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Zythis was minding his own business in the Wild Woods when Detz appeared. The god was speaking, but Zythis was not listening, he was to busy wondering how he had managed to slip in without his permission. "How...?" He began before searching his realm for any gaps in it, and finding none of course. This confused him even more, for certainly if there were no gaps in his realm, and if they didn't have his permission, they couldn't get in. And if that were true, how did Detz manage to get in? So confused by this was Zythis, that he didn't really manage to answer the other god, instead he gave a look of confusion, as much as one could give with a skull.
 
Etyphonium floated throughout the newly formed cosmos. He had no destination in mind for his mind was occupied about how to further his creations. Etyphonium felt as though for the first time creating living beings, he had done fairly well but this was simply the scratch of the surface of what he could do. He just needed some help to expand. Inspiration of sorts. His fellow gods could provide supple enough inspiration for his new creations. But where would he start? That was the question. And as if his question was answered, he heard someone call out to him. He answers the call and low and behold it is the goddess of mischief herself, Morois "Yes fellow deity. What is it you beckon me for?" He asks as he looks at Morois face to face.
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~Xue~​
Xue let out a sigh. She rubbed her temples as she stared off into her kingdom, the ocean. Allowing his children into her realm could mean the end to many of her children. He may promise that his children would bring no harm to her children, but it was only a matter of time... could she really take this risk. Could he be telling the truth? Could he really hold up his promise and merely live in her depths and help her protect her seas?

She spared a glance at the other god before letting out another sigh. This was for his children as well, and the way he talked about them showed that he had some form of caring for them, or maybe she was trusting his enjoyment of talking about them wrongly. If he was telling the truth she wouldn't mind this arrangement. His people would aid in the protection of her people and also could help minimize the casualties of her people if something did happen.

Xue would have to trust him in this. He had made an offer of protection and promised to leave her children alone. If his words were true, this would benefit her sea greatly. Xue rose from the water she had been resting in and turned to the other God. Water dripped off her skin, falling back into the pool below her as she looked over him with a hard gaze. "If the words you say are true then I have no problem with you living in my oceans,"

She cast a glance back at her ocean quickly before turning back to him, "Make sure you remembered what you promised me here today." with that said she offered her hand out towards him as a sort of solidifying the deal. Xue really hoped that making this deal wouldn't be a mistake and that her children would suffer for her mistakes. Her stomach clenched painfully with worry as she kept her hard look on the other God as she waited for his response.
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~Juwen and Kroina~​
Juwen glanced at the man approaching the shore nervously. She smirked, ready to reveal herself and pounce before Kroina grabbed her shoulder, "It appears it is a friend sister." Juwen looked surprised before she glanced over it again, it was a vampire, one created by an ally of their mother. The two of them swam over to the man, Kroina popping out of the water suddenly as to scare the nervous man.

"Why do you come here, Vampire? What do you require from us? This is very dangerous, if not for your smell you might have ended up being pulled into the depths in bliss, slowly drowning without knowing it. Of course, we can still do that if that is what you wish, or is there another reason you are here?" The two songbirds looked extremely beautiful to any man in the form they currently took, it wasn't intentional for this man, but it was what they looked like currently.

