up.

Swords and spears, paired with the bow were the most commonly used. Though people would spend years of meditation and applied pressure to exploit their bones, coating them in the metal, or even the use of the scythe-like weapons, swift and precise. Clans comprised their own personal sects though a general took loose leadership of the whole of the armies of Ossis. Often enough this switched hands but in a gentle manner, those replaced accepting it as the way of things.

Soon however, the descendant of Maliki D'Nin, Mkin D'Jin had followed the teachings of Mathias, and the books of Mathias. His father and grandfather had studied and spent their lives orchestrating a clan. Pulling strings. They had maintained control of one of the villages that had grown to be quite expansive throughout years of connection to a mountain rich in large game. Slowly they had cracked down, but the souls of the Ossis were soon growing restless and before their bloodline could be overthrown, Mkin outfitted the sect and looked to unite the rest of Ossirix under a totalitarian government. Targeting a small village first he marched through.

Cragin saw this as a man wishing to impose on the will of the rest of his race. There were small skirmishes, before Cragin swept in with the werewolves. Needless to say the tale ends with an unaccounted for silver eyed, silver marked young man delivering a decapitating blow to the tyrant.

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Mathias having thanked the Grynixa for their time, decided to leave the city of embers. With the craftsmanship still fresh in his mind he left the metal covered caverns and left the heat behind. Moving away from the fertile mountainsides he left for new land to spread his teachings. While Mathias wanders he thought of his current situation. He liked how he met different beings with different homes and societies and felt a nagging sense of longing. Perhaps Mathias would like to create a race of his very own. While pondering this he headed towards a series of isles were a race of people called the Vitaiim. These peaceful people worshiped the Goddess of Love, Adarani. Mathias, although doesn't know much about her, finds her respectable. While Mathias did not visit all of the islands, he did travel to several monasteries and presented teachings from the books. After his adventure down south he traveled up further North and continued to long for his own people.

Mathias saw miraculous animal-like beings. While he did not enter any of their settlements, he could feel the work of the God of Strength. Mathias knows not much of him either. He has heard he is rather a bold and boisterous character but not much else. He decided to leave them be, not fully understanding if they wish to learn what Mathias can offer. Mathias soon found himself nearing Ossirix land once again. Mathias felt compelled to find his elusive brother for reasons regarding creation. Mathias would travel into these forests once again to find where Cragin dwells. It was difficult to find him and instead Mathias decided to use a method of discovery. Instead of tracking him down Cragin will come find him. Mathias irradiated traces of his divine power in order for Cragin to better notice his presence and for him to come to Mathias. Mathias stood on a cliff side overlooking the vast forests as he awaited to meet his intense kin.

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Cragin would be in an assortment of armor, composed of leather and hued green chain mail. A dark clothe hood would hang over his face.Speckled with a brackish goo, a short sword in his right hand would hang loosely dripping the strange hued liquid of the Wretched. A race he himself had created to trial his people. The plan had been to open a tear in the Inferno, so that all the chaotic Ossis whom died would return to create hordes, hordes so large the clans would need to unite to vanquish them. Deathly pale and vast these hordes had proven powerful, the trial proven worthy.

And to admit it, he was quite fond of the fighting himself. The honing of skills and the vulnerability of a mortal body. The Ossis had united under the banner of Fy'Equette "The Bloodied." He had yet to die, and this mortal body was beyond educated, skilled in crafts and combat. Bone morphing creating a vast array of abilities beyond that of the usual Ossis. He appreciated his people, and the entertainment of being among them. He created visions in the wise, in the artists, in the strongest warriors. And influenced their roles in this nation and perhaps on a higher level, the world. It was on this battlefield he felt it.

Mathias, in the air, in the change, echoing through the forest. Power. He was not sure why, or for what reason, but his brother, his kin. Had returned. At first he felt defensive, an attack, perhaps? Or no, a request? He hadn't seen any like of the other Gods for so long, their endeavor leaving his interests. It would seemthe Ossirix army was beginning to form up once more as the horde was yet to be completely defeated, soldiers stopping in awe, at the sight of so many bones laying about him.

It was moments before he was away, pulling away from the rest of the men, with a hand to his chest, he appeared on a vast cliff overlooking the beautiful, dark, forests of the territory. Before Mathias, the God of Order and Justice. Very complex and yet very simple in his appearance. The man was bold and without shade.

He would turn, still brandishing the sword. The silver eyes reflecting the darkness of the sunny day as he stared intently, Mathias in the eye. "Why, hello there, brother." It would be dropped with a pleasantly wicked undertone, a genuine greeting. Stirring slightly as if still adrenaline bound from combat, waiting for Mathias' reply.

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"Ah, I knew you would appear if you felt just cause to do so." "Greetings and salutations to you, my kin." Mathias spoke as made quick bow in respect. "I see you've been quite busy with your creations, and I must say...it really makes me envious." Mathias spoke rather jovially. Mathias looked out to the vast forests of the Ossirix nation as Mathias took in a deep breath and assessed the area. Mathias could feel the tensions of battle before him. Both from Cragin and in the air. It was thick with blood and pride. Mathias turned his head back to Cragin and began to speak once more.

"Yes, it seems you have been quite busy." Mathias spoke as he tilt his head around the area. "Before I go any further I must thank you for your actions some time ago." "Yes, I know about the actions one of your people committed against his neighbors." Mathias spoke referring to Mkin D'Jin. "I feel an apology is in order, I am dreadful sorry one of them reacted so zealously to my teachings." "I never suspected he would apply my teachings in such a perverted way." "I suppose the materials were there to react so violently with but as I have said before, I do not determine how it is interpreted, only those who I have taught can decide for themselves." Mathias then rubbed his head as he let out a sigh.

Mathias closed his eyes for a moment and then looked towards Cragin. "I must thank you however for your deliverance of justice upon such a wicked mind." "I felt the twinge of chaos coming from the would-be tyrant and your decisive blow." Mathias paused. "While I do not exactly agree with how you executed justice, I do however respect the necessity to do so." "Now it seems your people must have found a more just leader than the one who tried and force their compliance." "Unless this bloodshed I sense coming off you is yet another record of war against injustice." Mathias gave a friendly chuckle.

"Now you must be curious I imagine as to why I decided to reappear after all this time." "Well I have been quite busy visiting other races and presenting teachings, as I have done with your people." Mathias spoke recounting his experiences with the Grynixa and the Vitaiim. "Through out my travels I have grown a longing for a people of my own design." Mathias spoke not taking his eyes of Cragin. "Which is why, I felt the necessity to find you my brother." Mathias' face changed from it's normal prim and proper visage to a more humbling form. "I would like to ask permission to find land to begin my own creations." "May I have your consensus?" Mathias asked respectfully.

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Cragin would listen silently, his chest rising and falling softly, watching Mathias and tilting his head slightly at the mention of Mkin D'Jin, the branded heretic, tyrant and example of who not to be. He had never held Mathias accountable, or thought to. It was pleasant however to here the explanation, his words would be silent and uttered, "You've no worry, struggle is the only way an entity may become stronger." It would be dropped quietly before Cragin pulled back and resolved himself to listening to what else was to be said. He would note the way Mathias appeared and acted, he could understand the loneliness. The jealousy however, unheard of. Sympathized with Mathias not having a race to love and care for, and admired his conviction in wishing to teach others before doing for himself first.

He would nod at the request, finding foremost it all respectful. He had felt other races created without regard for his connection to the lands, and it was ofcourse beyond warming that two of his brothers had stepped forward and considered him and the pain he felt over all lost. He would nod and give a broad wolfish grin, the darkness of the hood pulling away to reveal it. "Ofcourse, Mathias. You'll have no quarrel over me for it so long as you respect the land." He would nod once more in gentle agreement with himself.

"I trust you'll do right by it, and your people." He would pace silently a moment, thinking of Mathias, his influence, and how his race would grow, what they would be like. He saw potential, in Mathias' teachings, regardless of anything, it was likely the people would follow such teachings.

He would stop pacing suddenly and look over at Mathias once more. "Goodluck.." Cragin would lift his left fist in a nonchalant tap to his chest, before vanishing from the cliff.

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Mathias felt content with Cragin's answer. Even thrilled actually, he was glad Cragin was able to meet him and speak with him under such sudden circumstances. He was also relieved to hear that Cragin didn't seem to hold Mathias accountable, even though he felt some what at fault. Sure, Mathias didn't have the foresight to believe his teachings would be used to justify wrongdoings but, at least he presented himself to Cragin's mercy. A weight on his mind is now lifted. The words, Cragin left with Mathias on this cliff side made him think. He understands that usually they seem to lead in tense directions every time they meet, but Mathias seriously considers this their best meeting. He wasn't sure why it was, perhaps it was Mathias needing Cragin...he usually doesn't need to call upon his shadowy kin but this time he did.

The more Mathias thought about it, the stranger it seemed. All of his other kin and the only one he has an established connection is Acanthus, but everyone is comfortable with Acanthus. Besides his more chaotic kin, Mathias shouldn't confine as much in Cragin as with someone else, but he does. Perhaps they have an unique chemistry, unsettling but full of respect, odd it surely is. Yet, Cragin's words left him feeling secure, confident, and overall blessed. Cragin confided in him to make the best use of the land he has allowed him to have. Perhaps, Mathias' asking led to such a fruitful endeavor, he most surely thought Cragin would be more difficult all things considering. Perhaps, Mathias over analyzed this meeting, perhaps it really wasn't as difficult as he considered. Perhaps Cragin is more conversable than imagined. He did seem to place a grin after Mathias asked for his permission, perhaps he enjoys respect as much as Mathias does. It's all we could ever ask for he supposes.

Mathias left the forests relieved and invigorated to make his will into flesh and blood. Mathias left the thick woods behind him and headed westward. Mathias crossed the vast plains and lands of the Middle Realm and soon recognized he was nearing the very tall mountain. The very mountain where stands Hléradr. That place will live on in infamy for Mathias, that is where they condemned Kreios and the God of War. Mathias shivered at the memory as he remebered that is where Justice spoke to him. Thinking of Justice he has been rather silent lately, Mathias often wonders what he does most of the time. Justice lives some where deep within him, but he could never contact him when he wanted to. No, Justice even after awakening was always disconnected it seemed. Mathias wasn't entirely sure if that was a problem, did he really even wished to speak with Justice, or was he just feeling lonely? He almost half-wishes Cragin remained and spoke some more. Still Mathias received what he wanted and now he can have the excitement of nurturing his own people.

Mathias did considered returning to his room perhaps, it would prove useful in finding a suitable piece of land, and that is when it donned on him. The table with the circular image! Was that the Middle Realm!? Realizing this Mathias felt it necessary to return to Hléradr. This time though he isn't going to scale the mountain perhaps Justice could lend a hand.

"Hm?" Justice stirs. "You want to return to the summit?" Justice asks. "It seems you have finally come to realize that my will requires more than being a spokesperson." Justice spoke not snickering, merely being literal.

"Yes help me ascend the great mountain as you've helped me descend." Mathias answered.

"I shall but make note that I am more than just an elevator." Justice spoke in his same unemotional self. A golden light enveloped Mathias as he floated to the summit.

Mathias entered the halls of Hléradr on a mission. Mathias entered his room and searched for that table in the room with high seats. To his dismay there was no such area to be found. "What?" "I could have sworn-" Mathias was immediately cut off. "No, the room you seek is not here but in another realm." Justice spoke. "Another realm you mean it's not in the Middle Realm?" Mathias asked more to himself than to Justice. "Yes, it is in a higher place."
"You mean Paradise?" "Yes, Paradise." "But great spirit I know not how to leave this realm." "Ah, I can understand how that would be a problem but worry not...I can assist you in that regard." In a torrent of energy Mathias has never felt before, he was carried far from here and into Paradise.

Mathias passed out and soon awoken in a land...unlike any found in the Middle Realm."Here we are Mathias...we haven't much time for sight seeing...we have work to be done." Justice spoke and he led Mathias to an uncharted area of Paradise and immediately the powers of creation were hard at work. Mathias with Justice soon constructed an array of buildings made of the purest white stone, with matching pillars, fountains, and roads. While the buildings covered an area of Paradise, there was definitely bountiful land to be seen. It truly is spectacular. Mathias knew not how long he spent constructing this place but it soon finished and as soon as he did he entered the tallest tower. There the exact room from the visions where made real. Twenty-Six Seats could be counted but he cared not of that but only of the table. From there Justice activated the magic and allowed what could be called a map appear upon it. Mathias studied it for a long while and decided on a piece of terrain where he will create his people. It was in the exact opposite direction from Ossirix and the land itself appears bountiful and fit for habitation.

Mathias felt a sudden twinge of fatigue as he looked around the room. "Marvelous isn't it?" Justice asked. "Yes, quite exquisite but-" "But it's lacking is it not?" Justice spoke finishing his sentence. "Yes, yes it is." "The time will soon come for you to try your hand at creation, but you must first use it upon mortal creatures...I must assess before you are ready to populate the ideal specimen for the ideal land." Justice spoke. Soon Mathias was enveloped in the golden aura once more and transported down from Paradise and to the exact location of where Mathias chose. "You may begin when ready." Justice spoke and then his presence was once again locked away. Mathias cracked his knuckles and looked at the land. Then Mathias began to formulate what Mortal should inhabit this land.

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Adarani was relieved that her conversation with Nylia ended on a good note. Still, she felt she could do so much more for others. That reminded her: Cragin most likely did not appreciate her leaving Hléradr without any participation involving Kreios and Genocide. There was that, and she felt the surge of creation flow within her, a race emerging. There were so many Ossrix, and they seemed to have formed an army. When they get wounded, they will need to recover quickly so they can see their families again, after their wars. Adrani knew right away what she would give him.

Ahuv landed right next to her. "I lay the basket in front of Trelas. What he does will be up to him."

The Goddess of Love nodded. "Maybe you can give something to Mathias? He does seemed a little fatiqued. I cn feel it." She picked some fruit from a tree within the monastery. "This fruit, Rejiv, can replenish energy and help keep the mind functioning at its best. Can you give a basket load of this to him while I talk to Cragin in his forest?"

"Of course, Milady!" The Blue Crane immediately filled a basket with Rejiv and flew on his way to Mathias, following his aura. He knew exactly where he was. Once on the ground in front of him, Ahuv bowed his head.

"Greetings, Mathias. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I was created during the battle in Hléradr while she was in a state of sadness, and have been her companion since then. She told me to give this to you, since you are fatigued." He lay the basket between the God of Civilization's feet. "The fruit is called Rejiv. It can replenish your energy and help keep your mind healthy."

Meanwhile, Adarani plucked the leaves of a plant in the Central Vitaiim Monastery Main Garden. Placing the leaves in the basket, she turned into a dove, taking that same basket with her. It did not take too long to reach the forest the Ossrix were. Right when she was about to land, she reverted back to her humanoid form, basket in hand. Cragin was near, she could feel his aura coming from a distance. Hopefully, he would come to her so she could present the herbs, called Vitalita, to him.

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Deep in thought Mathias' meditative like stance was broken when a bird of some sorts appeared before him.

"Greetings, Mathias. I am Ahuv, Blue Crane of Adarani. I was created during the battle in Hléradr while she was in a state of sadness, and have been her companion since then. She told me to give this to you, since you are fatigued." He lay the basket between the God of Civilization's feet. "The fruit is called Rejiv. It can replenish your energy and help keep your mind healthy."

"Greetings to thee as well." Mathias spoke some what surprised by Ahuv's visit, until it stated it's business. Mathias felt a sudden twinge of gratitude and some what flattered by the thought of being cared for. He remembered some what about Adarani. She is the Goddess of Love and well it shows here. He bent down and picked up the basket containing the rejuvenating fruit. He looked towards the crane with a warm smile. "Why I am grateful for such a thoughtful gift." Mathias spoke as he picked up one of the fruit. "It's amazing to think this could help me from just eating it." Mathias commented as he took a bite. It was sweet and refreshing from it's juices. He slowly placed the basket to the side as he looked at Ahuv.

"Well then kindly Ahuv, please send my regards to your Goddess." Mathias spoke in a friendly manner. As he continued to eat he began to feel more rested as if he slept. It was comforting to know that his kin have not all but forgotten about one another. In fact, now that he thought about it, perhaps Cragin was just as lonely and was happy to see Mathias at all, even if it was just business. It doesn't explain why he left so abruptly but he figured that he would be too busy to visit. It matters not, Mathias is revived and more ready to resume his work. "Well then if you don't mind my feathered friend I have some work that needs doing." Mathias spoke to Ahuv as he turned towards the land before him. Mathias noticed there was a grouping of mountains over yonder and felt it good to start there.

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At first, Adarani dd not know what to think. The stare she was given made her feel a little nervous. Overcoming her shyness, she spoke. "H-Hello? You are Cragin, are you not? I'm Adarani. Remember me from Hléradr?" Clearing her throat during a pause, the Goddess of Love continued. "I realize I should have talked to you before creating the Vitaiim over at the Sacriran Islands. You know, the islands to the south? Well, anyway, I'm sorry about that." She took a step closer and held out the basket. "The other reason I came is I have something that may help you and your people. It is an herb called Vitalita. When you make it into a drink, which I can show you how, taking a sip of it will speed up the healing process, plus give essential nutrients that help with endurance and your immune system."

Ahuv

Ahuv bowed his head once more. "Very well. I shall leave the basket with you. If you need help growing the Rejiv plants, just ask. Adarani and the Vitaiim will know what to do." With that, he flew back to the Central Vitaiim Monastery, the task a success. What he gathered from that encounter was Mathias was rather gentlemanly and proper. No doubt, Adarani would be impressed once he relayed to her the news of the conversation. For now, however, the Vitaiim needed some guidance. It would seem Mathias spread teachings to several monasteres on law and governing, and want Ahuv to help with organizing them based on those teachings. He knew exactly how Adarani would interpret them, being her companion, so he indulged the Vitaiim with knowledge on where their Goddess would stand on Mathias' words to them.

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As Mathias watched the blue crane take flight, he spoke of asking the Goddess of Love or her people to plant the fruit. Mathias considered the option and decided to spare the rest for a time when needed. Mathias took the basket and his thoughts past the mountain range he saw. When he made his way through the mountains until he came upon a vast valley. Taking in the sights of the majestic valley made Mathias feel at peace, it was then he decided this is where his people will begin. Mathias descended into the valley and traveled to a spot near a great lake. The lake was created from the far off waterfall towards the back of the valley. Mathias felt that them living near a fresh water source will be key to their survival. With vegetation and healthy soil this place seemed perfect for habitation. Mathias sat the fruit down and moved towards a clearing of sturdy ground, wishing to build their civilization away from the more damp soil.

Mathias began to create a body, similar in composition of the one he has and soon he created a masculine frame. It was plain with no features and was brown like the nearby wood. Mathias need to add some more distinct features and decided to add eyes, nose, mouth, and ears. The frame still felt naked and decided to add hair like his on top of it's head. The hair had no color besides plain white, and Mathias felt it needed color like his. Mathias tried to make the hair color brown, but it went wrong and the hue turned into a bright red. "Oh no that's not what I wanted..." Mathias mumbled to himself and went to correct it. The hair color then transformed into a mess of black, yellow, and blue. It looked worse than before. In a frantic hurry, Mathias reverted it back to the red color it once donned. "Well it looks better than anything else." Mathias commented. He then when to detail the body, creating a distinct cut of the body including hands, feet, and fingers and toes. He then went on to create the parts necessary for reproduction. Feeling a bit embarrassed for adding the extremity, Mathias decided to create an article of clothing specifically to cover it. He made an under garment but in fear of doing something else to screw it up, he created it separately.

Continuing his work he decided to give it a skin color. Going for the more fleshy, white color of his own he tried to replicate it. Like with the hair, he too messed up with the skin color and made them purple. Mathias sighed and shook his head. This was more difficult than he imagined. "You could help you know." Mathias spoke to Justice. Justice stirred and made a response. "My powers may be great but I haven't the power to create like you and the other Seedlings." Justice calmly spoke with the same stillness. "What do you mean?" Mathias asked a bit confused. "What I am saying is that the ability to make things come into existence is a power not gifted to me as with you and your kin." "But I have experienced many a great things you can accomplish." "True but none of it compares to what you are doing now." "I can never hope to create living beings...which is why I need you to carry out my will." Justice spoke and then the connection faded once more.

Mathias thought about Justice's words but decided to continue on with his project. He decided to create to color the eyes to give them for definition like he has seen with his brethren. He managed to create an iris and sclera and it was pretty blue.. He then made eyebrows and lashes to protect the eyes. Feeling content with his creation he placed his hand on the left pectoral and a surge of magic enter the frame to create life. The being took a quick inhale nearly choking and then stumbled about before brushing up against Mathias. The being lept back startled by his appearance and Mathias raised his hand. "Please do not be afraid my friend, I am Mathias and I am the one who brought you into this world." Mathias calmly spoke. The being merely shook his head, a bit nervously but cooperatively. "Good please place on this article of clothing I made for you." Mathias spoke referring to the under garment. The being picked it up and looked at it curiously. "Place your feet through it." Mathias directed point at the being's foot. Cooperatively, the being place both feet through it. "Good, now pull it up all they way to your waist." Mathias directed pointing at the garment and moving his finger up to his waist. The being did as directed. "Good and remember when in the company of others always have this piece of clothing covering the genitalia." Mathias spoke as the being nodded. Mathias still felt discontented with the look, as it still reminded him of the Ossis. He then remembered the robes the Vitaiim wore and decided more articles of clothing is necessary. Mathias created pantaloons for the legs, a tunic for the chest and arms, and finally shoes for foot protection. "Good now please place these articles of clothing in the areas described." Mathias went through the motions and the being was fully dressed.

"Spectacular!" "You are fully clothed!" "Remember being naked is indecent in public and it is considered proper and respectful to be fully dressed." Mathias spoke giving advice to the being. Although he didn't turn out the way he had hoped, he no less loved what he was able to make.

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Mathias was happy to see the two beings getting along. Earlier after admiring his work, he went to construct another for the being's companionship. He made a female entity that would keep the male of his people happy. Something else took root in him when he created the female being. Something to do with love and compassion previously not felt with the male. Of course he loved the work he did with the male ,but he wasn't this in tune as he was when designing the female. He took greater care in making her and gave her the same red hair color and purple skin color of the male. They made a perfect match.