The only time one of them dared approach them was to find the fountain created by their mothers. Was this vampire here to try to get the location of the fountain. Juwen lightly pushed Kroina at her blunt way of talking to the man, "Leave the poor man alone, he is clearly already stressed, no need to stress the handsome man further," she purred as she looked over him hungrily. Juwen wasn't as familiar with the vampires as Kroina, but she could assume why the man was here.
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Tartarus took her hand and shook it eagerly. This was a great day for his children. Guaranteed safety from their neighbor and perhaps a more fruitful relationship between their two peoples! A great chance for him. "I will remember it, as will all my children. Thank you. I hope we can work more in the future. If you want to speak more about this, please contact me. Again, a thousand thanks." he said.
With a wide grin on his face, he spoke an incantation and brought his people back to his home. He saw that his newest creation had done much work while he was away. Born from the darkest and most perverted parts of Tartarus' mind, the entity known as Solomon was a thing of unmatched cruelty. He was a master of the whip, and none could make enslaved souls or men work harder and more efficiently. He was the Jailer and the Slaver, the master of punishment and the lord of torture.
The Rings of Hel, typically filled with the sound of moans and muffled screams, was filled with the crack of whips, the ethereal screams of the damned, and the frenzied sounds of pickaxes slicing away at stone. Watching over it all was a huge, bearded man, drenched in sweat and carrying a bloody whip in his hand. The faint glint of sharpened steel barbs attracted Tartarus' attention.
"Father."
"Solomon. I see you have done what I told you, and more."
Yes, Father. The souls worked best when I threatened to wipe their souls from existence."
The howls intensified as Solomon spoke.
"And what do you aim to achieve through this extra work?"
"Well, Father, there are whispers on the winds. Whispers of a great war brewing. The chambers might need expanding to accomadate more of the damned." Solomon said, glancing down at the abyss his slaves made.
"And it doesn't harm to go a bit deeper."
Tartarus' face hardened. He didn't approve of slavery, but he couldn't watch over every part of his realm. Even if his methods were beyond brutal, Solomon could keep the souls in check and ensure they did something painful all the bloody time.
"Keep your activities limited to the Rings. If you expand to anywhere, you will join them and someone else will take your place."
Solomon nodded, and became transfixed on the pain-filled screams and bellows. This would be a turning point for Hel.​
 
Sana'a could see the happiness grow in Kanon's eyes and in witnessing this, felt a blossom of it within herself. It was such a small thing, to pass on just a sliver of joy to another, and yet it was far more glorious than any other victory of war or democracy. Even if she were to be forgotten by all mortals, all she would ever want was this simple spread of comfort from one being to the next.

"Yes, of course!" Sana'a said in response to Kanon's question, "Hmmm, wait, I know that creature!"

The light danced between her fingers, catching on their edges like sparks to a flame. Small, flickering motes of the green gathered together suddenly, clumped first in asymmetrical patterns before slowly twisting into a vague shape. A tail, then ears, and fluffy paws, until a semi-transparent creature floated between the goddess' palms, curled up as if in slumber. It was detailed enough that each strand of hair on its pelt could be seen, yet still incorporeal enough that Kanon could pass her hand straight through the creature if she wished to.

"See, this one is what your toy imitates." Said Sana'a, looking down at the creature with all the fondness of a parent looking down at a child. "But do not worry, we can still use it! Even if such a creature has already been created, the beauty of life is that it is never the same. Every single one of them is unique; a different voice, an individual soul."

She gazed at the animal for a moment and then blinked, looking up with a small laugh. "Oh, I'm rambling..."

Sana'a lifted the unfinished creature closer to Kanon so that she could see it better. "It's almost done, but still quite malleable." with a flick of her fingers wings sprouted from the creature's back then faded again, "See? You can alter features if you wish. It can be as different or similar as you want, but the important thing is that it's yours!"

She passed the creature to Kanon, excitement igniting in her eyes. "I will let you complete it! After you're happy with what it looks like you can give it life! It's the best part! Don't worry, all gods can do it. I know you can too!"

Sana'a held her fists close to her face as she waited in anticipation to see what changes Kanon would make to the creature and if she successfully brought it to life.

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The Serpent turned its great head, the very currents o the wind seeming to ebb and flow around its body due to its sheer size. The creature focused its gaze upon the two Gods, and nodded its head once. "I find such a proposal agreeable. Let their be cooperation between our mortal creations. They will be brothers in cooperation." The God who spoke to Vez'Arai was smaller, stockier. He was a minor God, but that did not make him unworthy of respect. However, the Serpent did not know him or his creations. Regardless, friendship was generally good for all involved. "However, I know not of yourself or your race. You carry knowledge of me and mine, but I lack it. Would you care to introduce yourself and those you have created for this pact of brotherhood?" The Serpent spoke in a low, pleasant tone. It watched its horned children play in the distance with their new, winged friends. The Vez'Sinai were being 'taught' to fight by the Enthralled, which mostly entailed a bunch of screaming Enthralled children wrestling against a generally clueless Vez'Sinai adult man or woman. The Serpent let out a chuckle, steam curling from its nostrils. Although the adults were far stronger than the Enthralled children, the Vez'Sinai knew nothing of combat, and the Enthralled, although new, had already fought several bouts against their own adults. The Serpent's Children were not as strong as the Enthralled, but they learned quickly. On the other hand, some horned ones taught things to the Enthralled, like the use of reeds for basket-weaving.
 