All the while he did design all of the layers of clothing specific for the female body as well. After watching the two mingle, he felt a certain loneliness, it was surreal if anything. Still Mathias turned his head away as began to drown out his thoughts with work on another being. This time, feeling more confident in his skills, began work on another male. This time he experiment with things such as the hair, which he made black, the ears, which are made tapered compared to the round ears of the others, and the eyes, which he left a pearly white. While this one had no irises he still granted him the power to see despite the genetic difference. He had nearly finished his variant on the purple skinned being when another twinge of chaos reached the forefront of his mind. Mathias noticed the chaotic feeling of war once again, back south at the...Sacriran Islands?!

Was this yet, again, caused by Mathias' teachings? Has yet another wicked mind decided to use Mathias' principles as just cause for sinister deeds? Mathias worried he brought war to the peaceful people. All he wanted was to share knowledge not create problems. Mathias felt he must investigate but he cannot just leave the beings alone, especially with out first giving this one life. Mathias gave the newly constructed male life, and then handed him his clothes. " I apologize for the abruptness of this but please place these on." In haste he assisted the being in dressing himself. "Excellent, please meet with your people, I have some unexpected business to attend to." Mathias explained to the black-haired male. Before he left, he has yet to give them a name. Mathias felt his work would be half finished without a proper name to call them. Mathias tried to think but felt hard-pressed. He had to give them a name but not make it in such haste it seems uncared for. After some deep consideration he decided to call them by the area he chose for them to live in. "This is a valley and hereby forth your race shall be known as The Valeish!" Mathias declared. With a smile the Valeish returned him one as well. "Please! Don't go anywhere!" "I have much to share with you!" Mathias pleaded as he placed his hands in a (stay) gesture. With that Mathias took his leave of the valley.

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Mathias arrived at one of the islands twisted in a chaotic fervor. Mathias met with hostile Vitaiim and from there he gathered that he wasn't the cause for disturbance. No, something fowl was in the air, twisting the minds of these feathered mortals. Whatever the cause, they are being forced to do wrong, not chosen for themselves. This is something Mathias cannot abide...when free will comes into the question...whoever is so audacious enough to take it must be stopped. Mathias came up to three hostile Vitaiim, he was unsure of how to handle their ferocity without killing them. Still Mathias had to work quickly as their clawed hands reached for Mathias. Mathias quickly dodged the twisted Vitaiim, his speed greater than the mortals.

From what he can tell they seem to have no recollection of who he is. He knows that any mortal that found themselves in the presence of a god would not so boldly attack them, for they feared the power they have or they are respectful of their deities. These Vitaiim act as if maddened animals making delegations relatively impossible under such tense conditions. It would seem he would have to lay his hands on them for them to stop. He would like to avoid violence since he knows they are not themselves, but what can he do? He knows he can't use his full strength, despite how tough these Mortals are his strength is indubitably greater. Using too much could kill their weaker mortal frame or using too little might not stop them at all. Not having much time to plan out he drew his spear and as all three lunged at him, he blocked their claws with the pole of the spear. From their he flicked them away making them fall back a few feet away from him. This did little to stop them but now he has more room to maneuver, not to mention his weapon has the greater range. Mathias kept them back by keeping the spearhead pointed at them. While they are fierce they are not stupid, as they could sense drawing close could mean impalement.

Suddenly one of them flew up and the other quickly dashed to Mathias' side while distracted. The one in the air quickly dove at him intending to harm him while the other went to blindside him. Using his superior speed, he timed the impact and jumped away as the two Vitaiim collided hurting themselves in the process. As they were dazed the third flew over them at top speed heading for Mathias. Mathias sidestepped the Vitaiim and with the tail end of the spear, flicked it in the face of the Vitaiim sending it flying upwards. It soon came down with a thud on the ground knocked unconscious. The other two came around and flew at Mathias. Mathias quickly ducked his assailants and as they were forced to turn around, both where flicked in the face with pole of his spear. They were knocked back, both unconscious. Mathias gave a sigh of relief. "I hope I didn't crack any of their skulls." Mathias thought to himself.

If the situation was like this then he worried about the others unaffected by whatever was going on. As Mathias went to investigate further, he came to find the Vitaiim where hard at work countering whatever this insanity was. They were healing their brethren while establishing barriers to keep what seems to be the source of this commotion. A dark, ominous cloud looms about almost sentient in nature. Mathias knows not what could have caused this. They seem to have trouble lifting the cloud it would seem. Mathias isn't sure how to get rid of a rogue cloud, and it would seem his abilities are a bit useless with this type of situation. He could fight off these crazed Vitaiim but he can't cure what ails them. At this moment he is beginning to wonder what the Goddess of Healing is doing right now. Why isn't she here to aid her people? He wonders if she is busy with another island or not. Still Mathias should assist anyway he can. Mathias came up to the front lines and the Vitaiim where stunned to see him. "My lord." One of them stuttered. "Fret not yourselves with the the thought of why I am here, just know I am here to help." Mathias explained and the Vitaiim nodded. "Please great god of justice, help carry the wounded to a safe spot for medical aid!" One of them pleaded. Mathias nodded and went back in to find the injured and bring them past the barrier. Thanks to his strength he was able to carry back multiple bodies instead of one or two at a time.

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Kreios
Kreios felt his mind waver it would be good to have an ally, a friend but then he remembered what the others had done. He kept getting closer till he was in hands reach of the woman and said “I think that that would be a good idea” As he said idea he quickly shot a hand out of his back at her “to refuse, you really think that after trusting my siblings three times and being betrayed three times I would trust you again.” From the walls around them something broke through it was as three times as big dragons. It had the face of Kreios and from the east, the west, and the south came figures five times even the new Kreios size. “I would run none of these are my main body but all of us are equal in power to you here”

Clone of Kreios
The clone woke to see the site he was order less because his master seemed to be distracted with something. The armies of the Krul were marching down the mountain with the power of the sick and elderly in the village’s life force he crated earthen ships to take them to the island where the newest corrupted beasts were. He transported to the cloud and consumed some of it to regrow in him. As he looked out and saw the army curing the beasts. he spit in two creating a sickly looking creature leaving a mass the size of a giant crow with the magic objects he had. The sickly looking creature ran out into the fray of healers and yelled “for Master Aspestis” and exploded with a corrupting cloud. The crow flew away cawing in a way that would attract the dead army who started to swarm to the gathering feeding on any living plant or animal they came across to keep them in a fighting form.

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Mathias heard the words, “for Master Aspestis”, followed by an explosion and the medics on the field turning into the twisted versions of themselves. Mathias has no knowledge of a person called Aspestis, at least he can't recall ever meeting a person by such a name. Whoever it was, is it the fault of this Aspestis, why those are being driven mad? Mathias thought for sure something like this seemed more along the lines of Kreios or at least Genocide. Still, he can't recall any one of them having such a power as this. Still the time for contemplation is placed on hold, Mathias must hold back the infected before more blood is spilled. Mathias went to work beyond the barrier and defending those that managed to hold on as he stood in the path of the infected and those still normal. They attacked one after another but before they could gain ground Mathias twirled the spear around and struck the ground several times making them step back. They began to fly overhead.

Mathias quickly jumped up and swat at the airborne infected with the blunt end of his spear. Sending them back to the ground knocking them out. He couldn't maintain being in the air as he dropped to the ground to meet the claws of the ground assault. Mathias dodged and swat, dodged and swat, a repetitive but fluid motion. He began to clear the ground as the air soon grew thick with them. Some went for the barrier but found difficulty getting through it at all, while the rest attacked Mathias in a blind rage. Mathias dodged the swoops and struck those with the pole of his spear when he could. All the while his strikes were timed and controlled, in an effort to only incapacitate them, not kill them. He saw the regular Vitaiim fight off their deranged brethren, knocking them down and curing them. It was a slow-going effort but the Vitaiim are more resilient than anyone would think, well except for their Goddess. Thinking of her, she still hasn't appeared. Are these not her creations? Mathias felt bad leaving the oh so few he had, just to help the Vitaiim out, when they aren't even his creations. To think if the Valeish were under this duress, Mathias would be nowhere else but defending them.

Mathias did worry about them in the midst of this fighting, there was only three in the realm and he had to nurture their growth. Instead he's here helping out someone else's creations so they could continue their growth. Still, as much as he would like to be back in the valley, he understands his duty as the God of Justice, must stand here and seek an end to this injustice. Someone is behind this and if it is this (Aspestis) then Mathias knows who he must find and bring them forth to answer for their crimes. Mathias did his best to incapacitate the wave of infected. It seemed Mathias' work was buying enough time for the others, at least he hoped.

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Adarani could feel more loss, more corruption among her Vitaiim. It was so overwheming, she could hardly move. It was not until well into the battle in the Sacriran islands that she could finally bare it. No time left to waste, she turned into a dove and flew back. What she saw was terrifying: Vitaiim everywhere being corrupted. A repettitive wave back and forth between her creations of curing and corrupting. Above her head was the cloud which caused it all. Below, she saw Mathias. She landed right next to him, saying, "Sorry I'm late. I was busy at a trip to Cragin's forest, and kept from returning when the feeling of the Vitaiim's corruption immobolized me during most the battle."

Her eyes glowed silver, the power of Paradise swelling from her. It only took mere moments before the cloud disappeared. With it gone, she could now focus on curing the rest of the Vitaiim. One clap was all it took before the healing energy filled all the Sacrian Islands, on the ground, in the water, and in the skies. No diseased individual was missed. Now that no Vitaiim were crazed, it was now a matter of dealing with the Krul and the undead mass. The Vitaiim wasted no time. The ones cured still had their claws, which helped tremendously in combat, despite the fact it would be lethal to their foes. Now was the time to unleash the fire upon the ships.

The enemy fleet did not stand much of a chance. With the constant rain of fire pouring down, only one ship made it to the coast of an island. The other ships that landed earlier deployed hundreds of Krul and undead. The fire decimated the numbers, however, the Vitaiim with claws fighting the survivors. The healing magic they now regained also enabled them to release the undead from their torment and send them to the afterlives that awaited them. The Krul, however, were tougher to handle. The beings of metal took many of the hits while the Vitaiim who made the hits experienced pain from it, healing themselves to continue their attempts. Several died in in the battle, but not in vain. Many Krul perished.

Meanwhile, Adarani continued to unleash her power, making it impossible for Kreios to use his corruption powers a third time. It took thre more hours before the Battle of Sacrira was over. The Vitaiim were victorious, yet they suffered half a hundred casualties in the process. The Krul in the battle that were not killed realized that with Adarani among the Vitaiim, now, they could not continue. In that knowledge, and realizing Genocide would probably not have ordered the attack, to begin with, all the surviving Krul surrendered. There was no celebration among the Vitaiim, however. Kreios could return at any moment, and there were plenty of wounded on both sides to tend to. All wounded Krul and Vitaiim would brought inside the monasteries, the barriers still active. Nobody would go anywhere, for the time being.

Adarani returned to normal, opening a tiny portal to Paradise so to replenish her supernatural energy. Closing it once it was all replenished, she looked towards Mathias, her eyes showing every sign of gratitude. She took a step closer, leaned forward, and gave him a tight hug. "I cannot thank you enough!"

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Mathias knew that they were going nowhere. It seemed as many as he saved, there was always another to replace them. It didn't help any matters when Mathias felt a sense of impending danger coming from the sea. Before Mathias could continue the fight, Adarani finally appears. "Sorry I'm late. I was busy at a trip to Cragin's forest, and kept from returning when the feeling of the Vitaiim's corruption immobolized me during most the battle." She explains.
Perhaps, Mathias would have said otherwise, but perhaps he is more stronger in spirit? It matters not she is hear and now they can finally gain some ground. This cloud needs to be dealt with and before Mathias could give her an assessment of the battleground , Adarani was fast at work.

Adarani made the infectious cloud disappear, and then she went on to cure the deranged Vitaiim. It did not take her long to purify the isles of this infection. Before Mathias could relax another threat surfaced. He saw ship coming towards the shore, carrying the red skinned warriors of Genocide and undead soldiers. Mathias never saw the Krul but avoided their islands when he visited the Vitaiim. He could sense nothing but tension and a need for battle. Now here they come and with assistance no less! Mathias was unsure but the Krul didn't seem to be under the influence of the cloud so they must be acting on their accord. That at least gives Mathias permission to use deadly force. Before he prepared for the invasion, Adarani already began to repel their forces. The Vitaiim then created a rain of fire destroying the fleets, sending them to the bottom of the sea. Those that did make it, were quickly met with resistance from Vitaiim forces. It seemed even the Krul would fail.

After the undead were destroyed and the Krul surrendered, it seemed peace returned to Sacriran Islands. Mathias then gave a sigh of relief. Mathias didn't even need to lift a finger to end this mess. Mathias was quickly taken aback from the sudden hug by Adarani as she thanked. Mathias blushed a little at the sentiment and spoke, "Well, I worried I was the cause of this disturbance." Mathias began to explain. "You see it wouldn't be the first time my teachings caused war...*sighs*...I thought this was the second time it had happened." Mathias twiddled his thumbs. "Well I know I shouldn't say it, but I'm glad that I was not the cause of pain and suffering this time." "Still...I couldn't stand by and allow these people to attack each other against their will!" Mathias exclaimed. "But I have some evidence as to who was behind this injustice!" Mathias spoke excitedly. "While I had my earlier suspicious, recent evidence now places another suspect a (Master Aspestis)." Mathias explained when a soldier of this infection came and exploded before shouting the name. "I know not of this Aspestis but whoever the person is, should be worth investigating in to don't you agree?" Mathias asked Adarani.

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Adarani let go and listened to Mathias speak. Once he finished, she shook her head. "I met Aspestis when I saved Braun and Nylia from infection as they fought their way to him. He uses disease on people who want to feel bliss from their suffering, not to add to their misery. It is when mortals reject it that it does harm to the point of death. He said, after the battle, that he would work on a way to reduce that unwanted contact with disease from happening. Also, Aspestis' aura was not what I felt when the disease we saw afflicted the Vitaiim. It had to have been one of the Inferno deities. Genocide would never have ordered the Krul to attack the Vitaiim. He spared my life when I appeared in front of him, proving my theory that there is good in him correct. There is only one other infernal that I know who could have corrupted the Vitaiim. Kreios. Unless it was a deity we do not know about who is hiding his or her identity, that is the only possibility I see. I even sensed him when the Vitaiim were targetted."

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Mathias listened to her account with Aspestis. While he wasn't there, he would have to accept her words as truth. Perhaps the soldier was meant to lead him astray, away from the true mastermind. As Mathias stood there and listened to Adarani's words he felt an agreement with her deduction. "Yes, if what you say is true, which seems like truth to I, then it must be Kreios." "I did suspect him the perpetrator earlier." "We must find Kreios quickly and bring him forth to answer for his atrocities!" Mathias declared. Mathias watched to see the damage being repaired and it seems as all is in peace. Mathias now must apprehend Kreios and bring him for questioning.

"Adarani, may I ask for your assistance?" "I fear Kreios may not come quietly and I could use some help in convincing him otherwise." "He may listen to you better than myself and if things head the opposite way, I could really use the support of your healing abilities if I need to forcefully take down Kreios." Mathias paused as he stared with absolution and resolve in to her eyes. "Well that be satisfactory with you?" Mathias asked trying not to impose upon her.

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Adarani nodded at Mathias request, smiling. She wanted more than anything to ensure mortals' safety. "I can do more than heal if it comes down to it." Portals to Paradise opened, responding to the ordained Princess of the Upper Realm (Mathias had equal authority as Prince, as did Cragin, Braun, and Kylian) with equipment which attatched to her wrists, arms, and fingers at will before the portals closed again. Once the armguards were made ready, Adarani's dress was immediately transformed into something more suitable for combat: a light blue leotard which afforded her maximum movement, her shoes turning into brown leather boots knee-high. "I am also a martial arts expert. I taught the Vitaiim everything I knew about unarmed techniques, which you saw in action. They're rather handy when needed."

((I hope I didn't go overboard with that whole authority thing involving Paradise. >.<))

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Mathias nodded as he watched Adarani prepare for combat. He did not know that the Goddess of Love was skilled in combat as well. It's for the best he supposes, if one can prove themselves strong in anyway, it makes vile forces less willing to attack you. Mathias waited her until she was equipped and Mathias nodded once again, his face still serious. "Great!" "We must hurry, I feel Kreios has already left the sanctity of the Lower Realm." "We must find him before he causes any more trouble!" Mathias spoke, urgency in his voice. Mathias gathered his bearings and prepared to depart the Sacriran Islands. "We must travel North, I sense a huge amount of chaos in that direction." Mathias spoke as a golden aura enveloped him to carry off the islands and in quick fashion to find Kreios. "Let us hurry!" Mathias exclaimed as he bolted off for the north.

Mathias hoped Adarani was following or at least could sense the danger as well. He felt he could waste no time in finding Kreios, if there was destruction at the islands who knows what he is doing further north. Mathias traveled as swiftly as possible. When he gain further north, he came to a stopping point, the edge of the area of interest. He was outside the territories of Ossirix. It was here Mathias waited for Adarani. He would proceed further into those forests without aid. He could already sense Cragin would be on the scene as well. Mathias couldn't deduce whether that is good or bad. Sure, Cragin would be against Kreios attacking his people, but he may not let Kreios live in time for any procession. Besides he would hate to have to defuse an explosive situation if Cragin becomes enraged. That is another reason why he has Adarani with him. With them together they could perhaps defuse any such scenario. Still Cragin is difficult when it comes to delegations and regulations. He would rather punish Kreios than place Kreios on any trial to decide what course of action is best. Mathias remembers all to well the first time this happened. Yet, this time Mathias will be in control and hopefully it will go much smoother.

Still, with the collection of egos, it could be just another time bomb. Cragin would hardly want anything less than death if Kreios does something stupid, and this fighting could upset Adarani, in effect losing Mathias' only support. Mathias wishes that the other gods would have stepped into this trouble as well, but the only ones that have are himself, Cragin, and Adarani. Except for another he sensed enter the Lower Realm, it was that of Nylia, another Goddess he hadn't the time to meet as well. She was close to the God of the Seas, which comes to mention, he has been absent as well. It matters not, the gods handling this seem to be enough for this crisis. Mathias just prays if something else worse happens, they would rise to the occasion. Mathias anxiously waited for Adarani.

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Adarani rans as fast as she could, following Mathias at full speed. She hated fights, but realized that Mathias needed help with the investigation. She would not run off, this time, not with how much of a nuisance Cragin would be to the investigation and how powerful Kreios was. Justice had to be served properly and peacefully. If that is not possible, she will fight, this time. For the Vitaiim's sake, and that of mortals everywhere. There could be more than meets the eye, as far as she knew. If they could not capture Kreios, whatever unknown threat there was would remain anonymous, and all would be lost. It ddi not take long to catch up to Mathias.

"The corruption... I can feel Kreios' aura. He must be somehwere close." Focusing harder on the aura, she said, "It appears he is using one of the Ossrix as bait or something. I think he is waiting for somebody to attack and cause an explosion. I think Cragin is there, too. His emotions indicate is is plannign on killing Kreios. We better hurry." She ran in the direction of the aura. "Come on!"

Once she came within several meters of the pair about to fight, she shouted, "Alright, you two! This fight has gone on long enough!" Her voice was one of conviction rather than her usual demeanor. "Mathias and I are here to bring Kreios in for questioning! There could be more going on than meets the eyes, and an investigation is in order! He will stand trial, as he should have, in the first place!" She got into her stance in case a battle did occur.

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Mathias noticed Adarani showed up. As he assumed she too could notice the chaos brewing deep in Ossirix. Before Mathias could comment she ran off towards the vicinity of this mess. Mathias followed closely behind her. As he reached the center of the Ossirix nation and could see a tense situation unfolding. Kreios holds perhaps a hostage? No, a trap. Apparently Kreios was hoping for Cragin to come near him ,and whatever his plan is it can't be good. "Adarani!" "Back away Kreios!" Mathias called out to her not wanting her to be harmed in the crossfire.

Mathias looked back and forth from Cragin and Kreios not saying a word. Mathias was analyzing the situation, at the moment he knew Kreios will not come quietly, especially if he thinks what he has will stop them. They are going to have to take away Kreios' sense of security before they can even begin to apprehend him. Otherwise, if Kreios believes he has other options besides answering for his crimes, then he will take it. "Cragin!" Mathias called out to his hooded kin. "We need to stop whatever Kreios is planning, I don't want to have any more casualties because of him!" Mathias exclaimed. It seems already Cragin has been fighting Kreios and it would seem the time to finish it has come. Mathias wants it to end as well, but he doesn't like how Kreios is acting. He wants to use that bloated Ossis in the fire for something.

Mathias was trying to come up with some sort of plan and then he came up with an idea. He wasn't sure if it would work and if not, he could come up with another plan. Mathias motioned for Adarani to come near as he wants to run his idea by her. If he even has time to say it and execute it that is. The situation is already too tense and it seems it's as ready to explode as the bloated Ossis. Kreios at this moment is unpredictable, which makes it difficult to even do anything besides attack. Which works to whatever advantage Kreios has in mind. Mathias then began to wonder if it was another explosion like the minion from earlier. If another cloud does come forth then Adarani could handle it. Which means Kreios' plan is already nullified. If it isn't then who knows what it is.

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Cragin would be aware of the expanding corpse, the desecration of his child beyond injustice. The appearance of his sister, and brother. He cringed, baring his teeth at the sound of her very voice, the sense in which she talked.

"We need to stop whatever Kreios is planning, I don't want to have any more casualties because of him!" Cragin would remain alert, listening to Mathias and all that was about them.

The Ossis would seem to snap, and come to reason, as if by some higher calling, they would begin pulling away into the vast forests.

His voice would come from the air, equally strong though silent in the ears of all. It would be stoic and leave no room for discussion as his gaze remained upon Kreios. Though his ears would be perked, ready to react to anything and everything.

"Mathias, brother, any intervention without my consent will be met with more violence." It would stop a moment then return, as if it had been in thought. "If she comes close, she will be condemned as well." It would catch in the wind leaving a low whistle as it faded.

All the while the branch would remain pointed, ever accusing at the chest of Kreios, the child God.

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Adarani backed up as Mathias told her to, not believing what Cragin said. "Cragin, my Vitaiim were the target of corruption and invasion! I have a right to intervene! Don't forget: Mathias is the God of Justice. I won't tell you this, again: stop fighting!"