Zorus had landed on the planet but was lost...was he in the realm of Zythis? He could have sworn that this was the realm of the god he searched for but something seems off. Then Zorus could see it from the distance. How could the sun god ever mistaken it? Matching the description it could only be one thing..."The Tyrant," Zorus said in a whisper while standing on top of the sky island. Just looking at the serpent from afar made Zorus' blood boil. How come they are in another ones kingdom? Is this Myths kingdom? He was surely lost and hadn't realized that it was Sera's.
No matter, the time to strike is not now. The serpent shall see their end soon enough. Transforming into the phoenix yet again Zorus began to fly away from the tyrant and the islands.
"For the liberation of all Nraumm!"

Elsewhere somewhere out in the cosmos a bright light of phoenix could be barely seen firing towards Asturia. Once close enough the minor goddess began to transform out of her phoenix form but still keeping her kinetic energy to push a space whale out of the way. "Oi, you're that minor goddess who's making all of these stars yea?" with fiery eyes she looked angered and ready to melt down anything. "Because if so I'm Anna, Minor-Goddess of cycles, wisdom, and exploration. Commit it to memory before I melt yea," and like that she summoned her battle axe bursting from flames. "For my father is the judge and I am the executioner. For you have been condemned for aiding a tyrant."
 
Asturia danced between her lights, glowing lamps above the black, inky dance floor. She spun and leapt from star to star, making them as she went. She was aglow with light, proud of her creation. However, the emergence of a new light drew her gaze. She stopped, standing beneath a newborn star, it’s energies still wrapped around the tips of her fingers, being painted into creation. Asturia beheld the other goddess with a little more than a warm smile and a raised brow.

“What Tyrant?” She asked, tilting her head slightly. “And yes, these stars are my works, my art.” She frowned slightly, as the other minor goddess seemed so in favor of bloodshed. “Forgive me, for I was created by Vez’Arai not so long ago, but I just don’t know what you are talking about.” She let out a light, melodic laugh, seemingly without care for the massive flaming axe wielded by the goddess not so far away. After all, what had she to fear?
 
Khades sailed casually through the void. Stars were blinking into existence far across the cosmos. Khades thoughts drifted to Asturia that was creating them. Was she being controlled? Or was she made that way? Khades could not imagine creating something whose sole purpose was to follow your own rules. Khades despiser the very notion, as he hated rules and all the Serpent’s creations.

Eventually Khades set his gaze upon the four floating discs. The realm of the goddess Morois. Someone was leaving, though. Detzwyej was once here, perhaps that was them? No... the aura was different, but Morois herself would never leave her realm so early in its conception, would she?

Khades looked down upon the great circling lands, he saw trees and grass and sand. These things surrounded the land he lived in on Nraumm, but they seemed alien in a way. Had he forgotten the simple beauties of the world? Had Khades really isolated his people to the infernal scar upon the land, to the Sundered Peaks? Questions for another time, for now was the time for peace.
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Khades transformed slowly, the draconic form would be a stain in the visage of those who lived here. So he adopted that similar to an Ashborne.
Khades first thought was to call for Morois, call her to him and make a deal. But perhaps he could indulge in the simple delights, like walking through grass or sitting beneath the trees.
Khades drifted downwards, towards the first circle. He landed softly on the ground at looked around. The plants here were older than Khades would have thought. A distance effect perhaps? The Beacon of the Everspark did something similar down of Nraumm but with chaos and fire, not youth and prosperity.

Khades pulled the plated armour from his chest and collapsed onto the soft grass below. Khades’ skin was pocked with small ruby crystalline growths, the Everspark was dispersed across his body when he was not in his draconic body.
Khades couldn’t see the appeal of grass, tiny green tendrils waving against his greying skin, if he wanted to be embraced by green tendrils he’d apologise to Sana’a. To that, Khades chuckled to himself.

It was even colder than Khades had expected. This land was curious, indeed. Perhaps he would rest here, let the green tendrils slither in the cool breeze and watch for anyone. Whether mortal or divine.