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As Mathias watched Adarani back up he noticed the Ossis leaving. Something was going on and the source of it, had to be the God of the Wilds. Cragin stood there facing Kreios as the air seemed to brush up against Mathias' ears, the voice of his brother clear. "Mathias, brother, any intervention without my consent will be met with more violence." It would stop a moment then return, as if it had been in thought. "If she comes close, she will be condemned as well." Mathias listened and began to rethink his previous plan. At the moment he couldn't risk confrontation with Cragin, no Kreios is the main threat and must be dealt with. Mathias began to think of that tyrant Cragin killed and thought this was yet again the same event.

While he considered his next move, he noticed Adarani acting up in a startling way. Mathias knows when Cragin speaks, he generally means what he says. While he never fought or even gauged Cragin's combat skills, he knows that he trains his body constantly from the wars his people face. Mathias was more surprised by the sudden change in personality from Adarani as she spoke against her brother, "Cragin, my Vitaiim were the target of corruption and invasion! I have a right to intervene! Don't forget: Mathias is the God of Justice. I won't tell you this, again: stop fighting!" While Adarani made sense to him, he knows he couldn't risk inter fighting, while Kreios still remains at large. Mathias approached Adarani and spoke.

"Listen, Adarani." Mathias calmly but firmly spoke. "Now is not the time to incite fighting amongst each other." "I know if you proceed down this path, then you shall be causing more unnecessary problems." "Please, do not be upset with Cragin, he is not our enemy, the true enemy is right there!" Mathias pointed at Kreios. "If we want to see Kreios stopped then we must be able to work together, if not then Kreios will most certainly take advantage!" "We can't risk him escaping, otherwise he will hurt your people and other people again." Mathias reasoned with Adarani. He wasn't sure if she would respond favorably but he at least gave her what he believes to be the smartest course of action. Mathias found it unwise to engage on a fight on two fronts. Especially if it is with our ally. Justice must be served but it won't if this happens. Mathias could only hope Adarani would listen.

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Adarani listened to what Mathias said, her head downcast when she thought it over. "I... I'm sorry. I'm still shaken by all that has happened. First the Hall, then Sacrira, and now this forest. Is there no end to the malice?" When she looked up at Cragin, a tear came down her right eye. A quick glance to Mathias, and she nodded. Her eyes facing Kreios, she maintained her stance, ready for whatever may come.

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Mathias felt content at the moment to hear that Adarani has decided to back down. He was glad this didn't become more out of hand than it already is. Now hopefully they can focus on taking down Kreios. He is relying on hope though that Cragin will allow assistance. If they can combine together they can most certainly take down Kreios instead of facing him alone. Mathias continued to listen to Adarani and looked at her with compassion. "I understand all the wrong that has been done has upset you, but your not the only victim Kreios has made." Mathias softly spoke. "Cragin too, is protecting and avenging the wrong done to his people as well." Mathias spoke as he look towards him. "So the least we could do for him is to respect his conditions." Mathias spoke turning back to Adarani.

Mathias watched the two gods, carefully waiting for some sort of signal. He knows he can find Cragin stubborn at times, but he isn't unreasonable. One wrong move on Kreios part and this could be over. Mathias watched Kreios, a bit anxious of the god's intentions. He knew sooner or later Kreios will do something that will enrage the parties here and the time for words will be over. Still there wasn't much to say and after this time not hearing a word from Kreios, made Mathias uneasy. Was he planning something or is he perhaps frightened? Both could be possible.

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Cragin knew, felt the essence that they were saying something, heard the murmurs, and yet couldn't make out what was said. He didn't fret or struggle, but dismissed it completely. It would not break up his concentration, his commitment, he had long since been gradually building up energy for an attack, and no doubt they wished to subdue, Kreios. For their trials and what not. While he sympathized with the Vitaiim, he only felt a steady objection to Adarani, and her petty threat. if she wished to fight she would do so. She would throw herself upon him, and he would fight back without remorse.

His only hesitation was respect, for Mathias, and his brother's noble, if not odd and unreasonable goal. And it was this bond that had him wishing to aid him, support his brother. He would begin to circle Kreios, the God inactive and troubled seeming. Perhaps this was the opportune time to strike; but he wouldn't. The branch would twirl within his fingers, still held out at arms length and over all focused upon Kreios. Snapping back it would begin to flare with a pale green and striking silver glow. His stance would be steady, maintained, light footed and ready to evade any sudden attack.

His voice would appear once more, low enough only for Mathias' ear. "Soon then."

All the while Kreios and the body would remain the object of Cragin's view.

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Mathias noticed the whisper in his ear, as if Cragin stood next to him. It was always an odd and unsettling feeling to him but at least he knows what's going on with Cragin. Mathias looked over to Adarani, he wasn't sure if he disclosed the information to her or not. From what he could gather it would seem he means to keep her in the dark. Mathias wondered why Cragin seems to have such an negative view on Adarani. Why is he so quick to exclude her? If he's worried that she can't handle herself, then he would find out he would be wrong. Some how that wasn't it. Mathias couldn't figure it out, Adarani seems like a kind, respectable person and she can fight. Why does Cragin have such opposition against her? What has she done to make Cragin feel this way about her?

Mathias felt bad about keeping her excluded, he is the one that brought her with him after all! Mathias confided in her to ask for her help and now he would doubt her because Cragin doesn't approve of her? This made Mathias feel very bad, but if Cragin so openly opposes her then he can't afford to anger him, not now. They were close to ending Kreios and if it's ruined...Mathias was heavily conflicted. Mathias has to go through with this, for all of their sakes. For the Vitaiim, for the Ossis, and even for his own burgeoning race. If Kreios escapes then the Valeish could be targeted next time, and Mathias cannot allow that to happen. Mathias merely nodded in accordance with Cragin. He prepared himself.

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Cragin would catch the nod out of the corner of his eyes and the pale collection of colors would surge down the branch, he would disappear in a collection of light, his eyes never leaving Kreios until that last millisecond before he was gone. The Realm would seem to stop in silence for the fractions of the second, the broken time of the moment, as yet another Godly battle was about to ensue. The fate of it all resting on the unavoidable actions of the Godly beings here. Mathias had seemed to hesitate and cringe with emotion before the silent agreement, and perhaps that foreboded something else.

His aim was to teleport, release one surge of power in one powerful strike. Kreios would hardly have time to react before the attack made contact, likely flinging clay everywhere, but also leaving him in pieces, and easily there after. Keeping him apart, battering away more, with such precise ferocity, articulate in maneuver that soon he would be subject to easy capture.

He felt it was a simple plan, and one that wouldn't cause any long term damage to his kin, but would allow for him to be brought forth. Though he was quite sure that whatever the result, he wanted blood for that spilled of his children. No matter the bond to the child, or the relation between him and Mathias, or him and Adarani, or even Acanthus. The metaphorical blood, that Cragin himself shared, would be spilt.

However simple it seemed, or he planned it to be. Bypassing the bloated body, Kreios was sharper than he remembered and as he phased at lightspeed through the very air, subject to particles of change. The desecrated, lifeless, burning body, exploded.

It was sudden, and he had not the time to react, as the force was so tremendous. He appeared from the air, with the force of the blast, his own pale glow overshadowed by that of the ferocious dark blast.

He was sent spiraling back, dark matter splattered across him leaving deep burns in the armor of his being. His branch would clatter a few feet from him, and he would fall past it, hitting once, rising with the impact and clattering away. Dazedly he would raise his head, worms of his subconscious clouding his vision. As the spurratic force squiggled along his vision. He would close his eyes once, pulling them open, clawing at the ground, and then looking up to see Kreios before being pulled under.

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Mathias watched as Cragin decided to attack. For a moment in time, Cragin disappeared from Mathias' sight, vanished into thin air. Mathias was unsure of Cragin's battle strategy and half-wishes he told him more. Still, Cragin is Cragin and it would seem Mathias needs to be ready to launch at a moment's notice. As time seemed to move ever so slowly, the sounds of battle would be heard. A ghastly explosion occured and while Mathias shield himself and Adarani from the debris, he saw Cragin fall back. He was violently thrown from the blast and he hit the ground hard. Cragin seemed to be in a daze, obviously incapacitated at the moment and he could see Kreios reacting. Mathias charged in not thinking, he wasn't going to allow Kreios to attack a man when he's down.

Mathias stood between Kreios and Cragin, clay and mud dripping like rain drops. Mathias was a bit nervous, this being the first time he stood up to one of his brethren in such fashion. Mathias drew his spear and the apparent dissatisfaction show on Kreios' face. Kreios launched a mud tendril at Mathias. Mathias quickly dodges the mixture of earth and water, just to be quickly hit by it. Like a whip it snapped across Mathias' plated chest. It forced him back a few inches from Kreios. The pain more like throb as if he was slapped. Kreios smiled as he launched several more of these appendages. Mathias quickly dodged them as one came in hot. Mathias twirled his spear and cut the tentacle in half. The rest receded while the other half fell as if it was made of metal. Then it shattered to pieces. The remains then was quickly called back by Kreios as the tendrils continued to attack. Mathias did a series of dodge and slash, for each of Kreios' attacks. And more and more the tendrils receded just to reform once again.

This was getting Mathias no where, as he began to curse that malleable body of his. Mathias then used magic to elongate the spear as he made a quick sweep knocking Kreios off his feet. Kreios fell as the clay shattered and receded within him. Mathias used this chance to rush up to Kreios, closing the gap between them. While running the spear returned to it's original length and Mathias did a quick kick into the face of Kreios. This made the clay god skid a little. Kreios slowly stood up rubbing his face. Mathias wasted no time to close the gap again. This time however Kreios planned this and quickly caught Mathias in a grip of moving mud. Mathias' torso was completely covered and he could feel Kreios slowly lifting him up. Kreios gave a sick smile and laughed. Kreios then slammed Mathias to the ground, over and over again.

Kreios then quickly stopped as Mathias noticed the mud beginning to rise. Kreios means to drown him. Mathias struggled but couldn't break free from his grasp. Just as it seemed he would be done for Mathias quickly spoke, "Sorry brother but you leave me no choice." Mathias elongated the spear once again and this time it impaled Kreios' head. Kreios seemed to have a look of complete shock as this happened and then the clay fell apart as it turned into a puddle of mud. Mathias feel to his knees and took deep breaths. "That was too close for comfort." Mathias muttered. "Why did you have to make me do that Kreios?!" Mathias yelled as if appalled by what he did. Mathias slowly stood up and before he noticed Kreios gave another laugh. "What!?" Mathias quickly turns around only to be met with a fist made of mud. Mathias was launched from the force of Kreios' punch and made contact with the trunk of tree. The impact hit Mathias' back hard as he fell down, dropping his spear a few inches from him. The impact even made the tree chip off a great chunk of the bark, as it landed on the downed Mathias. Mathias struggled to rise as he hoped he bought enough time for Cragin to rise himself.

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Cragin would groggily awaken, rising in an exhausted manner, until he had risen to his feet, quivering and shaking as a wolf whipping dirt from it's fur. The dark matter would have left deep black gashes in his torso, crisp dirt clinging to him in places of clothe. His vision wavered and the world seemed to spin for moments before he looked over, a deep "Crack!" could be heard as Mathias hit a tree nearby. Cragin would see Kreios, a bit more unkempt and clay-like than usual. His body seeming malformed and disposed, as even he was faltering after the effort. His elasticity worn with fatigue.