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"Why, of 'ourse, 'ir!" Grund said. With a clumsy bow, Grund introduced himself. "The name's Grund. If a mortal ever makes a new 'ittle gadget, the wee boy 'ends me an offerin'. If a mortal 'ants to be a defiant 'ittle buggah, they 'end up a 'rayer to me. And as for me boys..." He tosses a little sphere onto the ground, which bursts in a little blast of smoke and flashes. Once the smoke cleared up, they would all see a being that resembled Grund. Broad, short, stocky, and carrying an magnificent beard on its face. "Me boys are called the Karliki. All 'hese buggahs are 'tubborn as stone 'n' mighty 'ood with their 'ands. Me boys 'an get hit by 'n a bunch of 'agic fire 'n' and 'ome out 'ight as rain.'ave 'em the brains to be 'ood in a fight, and 'ven bettah at 'aking stuff. No bettah buildahs, smithas, or 'esigners will ya find in da world. Oh, 'n' me boys can make a nice ole pint fer ya boys too!" Grund said proudly, and quite confidently too.
Viktor watched his creation proudly show off his own creations, and smiled in approval. If his Chosen under Ologor turned out like this, he would be a proud god.​
 
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Detz grinned as Zythis became confused. “Oh that is very simple my friend, I got in easily even though there was no way because of a reason I will not explain since it would ruin the whole fun of it.” Detz moved his attention to the rest of the realm that Zythis had built. It felt awfully familiar to a forest in Nraumm. Apparently that is what the world was called now. Which idiot came up with that terrible name, didn’t even fit. But what is done is done and Detz couldn’t change the decision of multiple Gods. Would be funny if he could. He giggled to himself at that thought.​

“So, Zythis… nothing to tell me? Nothing that you would like to share? Nothing that you would want to show me about how great your realm or creations are because I have already seen a couple of those. Feels like the just copied off each other. So I guess I’ll be going then and take a nap, maybe while I’m sleeping I can think of more things.” Detz pulled out a cape which was falling onto him, but once it reached the upper part of his body it continued sinking until it hit the ground softly, teleporting Detz away and somewhere peaceful to sleep or meditate. Probably just take a nap​


SANIC​


“A Task” Sanic knelt down. “I will not fail in the task.” With that said Sanic took the caterpillars and ran outside of the realm travelling in order to fulfil the task he was given.

Sanic threw the first caterpillar into the distant cosmos, travelling at insane speeds and even passing by two minor gods who were talking to each other like a comet. He then proceeded to throw a couple more into the distant cosmos just to be sure.

The next place he ran too was The World tree, a spectacle to be sure, but now wasn’t the time to awe at it. He threw a couple more of the caterpillars at its branches. Avoiding to look at it Sanic ran to the next location.

Next stop was the sun, though Sanic didn’t want to test out if he was fireproof or not, so he just sat on the moon dropping off some caterpillars since the place was beautiful. Who would even think of harming such a place. He then chucked a couple of the caterpillars into the sun… both suns. With that taken care off he blasted off to another location as the bowl still had a plenty amount of caterpillars.

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Though Lirn enjoyed that his Lord had allowed him to be free in the meantime, he felt a feeling that he could not escape no matter how fast he went. Boredom. He tried and tried, but the only thing that he was running from, was nothing.

He laid the ground of Nraumm, hoping that something remotely interesting might occur. But yet, nothing happened.

An idea light up for Lirn. “I know, I’ll just look for my Lord so that he may give me something to do, then I will surely be able to extinguish this awful feeling.” He got up instantly and prepared to run only to suddenly stop and think. “Wait, talking about my Lord, How am I supposed to find him, Well, I guess If I just look deep enough I might feel his energy somewhere” Lirn began sensing all of the presensces that every soul gave off. Lirn was now looking for a very powerful presence equal to that of his lord.

His mind drifted from place to place, looking for not only a powerful presence, but one that was unstable, one that represented his lord almost perfectly. After a while he found it, though the presence felt a but off. “Might just be that my Lord is just feeling a bit tired or something, I’ll just have to see once I arrive there.”

With no time to waste he prepared himself and traveled directly to where the presence was.

Upon analyzing his environment Lirn was surprised to see such beauty in a completely different realm, though another feeling krept up on Lirn. GREED. But that feeling was currently very weak, Lirn hadn’t stolen anything yet… YET… But right now that feeling wasn’t strong, boredom was and he was looking for his lord to solve that problem.

Though upon looking at the being giving off the presence he realized something was… wrong… The being or God as there was no mistaking it, was nothing like his Lord, this being had facial features and a beard, though Lirn couldn’t imagine Detz having a beard, it just felt wrong to him.

Anyhow, Lirn walked up to the being looking directly at him having to tilt his head up as the being was significantly taller than him. Lirn was 1.9999999999999998meters tall while this being was around 2.6meters. “Excuse me” Lirn asked with curiosity. “Might you tell me who might you be and where my Lord is located at. I just confused you with him as your presence is similar to that of my Lord” Lirn began slightly shaking the longer he looked into the Gods eyes. If he didn’t get a response quickly he would have to run away or he would die of fear.


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    [div class=Aimas] Tsusney Bloodmane was a vampire of the highest caliber, and vampires were a species with low libido as they were a kind of long lives, capable of making others into their own and pregnancy was horrendously dangerous to them. And yet, despite all this, he still couldn't truly deny the overwhelming allure of the two half-fish half-women that came from the waters, from Xue, goddess of the seas. Earlier they had lept out of the water, in what he could only assume was their attempt at scaring or surprising him, however it failed as he could only stare marveled by their beauty.

    "If a single statue in my home had half the beauty either one of you have, the others would fall apart in shame. I am most honored to meet you, people of Xue." The vampire nodded his head slightly, and the women seemed to have a bit of banter between themselves as they asked what his aim was. Tsusney was a vampire that knew how to conduct himself though, both in war and in diplomacy. "Though you are correct I am a bit stressed, by no means does that make your warning of danger any less valid. I thank you for your kindness in giving me such a warning. However, as the husband of our tribe's head, it would be cowardly of me to give up on my mission due to danger alone, when my wife faces such dangers herself. For you see, we vampires face a trial, as a vampire trying to carry a child must starve in order for the rejuvenative properties of our bodies to not end the child's life. Every week my wife must subsist on a few drops at most, she hungers and whails but bears it for the sake of bringing a new one of our kind to the world. It is such a rare matter, and being carried out for one so great as my wife, I wish for it to end not simply well, I wish for the greatest blessings for our child. I am not so arrogant as to believe I am entitled to them, however, or that they will come simply out of my own demand. Not from the goddess nor from you."

    The vampire threw a fist into the makeshift armor over his chest, then raised an arm and snapped his fingers. Two other vampires emerged from behind a set of rocks, carrying a large golden box, big enough to have to be carried by those two together. Tsusney kept a close eye on them as they carried it, and had to assist them when they stumbled on the coastal sand and pebbles, their gaze completely fixed on beauty of the mermaids.

    "Forgive us if we presented any rudeness thus far. I wish to offer these treasures from the surface my clan has collected. I was informed that your people enjoy the shine of precious metals from the surface. If this is not satisfatory I shall see to presenting a gift that is. However, in return, I have the request for which I have travelled so many miles. I wish to present to the goddess of our people, the gift forged by her mother Morois, and your maker Xue. I wish to find the water of youth, so that I may build a fountain and from there take a glass that I will present as an offering to Amaís. I beseech to you, that you offer me the knowledge entrusted to your people."

    It was then that Tsusney Bloodmane, accomplished husband of the leader of his clan, kneeled before two mermaids he had never met and bowed his head for the sake of his coming child.[/div]
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    [div class=Aimas] Tsusney Bloodmane was a vampire of the highest caliber, and vampires were a species with low libido as they were a kind of long lives, capable of making others into their own and pregnancy was horrendously dangerous to them. And yet, despite all this, he still couldn't truly deny the overwhelming allure of the two half-fish half-women that came from the waters, from Xue, goddess of the seas. Earlier they had lept out of the water, in what he could only assume was their attempt at scaring or surprising him, however it failed as he could only stare marveled by their beauty.