He would maintain silence for a moment, watching as Kreios took one now confident, if not keenly child-like stride toward Mathias. Looking to end him as he was pinned. Cragin slowly walked forward and as Kreios made another step forward, closing the distance between himself and the God of Justice. In a shimmer of silver he would appear wild eyed tearing chunks of clay from the reforming, human form of Kreios. The two elements of flesh and clay opposing one another in the sight. It would be flashes of movement, fueled by brooding rage.

The phasing beast of the once naive and in ways, pleasant God would shrink to a loud, boisterous mess of clay and clumps of humanity. It would appear in a distant form to be the crying of a young toddler. It would lurch and suddenly as the few seconds passed, it would wear down and Cragin suddenly would falter as his fists were pulled, his legs pulled. His body would quake, matching as he swelled with anger and resolution, ripping a hand free a shroud would appear, and in seconds as he was dragged forth a vast wave of the clay would appear seeming as a featureless face appearing to end him. He would with all capable movement, shove the hand down the throat of this imaginary beast.

Noticeably it had once contained a seed and as the body quaked suddenly now with new vigor and hyperactivity, it's grip would slacken, Kreios would falter. And suddenly a root would appear to sprout from some lower corner of it's mass, crawling beneath the ground with adamant repose. Cragin would pull himself from the slackening grip as suddenly a branch would erupt from the top of the Beast's formless "head." The body would seem to crawl and maneuver, as to escape, only pieces managing. And as a bulk of it would form up in a desperate attempt to grab him, Cragin would grit his teeth letting out a low snarl, dipping back with his hands sinking into it he would sling it, deep into the woods it would hit and bang against the trees, as he did so he would fall back, catching himself by his hands. Weak from the endeavor. A tree had grown in the place of Kreios, the size of an oak, with strange hanging vines, and a white-silverish color. Clay would hang off of it, and as fruits it would appear clay had fallen from the branches.

Cragin would pull himself up once more stumbling toward the tree, Mathias seemed to be trapped under. They had at most several minutes before enough of the clay reformed to be able to put up a final stand. And thus limited time to accomplish the capture.

His voice would appear from the depths of the ever dark hood. Loud and pleading. "Mathias, are you alright?" He would fall upon the trunk, clinging to it, grunting with effort at trying to lift it with his damaged strength. He would pull an arm away to hit Mathias softly to encourage the man to aid him, before continuing the desperate effort.

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Mathias mumbled as he heard sounds, terrible sounds. Whatever is going on, it must be Cragin. Mathias' vision was blurred, the shot given by Kreios did more to him than he thought. Kreios definitely became more stronger than he thought. Mathias struggled to rise and when he thought he could he tumbled. Before anything else could happen, he felt clay wash over him like a wave of water and soon a great weight came upon him. Mathias knew not what it was and his vision appeared to have gone dark. That was until he heard Cragin.

"Mathias, are you alright?"

Mathias felt the weight some what lifted as light shone in to reveal Cragin, trying to lift something. Whatever it was, it was on top of him. He could feel Cragin hit him softly, obviously needing his help. Mathias gathered his bearings and while in his mind he didn't seem all there he began to lift from under. Using his godly strength he began to lift nearly uprooting the tree. Thanks to their combined efforts Mathias jolted out with a hand on his spear from the tree. Mathias took even deeper breathes of air. Now he knows what it's like to not only suffocate but be buried alive. Mathias let out a hacking cough and then turned to see a huge tree with hanging vines standing before them. Mathias looked to see what appears to be clay hanging off it. This must have been what became of Kreios.

Mathias turned to his brother and spoke, "Thank you...*gasps*...Cragin!" Mathias spoke sincerely. Mathias looked at the tree and wonders if that was the end of Kreios. When he drew nearer he could still feel Kreios' presence, he doesn't appear to be actually dead. Mathias turns to Cragin. "So...*coughs* how long do you think that will hold him?" Mathias asked hoping this was over for now.

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"It holds only pieces of him. It could hold a solid form or liquid for ages." He would falter in the stoic tone. Standing determined though his knees threatened to buckle beneath him. He would stare defiant at the tree, prepared still for combat. "He's neither, and so he will form quite quickly, though unless the tree is destroyed, he will never recover his full strength." Cragin would shake still quietly with anger, an anger threatening to overcome him. His strength was depleted to the point of him nearly crumpling over. His body a wreck of burn scars and seeming slightly dented at the left pectoral and right thigh.

He would walk, his body erupting with pain, though maintaining his stature to his branch, bending low and scooping it from the ground. Immediately he felt a slight raise in power. Though it wasn't nearly enough to have him fully operational, it relieved the pain and allowed him to stand with a new determination. "The trouble will be collecting enough of the pieces, and caging him so that a representation of his human form will be maintainable." His speech would seem to be choked in places as if speaking so much had an adverse effect on his strength. As if it lapsed in the effort. He would resolve himself to stop speaking. Grunting through the pain to the small Sylvan tree.

He would need Mathias to aid him in this effort, he would peer over looking to Adarani in the sky. His body would be peculiarly nonchalant, still prepared to fight. He hoped this would not be in vain, and that Mathias, the brother of Justice, would benefit from it in some way shape or form.

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Mathias gave a heavy sigh. He rubbed his face and then grasped his spear tightly. "Well if Kreios is still coming at us we need to hurry and finish him." Mathias commented as he looked towards Cragin. Mathias wasn't sure what happened while he was out but Cragin looked beat. Didn't take a lot of effort to guess this fight has taken it's toll on Cragin. Mathias wished he could do more, until he thought of Adarani. Mathias noticed her still there from afar and as Cragin spoke he could tell he was fatigued. He couldn't even speak correctly, he was injured and he needs help now. Mathias knew Cragin was trying to brush it off, but he will do no good to anyone if he collapses here and now. Mathias approached him.

"Look here," Mathias paused, "I know you won't like this but you need some medical treatment." "I mean Adarani is right over there, if you just ask or even I could ask and I'm sure she will heal you." Mathias spoke trying to reason with Cragin. Mathias doesn't know what Cragin's problem is with the Goddess of Love, but if he expects to continue he needs to let her heal him. Mathias even felt tempted to ask for him anyway. He wasn't sure if his pride would allow him to ask for himself. Still, Mathias awaited to hear a response.

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Cragin's gaze would become feral cast upon Mathias as if to answer the question. He would raise his hand as if to motion no. He would rest his hand upon the tree, slightly revitalized, though his only true healing would come from rest. He would turn leaning against it, holding up his left hand, skillfully he would work at crafting from the branch and that of the tree, creating a solid box, edged with ethereal power. It would be rather large and there would appear to be no seems my means of construction. He would grit his teeth in frustration. He was no blacksmith, nor craftsman. He relied on his Godly powers, and ability to create, hoping only this would restrain the pieces of Kreios they gathered long enough for them to get him somewhere for the trial.

He would finish leaving one side agape. Immediately he would pull himself from the tree, something within his body cracking with the effort. He would silently go about picking up the larger pieces of clay and placing them in the box. And as the mass grew thus larger it would seem that other clay pieces had found themselves within, clinging to it as they struggled to reform. Once they had a large collection. Cragin would create the cover. Sealing it to a level it could not be breached from within. Placing a lock upon it, of a shining black metal, coating it with ethereal protection, he would fashion the key, and then hold it out to Mathias.

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Mathias noticed the sudden opposition to his suggestion. This only made Mathias more curious as to why he feels this way about her. Mathias watched Cragin craft what appears a box of sorts. He watched Cragin struggle a bit with it's creation. From there he could see what Cragin was planning, he was going to place as many of the pieces he could find inside. Mathias helped gathered pieces as Cragin placed them inside the box. Mathias then noticed him silently gathering the larger pieces and placing them inside. Once Cragin finished he sealed the box and placed a black metal lock upon it. He saw him make the key and the he held out the box of Kreios to him.

Mathias took it and the key. He hooked the key on a chain connected to his belt. Mathias looked at the box and hoped it would contain Kreios. Mathias looked at Cragin and could see he was extremely weary, he could pass out any moment. Mathias didn't feel all that great either, his back felt like it was on fire from the pain. He hit it pretty hard. Made a big indent in the tree next to the Sylvan. Despite back injuries Mathias tried to alleviate both their worries. To make even more difficult to escape for Kreios, he was given permission to use some of the power of Justice itself, as golden energy flowed from his arms, to his hands, and all around the box. The golden aura forced the box to shrink considerably, forcing more pressure on an enclosed space. Not only was it more portable, it proved a greater cage for Kreios.

Mathias kept the box under his arm as he drew another heavy sigh. "Well it's over for now." Mathias commented. He placed a hand on his back as he felt a sudden twinge of pain. "I hope this box contains him, long enough to get a trial started." "He is going to answer for his crimes one way or another." Mathias spoke talking more to himself than to Cragin. Mathias decided to lean on his spear for the moment and catch a breather from the previous battle. If this is going to happen more often then Mathias needs to train. If another chaotic deity decides to show themselves, then Mathias needs to be in peak condition. This battle with Kreios showed him that much.

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Adarani was unsure what to do. She wated to help, yet did not want to make matters worse. She just remained in her stance, ready and willing out in combat if they asked. Still, she was relieved when Kreios was defeated. Whe she saw the shape Mathias was in, she attemped to use her healing powers to relive the pain from Mathias. She was not sure if it would work, but at least it was worth a shot. "I'm glad that is over with." She glanced over at Cragin. "Look, I know you did not like it when I fled from the Hall or claimed land for the Vitaiim without first consulting you. I just hate it when mortals and immortals bring pain to each other. Granted, I really wanted to beat up Kreios for targetting my Vitaiim the way he did, though I would never kill. All I wanted was peace, and now that, after the banishing of Kreios and Genocide, my measures to ensure that hoped-for-peace have failed, I honestly do not know what I should do, anymore. There could be hope for Genocide to have a change of heart, yet. I made some progress in that regard. It sounds foolish, I know, but it is worth a try to get him to mend his violent ways through showing at least some kindness." Her head was downcast. "I'm sorry for threatening you. I really am. I don't know what came over me."

She next spoke to Mathias. "You see, I was never just talking about myself when I mentioned all the malice. What I meant was I did not like it when anybody fueded or tried to kill each other.It's disrespectful to mortals and immortals, alike." As Adarani spoke, she continued her attempt to heal Mathias.

((ignore Aamani))

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Cragin would simply ignore her as gnat at his ear. Though noticeably the hood would shake silently, the darkness within growing more tense at the sound of her voice. He would rest against the tree. Calculating inaudibly the distance between himself and Adarani, and the distance between her feet and the ground. He would not trust her, for the fool who out of ignorance fails, fails regardless. He would not turn a blind eye to that. And any friend of Genocide's, was an enemy. He simply twirled the branch, despite the present exhaustion it would seem the medial motion was worth the slight effort to calm him.

He would only address Mathias, turning to look at his brother as he spoke. "I would like to be present at this trial," he would seem to struggle with the word as if at the moment of speech he didn't quite understand it. "I won't allow it here in Ossirix, and feel we should meet on even ground." Such a long string of words were drawn out with his difficulty in means of talking.