    "If a single statue in my home had half the beauty either one of you have, the others would fall apart in shame. I am most honored to meet you, people of Xue." The vampire nodded his head slightly, and the women seemed to have a bit of banter between themselves as they asked what his aim was. Tsusney was a vampire that knew how to conduct himself though, both in war and in diplomacy. "Though you are correct I am a bit stressed, by no means does that make your warning of danger any less valid. I thank you for your kindness in giving me such a warning. However, as the husband of our tribe's head, it would be cowardly of me to give up on my mission due to danger alone, when my wife faces such dangers herself. For you see, we vampires face a trial, as a vampire trying to carry a child must starve in order for the rejuvenative properties of our bodies to not end the child's life. Every week my wife must subsist on a few drops at most, she hungers and whails but bears it for the sake of bringing a new one of our kind to the world. It is such a rare matter, and being carried out for one so great as my wife, I wish for it to end not simply well, I wish for the greatest blessings for our child. I am not so arrogant as to believe I am entitled to them, however, or that they will come simply out of my own demand. Not from the goddess nor from you."

    The vampire threw a fist into the makeshift armor over his chest, then raised an arm and snapped his fingers. Two other vampires emerged from behind a set of rocks, carrying a large golden box, big enough to have to be carried by those two together. Tsusney kept a close eye on them as they carried it, and had to assist them when they stumbled on the coastal sand and pebbles, their gaze completely fixed on beauty of the mermaids.

    "Forgive us if we presented any rudeness thus far. I wish to offer these treasures from the surface my clan has collected. I was informed that your people enjoy the shine of precious metals from the surface. If this is not satisfatory I shall see to presenting a gift that is. However, in return, I have the request for which I have travelled so many miles. I wish to present to the goddess of our people, the gift forged by her mother Morois, and your maker Xue. I wish to find the water of youth, so that I may build a fountain and from there take a glass that I will present as an offering to Amaís. I beseech to you, that you offer me the knowledge entrusted to your people."

    It was then that Tsusney Bloodmane, accomplished husband of the leader of his clan, kneeled before two mermaids he had never met and bowed his head for the sake of his coming child.[/div]
 
Khades glanced down at the creature. It had metal skin, or was it covered in armour, truly ahead of its time, if so.
Khades had not realised it, being lost in thought, but he was standing now. Whoever this was spoke of a lost master, they appeared truly terrified by the ordeal. But there were others as well. People. Ashborne.
“My children...” Khades said with a smile. He could smile easier in his mortal body but it was still a challenge. Khades never expected to see Ashborne in a place like this. They were warriors, soldiers, and heroes, not... this. A thought creeped into Khades mind, a vile and sickening thought: perhaps they did have ‘souls’, does this mean the Serpent was right?
No. Never! Khades would never surrender his position.
“It saddens me that you do not continue to fight for our freedom and independence... but I am not one to control you. Go and enjoy yourselves.”

Khades turned to the Fast and took a deep breath, thinking of the right words to say, then he spoke.
“You’re Master...” Khades despised the word, “no longer needs you, nor do you need them. Any master who abandons their followers, god or not, does not deserve them.” Khades spoke what truth he knew, thinking of his Ashborne, who were free to leave as they wished. Khades began to circle the mortal like a hungering predator.
“You are not just a servant, are you? You are an individual, a mortal worthy of independence from a forgetful deity. I know very little of your master’s location, but what I do know is that they are gone. Avoiding you, perhaps? Regretting your creation?” It was a conclusion he had jumped far to, but it was Khades job to destroy the chains of oppression, wherever it stands.
“Fear not, little one, for this is the land of joy and harmony. Go on, have fun. You are free. Enjoy your life.”
Khades stopped and pat the small one on the shoulder.

Khades pauses, sensing something far above, within the great swirling clouds.
The energy was more powerful than the Fast, a minor god, maybe? It was a being, Khades could confirm that.
Khades didn’t do so much as blink as the entity crashed into the ground, sending tremors through the rock and dirt. It appeared to be somewhat like a baby, only glowing with radiant skin.

The entity did not introduce themselves, as Khades had expected, rather they moved straight to hostility, as well as circling Khades and the Fast. Khades slowly shifted himself between the Ashborne mass and the minor god.
When she had finished speaking, Khades committed a sin he had promised himself to avoid. Khades dropped and sank one knee into the ground, resting his hands on the other that remained cocked. The Everspark churned uncomfortably.

“Fair ruler, I am Khades. I mean no disrespect by being here. I come in trust and peace,” Khades gestured to the crimson plates that once guarded his now exposed chest, “I would like for you to know that I, creator of the Ashborne, would never restrict the will of my people, I would rather speak the Serpent’s name in praise. I have come to speak with your mother, I trust you can warn her of our arrival?”


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DETZWYEG

Somewhere, in some distant location Detz is taking a nap. “ZZZZZzzz”

SANIC

After having thrown the caterpillars to both suns he proceeded to travel back to Nraumm. So many places to visit, so many things to learn, but now he was doing a task given to him by a God, so he couldn’t afford to lose focus. WIth incredible speed Sanic ran across the whole ocean dropping a couple caterpillars on it sinking slowly to the bottom.

As he traveled he saw a peculiar landmass, as Sanic ran around it he witnessed the head of a creature, it’s size being absurd, Sanic felt a bit nervous at first, but he remembered that Gods can create minor Gods to accomplish goals that the original Gods would be too lazy to accomplish. Perhaps this creature was just that, except that it was carrying a whole island that seemed it’s own small continent. Sanic threw one of the caterpillars at the land mass, hoping it would land in it and not fly off into space.

Sanic left the location quickly, not wanting to waste any more precious time. He kept running through the sea and dropped a couple more caterpillars on the continents. While he made his way to the final continent he had stumbled upon something… weird. It seemed to be a dark pillar that remained on the ocean, extending to the very top and the very bottom, the water current circled around it and so did the wind.

Sanic being driven by task decided to enter this pillar of darkness. As he entered it became dark (obviously). The many sounds that he could hear outside were null in here and the wind couldn’t even be felt. Every step Sanic would make would cause a small ripple in the water which would immediately stop and return to its original state. It felt… Calm.

As Sanic enjoyed the calmness of the environment he moved his head down and noticed an energy which reminded him awfully a lot to Detz. An energy that radiated both happiness and accomplishment and doom and failure. This energy tempted Sanic, it pulled his very existence to come and pursue it, as if it were suggesting him to try his luck.

Sanic began swimming downwards coming closer and closer to the object until he had finally reached it. As Sanic began analyzing it with his touch he noticed it felt like a coin, each side giving off the same energy he had felt. The object urged Sanic to flip it. Sanic was hypnotized by the energy that it gave off and he would’ve done it, but the task given to him was not to flip a coin, but to spread these caterpillars. Sanic dropped coin and raced back to the surface exiting the dark pillar.

He felt himself faster and even stronger than before, perhaps this power he was gaining was from serving a God? No matter what it was Sanic would use it to keep doing the task and complete it.

Before leaving the area he dropped one caterpillar inside of the Dark pillar and with that he left. As the caterpillar entered the pillar it was drawn to an energy calling it to come closer…

LIRN

Lirn began to calm down as the figure began to speak to him. “Well, you see the thing is that I’m not really a mortal and the reason why I’m seeking my master is because I have a feeling which is… uhh… how do I say it… uhh, let’s call it boredom, that seems like a good name. You see I’m bored and I was looking for my Lord or master, whatever you want to call him, because my purpose as his minion is to either serve him or serve any other God or something.” He paused for a second. “I think you might know him. His name was… dammit I have it at the tip of my tongue… his name is greg? No no no no. His name is so much more complicated” Lirn kept talking to himself trying to remember his Lord's name as he wasn’t paying much attention when he was given a quick briefing, not that it helped that the area it happened was batshit insane and his lord kapt teleporting everywhere and doing actions that don’t seem very reasonable.

As he kept talking to himself a weird shining fetus thing came down upon both of them and began questioning both of them, well, it was questioning more the other being, but that didn’t matter. “Well, uh I’m just here looking for my lord and, I’m sorry if I have trespassed here, I just confused him” Lirn began pointing at Khades “King of cinder it was? Yeah and so his presence is very similar to my masters own presence and so I ended up here by accident, mostly.” He said this to the shining fetus looking thing.