His mind would suddenly fill, and in moments the Ossis would return. Their army marching foremost, loosely protecting the villagers. The people would be in shock and awe at the sight of the Gods. And many would hold their hands to their chests for many moments before moving on. The army would form up, a couple hundred men baring various weapons in a loose formation roughly fifteen feet away, backing their creator. At the front of the mass were four large werewolves, all of which snarling and brooding at the ready for anything that may befall their lands.

((The last part would be a process, not happen suddenly. But have been happening slowly and now progressed to this point.))

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Mathias was grateful that Adarani began to heal him, he didn't even ask her too. As he stood there he felt his back gradually becoming better, still the pain is a reminder of the necessity to remain strong. He listened to Adarani speak to Cragin and upon hearing her, figured out that is what troubles him. He didn't like it when she fled the Hall and he definitely must not like the fact she was friendly with Genocide. Mathias would feel concerned for her, getting close to Genocide at all. From what he can tell, he is no good and will do much to bring about conflict. Does Adarani really think Genocide would change his ways? He is the God of War after all. It would be like someone trying to make Mathias commit crimes. He simply just can't do that no sooner than Genocide could stop war mongering.

Still, he finds her cause noble, even if it does seem futile. She then spoke to him. "You see, I was never just talking about myself when I mentioned all the malice. What I meant was I did not like it when anybody fueded or tried to kill each other.It's disrespectful to mortals and immortals, alike." As Adarani spoke, she continued her attempt to heal Mathias.

"I understand what you mean." "But sometimes conflict is unavoidable, trust me if I could have found away around not fighting Kreios I would!" "But he wouldn't listen to reason, so we had to fight." "I'm sorry if it made you upset but it was necessary to complete the goal we set out to accomplish." "See?" Mathias spoke as he shook the box towards Adarani's direction. "We did it." "I also apologize for leaving you out of the fight, but at the moment it was the most wisest decision I could make." "With that we had Cragin as an ally instead of an enemy, we wouldn't be able to complete our goal without his help." Mathias spoke explaining himself. He then heard Cragin speak. "I would like to be present at this trial,

"You would?" "Well that's splendid!" Mathias spoke with cheer. He didn't expect Cragin would want anything to do with it, but he certainly is more than welcomed to. He also has grievances with Kreios. "I won't allow it here in Ossirix, and feel we should meet on even ground." Such a long string of words were drawn out with his difficulty in means of talking.

Mathias listened and considered his words. "Of course, we'll take it off Ossirix soil." "Hm not sure where we should go." Mathias began to ponder the question. "Well we could take it to Hléradr again but I don't think Acanthus would appreciate it after last time." Mathias continued to rack more options. Then as if on cue Justice spoke to Mathias. "I believe it is time to christened the Hall of Justice." Justice spoke. ["You mean?"] "Yes, one of the buildings we made in Paradise is in fact a courthouse, made for an occasion such as this." Justice finished as he presence disappeared from Mathias' mind. Mathias turned his attention to everyone.

"Well I have a suggestion, um we could take this to the Upper Realm." "I have a place we can have it at and well, it would serve as equal grounds for us and it will restrict Kreios from doing anything dastardly." Mathias spoke as he looked at the box. "What do you my kin, think?" Mathias asked.

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Adarani listened to what Mathias said and nodded. "I realize that."

Listening to the two men speak, she got out of her stance and waited for a chance to speak, based on what they say. Mathias' words made sense, as usual. Kreios would not be able to do much in Paradise, which gave them the advantage. The courtroom would serv as an excellent place for trials. This would be the first time the Goddess of Love actually entered the Upper Realm, rather than just open portals to the place.

Nodding, she said, "I can open a portal to Paradise. Just a moment." As she spoke, she immediately got to work on a portals big enough for everyone to walk through. She did not know where the courtroom was, exactly, which was why she glanced over to Mathias and said, "After you."

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Mathias looked at the portal and it seemed more enjoyable to travel by that instead of using Justice. Mathias noticed his back was feeling much more better, it still throbbed but it's certainly not debilitating. He could move with much more comfort. Mathias noticed Adarani wished from him to continue, which would make sense since none of them knows where it is. "Of course." Mathias stepped up to the portal. "Cragin, Adarani, follow me." Mathias spoke as he stepped through still clutching the box tightly. Mathias entered the Upper Realm in all of it's unending glory. Truly, Mathias never felt so comfortable in a place. From there Mathias searched the idyllic landscape and spotted the highest tower in the distance.

"Please follow me we will come to a white stone road that will lead us to the Halls of Justice, which I think is what we've decided to call them." Mathias spoke almost as if unsure of his own thoughts. "Anyway come along." Mathias spoke as we waved his arm forward. Mathias traveled to the established road which led him to the large complex of buildings. All of which had a white and gold scheme to the architecture. Including stone, tile, and marble. There were many pillars, and trees, and bushes, and fountains. It all appeared tranquil yet strangely firm at the same time. Mathias looked around and spotted the courthouse. It was a large, domed building towards the southwest corner of the complex. The Halls were in fact a series of buildings, with pathways, and gardens, and courtyards. The buildings were all rather large and pristine. It certainly was a sight to behold. Mathias followed the path towards the courthouse. Mathias came to a stop in the central courtyard, and sat on a white, marble bench and waited for the others.

The courtyard was made of white cobblestone, with an outer most layer of gold trimming. In the center was the largest fountain in the Halls and before them was a large, rectangular building. White steps led up to it and in the front where large doors, tucked behind tall pillars. It was certainly another sight to behold. This was the center most building and the reason why the place is called the Halls of Justice, for this is the actual Hall. This however is not the courthouse as it is placed off to it's right side. Mathias awaited so he does not lose them in this place.

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((What you see in the second paragraph involving Cragin is just all the inner thinking Adarani is going through. She will calm down and think clearly, after a bit of time. Just be patient. (; ))

Adarani followed Mathias as instructed. What she saw was breathtaking. Yards, fountains, towers, all of it was unlike anything she could have imagined. The deceased among her Vitaiim would certainly enjoy themselves here, should they come across the Halls of Justice. Mathias definitely had great finesse for architecture. It was a shame the Goddess of Love could not make any sort of building quite as magnificent, though she could compensate by creating serene gardens and villages. Perhaps she could consult Mathias on doing that when there was time.

For now, she had to get to the trial to give her testamony, which would hopefully lead to a satisfactory result on what should be done. What happened was traumatic, weighing down on her. She never expected to be the target of someone she did not even try to hurt. What was Kreios thinking? What was Cragin thinking, treating her like an enemy when she arrived in front of him and Kreios, after all her effort since the Hall to diffuse the situation and prevent a war? She would have a hard time forgiving the God of the Wild for that, for the next few days. For the moment, however, the trial had to begin soon.

She found Mathias in front of the actual Hall of Justice, a sight to behold, to say the least. This was by far the grandest out of all the monumental structures. Admiring would have to wait, though. Cragin needed to catch up to them, so Adarani sat next to the God of Justice.

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Adarani figured Cragin would be a while due to his appparant distrust of her, so she decided to bide time by talking to the God of Civilization. "Mathias?" She glanced at him with her innocent-looking eyes. She may have lost some of her innocence, yet there was still some part of her that was innocent. "This whole city you made is rather impressive. I didn't even think such architecture was even possible." A tiny, closed-mouth grin appeared while she looked towards her lap, her shyness kicking in, again. "You know... um... I could help build villages with serene landscapes and forests surrounding them, so the dead who come to Paradise have more places to choose to live in. My powers of fertility enable me to grow plants. They can also help women who want to raise families, but that's getting a little off-topic." Her gaze turned toward Mathias, again, her closed-mouth smile a warm one. "You think we could create those villages and landscapes in this realm, after the trial?"

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Mathias was deep in thought, his eyes looking at the box that contained Kreios. The upcoming Trial weighed heavy on his mind, he had an idea what he would sentence Kreios for. Yet, there was a problem in his idea but if he will be punished is remained to be seen. While Mathias would damn Kreios, the power of Justice itself weighs on his mind, the indifference and basic neutrality, in it's most purest state. While he cannot know what Justice is thinking he feels his judgement. It shows no contempt for Kreios at all, in fact it just sees this as a job that needs doing. In fact Justice holds no contempt for any, it only lives to serve the peace and it's decisions help keep that peace. Whatever the sentencing is, it will keep the peace.

Mathias' deep thought was penetrated by the voice of Adarani, he nearly forgotten she sat there. "Um yes?" Mathias asked as he placed the box to the side. "Well it wasn't really anything to it...I did have...inspiration I suppose." Mathias thought about Justice and how much his influence is here. This was all of Justice's ideas and his will, it was as if there plans were there for him to see, he just followed them. Then she mentioned about building landscapes and forests and such. The nature of her words confused him. So what if she can do this stuff, that's great! Is she bragging or is she looking for more acknowledgement? No it sounds more like asking permission. Unsure of what to say since Mathias doesn't own the realm, Mathias figured she meant the Halls. In the end Mathias decided to be nice and praise her abilities. "Well that's just splendid." "As much as the land is beautiful it could always use more!" Mathias gave a warm smile. Then she asked him something he didn't prepare for.

"You think we could create those villages and landscapes in this realm, after the trial?"

Perhaps she figures him some great architect. Well, Mathias isn't the great architect she thinks. The true mastermind is Justice and well, Justice doesn't even want to be social with Mathias let alone anyone else. Mathias decided to answer her. "Well I think it's a splendid idea you want to build up here but..." Mathias felt embarrassed. She has a high opinion of him and well...he's sort of lacking in this department. He only was able to built it because of Justice, he never could do it himself. He never did try it himself perhaps he could? Then Mathias thought about the Valeish. He screwed up with their appearance, compared to what he wanted. Even though he's happy how they turned out it still was a mistake. Justice would not assist him and well without him, he didn't do nearly as perfect. What if he screwed up? What if Adarani thinks he's holding back on purpose? He doesn't want to be a jerk but will she believe he didn't do it himself? What would she think about Justice? When Justice met Acanthus, well, it didn't seem they got along from his expression.

"Er, well you might not believe this but.." Mathias rubbed his head apprehensively, "...I had help in all of this." Mathias nervously spoke. It was sort of the truth, even though Justice did all the work. "...And well, I might not be able to get the same help with those villages." Mathias gulped as he moved his eyes away from her. Mathias sighed. "Let's just get through with this trial, alright?" Mathias spoke rather fatherly with her. Mathias then turned his attention back to the box as he placed it back in his lap.

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Cragin would come upon the place slightly bewildered at the structure of it, not understanding ones will to be so intricate and impractical in it's creation. When what matters appearance so long as something remains practical. His hood would shift as his head cocked to the side upon entrance, his gaze never leaving before him however refrained from looking about in wonder. He reflected on the battle and it reflected upon him, his staggering yet dignified walk. The slight catch in his movement and actions. He reflected upon his kin, his sister Adarani who he still held disinterest in. He was quite satisfied she had respected his wishes and stayed out of it. But still, in associating herself with Genocide she had disrespected the decisions of a great deal of those who held care for her, while he only held the wishes to overcome and conquer them all. He thought of Mathias, not quite sure of the mechanics of these trials or what he wished to accomplish. Why didn't they simply kill him? Then Kreios and how losing a brother no matter how mislead would hurt, it would eliminate the problem. He felt sudden pain in his chest alotted with that of his people weighing heavy on his ever weighted mind. No doubt Kreios state after regaining consciousness was a sign of power and skill in combat. And once more his condition a sign of Mathias' martial prowess.

He registered and considered this for a long while making note of it. Suddenly an understanding was upon him of a vague connection to Mathias. He found the pair in moments, and stood idly away, making sure of the box, and at all times keeping it within his sight. He patiently awaited the trial. Though his mind stayed busy thinking on various things, and most presently his people. His hood would show with the glorious light of Paradise but would maintain shadows that covered the contours of his face for the most part.

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Adarani tilted her head sideways as Mathias gathered his thoughts on what to say. Her smile was still there when she asked, "Yes?" As she listened, she noticed how nervous he was. Is he okay? The explanation came, which satisfied most of her curiosity.

"Er, well you might not believe this but.." Mathias rubbed his head apprehensively, "...I had help in all of this." Mathias nervously spoke. "...And well, I might not be able to get the same help with those villages." Mathias gulped as he moved his eyes away from her. Mathias sighed. "Let's just get through with this trial, alright?" Mathias spoke rather fatherly with her. Mathias then turned his attention back to the box as he placed it back in his lap.

The Goddess of Love nodded happily. "Okay." A blush came to the young Goddess' face as she thought on what she observed of Mathias, so far, her eyes looking back at her lap. The god was wise, polite, and kind-hearted, qualities Adarani admired in a man. Her blush faded when she realized she was daydreaming, deciding to instead focus on what she would say during trial.

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#, as written by Gypsy
((I tried to keep it short, but it's still pretty long. So as to avoid spoilers to those that may actually want to read it, for those that don't, there's a short summarization at))

After Adarani left, Aspestis started thinking up an idea on how to combat the problem that It created. But first, it had to be left alone to think and though it saddened the young god greatly, It had to show Trelas out so that It can think properly and fix the problems It caused with haste. "Brother Trelas, as much as I would love to have you here as my guest and converse with you, I'm afraid I'm going to have to as you to leave. Because if I don't hold my word, dear sister Nylia will be very angry at me and might kill me. So I apologize that we couldn't spend more time together, but I must really hurry if I'm to climb out of the hole I've dug myself into," Aspestis said as the young god escorted Its dear brother, Trelas, out to the door. After Trelas stepped out, Aspestis immediately started thinking of something that could fix It's problems.

Let's see, I need something that can not only take the disease that I have spread without destroying it, but can also spread it to those who want it, without needing my consultation. It must also be beautiful as are all my beloved children. I need something that follows my be their own will and not through blind faith as I have unknowingly made mortals do, that means it will have intelligence I suppose. With intelligence I should also teach it to only give to the willing and those that know exactly what it is they will be accepting, so it must also be of a similar shape to those. I will also teach it the little of right and wrong that I know, but they must make their own decisions, as dear sister Nylia has shown me that it's wrong to force one's self unto others. Let's see... Aspestis grabbed some of the still living and some of the dead flesh that was all around in It's palace and started putting it together in a grotesque and disturbing way, well disturbing for others. Maybe if I put this here, add this, remove some of that... It needs to be practical, so let's put this... Oh it must also mate so it's most definitely going to need this and this... Oh, I must not forget, the disease must make it able to think clearly so maybe if I adjust it's brain like so... And there we are! My word, it's so beautiful.

If Aspestis had the necessary organs for shedding tears, it would have at the beauty It had created and the love It felt for it. It was a grotesque looking creature with two arms and two legs, roughly the shape of the first mortal Aspestis had met. It had what looked like a horribly maimed and disfigured face on an equally horrendous body, which was cover foot to shoulder in an exoskeleton that would protect it from hard blows, falls, and punctures. It's not invincibly, but far from weak. Inside of it was a pouch, that would blow if it has taken too much damage or is directly punctured. The pouch surrounds it's heart and without it, the creature would die. Also, should the brain be sufficiently damaged or deprived of oxygen, the pouch will lose its restraints and still blow up. Unfortunately, Aspestis realized it had made a slight mistake in it's creation and it's intelligence was slightly flawed and it had the ability to spread it's disease, but not to remove it. That would have to be fixed. Aspestis got it's first creation and started modifying it, starting with allowing it's beautiful body to show by removing the exoskeleton and it started modifying it's brain as well, giving it a small fraction of the young god's knowledge on diseases. Then it modified it's body to be loved by disease, where the disease will see this creature as it's most preferred host and where they'll migrate to, abandoning it's previous host. now it was done.

Hmm, although it can produce diseases, it's still going to need the necessary tools too do so. Aspestis grabbed some more materials and got to work on it's next creation. It must have only the purpose to create diseases in order for it to be effective, but then how can more be created? I know, it will have the ability to produce the tools and occasionally another producer of tools. Yes, that should work out splendidly. So, put this here, remove most of this, add a bit of that, make it large and around, having most of it's body being a womb and.... Voila! Here it is, just as beautiful as the other. Aspestis had made another work of grotesque art. It was about one foot tall and one foot wide, with more than 70% of it's body consisting of a womb. Aspestis made it so that the small creature and its children will follow the orders of the young god's first creature.

The god of illness was largely satisfied, but still something felt lacking. Although the first creature was more beautiful without it's exoskeleton, it mean that it was largely unprotected and without followers. Time to fix that. The god decided to use the creature's original form for the rest and It created a small army of one hundred creatures in the original design. They would be intelligent, but like the small creature, they would follow the orders of the first, but it'll mostly be their decision. They were also programmed with an insatiable urge to protect the first from danger, even at the cost of their own lives, but they were also not to stifle the creature and allow it to head into danger should they wish. Indeed, they were loyal subjects and just what Aspestis wanted of those that would worship It.

I should give these creatures a name, Aspestis thought. After brain storming, Aspestis spoke to the first. With It's horrible voice sounding like the sounds that constantly plague the Inferno and more it said, "Your species' name, which is above the others, will be known as a Pestilo, should there be many, you will add Ma in the beginning. Those that serve you are the Latako, they serve you, but you're duty is to guide them towards the right path. They are individuals, but also part of the collective. They're actions reflect yours and you will be to blame if you do not lead them on the proper path. This small creature is known as a Stasarin, they give birth to your tools that can be used to gain information from other species so that you may make the most effective disease you possibly can. Now, you must listen closely to what I will tell you now, as it is the most important. You and your followers are given the task of spreading my gift of disease, but never give my gift to those that do not wish for it and when they want it, do not let them be ignorant of what the gift will do. Allow your body as an example to the beauty that disease can give them and also tell them of the great power to be earned from gaining disease and submitting to suffering and despair. Finally, I will give you your individual name, you are to name the others, though. Your name in our language means 'one who serves their god willingly and shows the beauty of suffering, despair, and disease' and that is just the outline of it, your name's meaning is much deeper than that and is unable to be completely described with mere words; your name is Paul."

The whole time, Paul had been listening intently to every word of it's beloved god, it's creator. It loved it's new name and would cherish it, and it would take on the great duty of leading his new people. "Yes, great lord of disease, I shall do as you say. I will undertake my task of leading my people, creating disease and spreading your gift unto those that want them, great lord," the creature said, filled with love for his creator and pride on not only being the first created but also being the only one to get an individual name, and one with such a grand meaning.

Aspestis was pleased with it's creation and said, "For now, you will not go out and give out my blessing, for you must learn how to control yourselves and you have to show your people the proper path, not to mention I want to see how powerful the diseases you can make are. Here's a special room, in the heart of the palace, where you can practice, learn, and teach. The floor will take you there on it's own, don't worry. Once your studies have been completed, will I allow you out in the world, my most beloved children." And with that, the creatures were gone, it would probably take them a couple months to learn what they must, but that's all for the best. Their learning must be thorough and complete, if they're going to take on the large burden Aspestis has placed on them. Aspestis all of a sudden realized how tired It was from that ordeal, in fact it even felt weaker, in the sense it had much less power. It felt pretty strong and mighty in the Inferno, perhaps it gets stronger with more mortals suffering, since there's a great deal less suffering here than there. But it's fine, the young god's goal isn't power, but helping those that suffer feel ecstasy from their pain. Yes, it was sure that was it and not robbing mortals of their original purpose to force another on them, not that at all.

After such a tiring day, the young god decided to rest once again and slumber, seeing as it was interrupted before it got full rest and now it was especially more tired. Halfway towards Its room, it felt a great amount of disease being taken from the swamp and although it was a relatively small amount, compared to the amount within the swamp, it was still enough to cover perhaps a kilometer or two. Well, that was fine, Aspestis was glad the somebody actually wanted such a large amount of it, while the others so far didn't. Once it finally reached it's grotesque bed of live animals moaning in their exquisite despair and suffering, giving the young god a sort of lullaby, It crawled under the covers and slept a peacefully. It once again dreamed as well, It saw the disease being spread upon those who didn't want it, who attested it and were going mad because of the disease, which disturbed the god of illness, making It wonder in It's dream who force the disease unto others. The diseased mortals were attacking everything they could in a fit of madness.

Their kin started fighting them and suppressing them. They also started curing their disease while the diseased in turn infected others in a brutal circle, when a large, handsome man appeared with supernatural speed and was fighting the diseased taking the injured out of the fray in incredibly fast speeds. This went on for a while, until Aspestis' youthful sister came and then... gone. The young god felt pain as he suddenly felt the disease just disappear, assumingly destroyed. This made the young god want to wail in sadness in Its dream, but it didn't. It knew it was necessary and was probably for the best so that It's dear sister Nylia didn't find out. But who was that stately man, it wondered. It must have been one of It's kin, as it didn't think any mortal could have been so fast. It must meet him on day, but for now Aspestis continued to sleep.


((tl;dr: Aspestis showed Trelas the front door, It finally created It's race, sent them to learn about themselves, went to bed, and saw the battle of the Vitaiim and the subsequent cure from Adarani, then finally just stayed asleep.))

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Mathias looked from Adarani and to Cragin, standing off in the distance. The time was nigh and now Kreios must pay his due. Mathias stood up, box in hand, and looked towards the domed building off to the Hall's side. "Now we are going to begin the procession, I hope justice is served this day." Mathias rather solemnly spoke. Mathias moved off towards the south west direction in hopes of beginning the trial. Mathias followed the path made, and followed the central most path, compared to the many divergences, running off towards other buildings. Mathias soon found himself on the stairway to the building rested upon a high platform. Mathias walked up the white steps, as he made his way to the doors to the courthouse. Mathias didn't check to see if they followed, but assumed they did as he opened the doors.

Mathias walked down the hall of the courthouse and made his way to the courtroom. Inside were seats for the spectators that leaned from the back of the wall up to a barricade. Past the barricade were two tables, one for the Prosecution the other, for the Defense. Up at the head of the room, was the Judge's Bench and the Witness Stand. There were several other distinguishable parts of the room, and loads of seats. Especially towards the side of the Judge's Bench. It was boxed in seats but why that was there was yet to be known. Mathias placed the box on the Defense Table as Mathias moved behind the bench and sat upon the Judge's seat. Mathias sat there and waited for the others. All of the seats and such each had that similar decor like outside the building. The use of white and gold, and pillars could be seen. Mathias looked at the box and steadily, the power of Justice swirled about the box as if ensuring Kreios remains entrapped. Mathias quietly waited for the others.

(The Courthouse sort of what it looks like, http://www.sierranevadageotour