Having already seen the shining fetus thing for long enough to also consider it ugly and annoying to hear speak, Lirn had finally remembered the name of his Lord. “Ah yes, Cinder King I think it was. The name of my lord is Detzwyeg. No wonder why I couldn’t remember. I know you want me to be free or anything, as I can feel your presence becoming more aggressive the moment I said the word Master, but my whole existence as a minion, I think, is to serve any God in need and assuming you don’t want any serving I’ll just be making my way to the next location to hopefully find him, though I’d still like to explore this place a bit more.” Lirn stood looking at Khades having began to feel a sort of pain in his neck from constantly looking up at the being until it had suddenly knelt down to the fetus thing which was nice for Lirn as he didn't have to worry about his neck anymore, but quickly he turned to look at the weird ugly ass shining fetus thing and sloppily knelt down as he had never done it before.

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 Roiskin was most pleased with the the behavior of the fast and the god. Though she knew it wasn't her place to have a god kneel before them, they couldn't help but feel this joyous pride, the swirl of the clouds above the first disc became much calmer, and brighter and their infant face contorted into a wide smile. Before they could bring themselves to give an answer to the kneeling god, a strong and familiar presence caused the minor goddess to turn her head to the clouds and witness what came past the sight they blocked, the arrival of the true owner of the realm she reigned over, Morois herself had returned. Roiskin thus spun with joy and pointed upwards before replying.

"You have manners and grace of which I am undeserving, Khades the cinder king! For such respect shown, I shall abide by your request and inform you that it may not even be necessary to warn mother Morois, for she has arrived at the very moment we speak." Spoke Roiskin with clear glee in her voice, showed too in the spin she made immediately after.

Indeed, I had just returned from my venture, the wyrms sliding around me like eels floating above the sky, dragons that barely had wings, like sn- better not said. I pointed towards the castle in the fourth disc.

"You shall inhabit all discs, and rest upon that one, the fourth. Make your creator, Etyphonium, proud by displaying your majesty for all the former inhabitants of the mortal realm to see, from the greatest knights to the lowest peasants. May the spirits of the first disc admire you, the tested in the second disc fear you, and the children of the third disc love you and play with you. And when I come and pass upon those lands which you inhabit, you shall come to me, and seeing beings with majesty serve mine, it shall reflect upon my greatness. Go now, for it appears Roiskin who I have made for this realm requires my aid." Thus, I descended upon the first disc, crossing through the clouds, careful to keep the void outside hidden from the inhabitants. I witnessed Khades, god of fire, destruction and chaos, kneeled in my domain alongside another one of the fast (to think the realm destined for the fulfillment of the mortals who would follow me would become such a tourist spot for Detz's minions), while Roiskin danced happily around them. Hopefully she had done her job to protect this place, though I couldn't blame her for not attempting to take one of my equals who was already in the realm. After all, if they destroyed my work in their wrath, all of this would have been for naught. If anything, however, it was rather impressive that Roiskin had managed to in fact persuade the god to bend their knee, especially one with such a prideful look as Khades. For her hard work, I would have to reward her, and be in my best behavior as well. But there was one more outlier, the various spirits of the ashborne who'd come to literally meet their creator. Previously so stubborn and unwilling to cooperate even though they agreed to come to my realm, many of them looked down in contemplation now, while others were moving to the inner circles of the first disc. This, of course, brought a grin to my face. Was it the work of Roiskin, or Khades himself?

"If you say so, our Cinder King, then we shall permit ourselves to enjoy the fruits of this realm. We once lived, and died, for our pride and for you. We shall now rest, as Morois has invited us to do, and now with your permission." The Ahsborne spirit that spoke then bowed profoundly to their creator and made their way to the inner circles as well. I clapped at the display as I arrived at the scene and landed besides the god.

"Kneel no more, Khades my equal. Unless, of course, you wish to me that courtesy as well. I would no doubt appreciate it." I bowed to the fellow major god. "Have you come to admire my work? It is a beauty, is it not? Though not all accept it in their hearts right away, time acclimates mortals to the keys for happiness. I wonder, if it was your work that brought the peace and acceptance to the hearts of those ashborne spirits?"

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In the meantime, the arcamoebas floated around where they were left. Tentacles opening and closing, propelling them forward at their own pace, if one were to gaze into them they see a phenomenon like an aurora around the tendrils, and a faint spinning column of colors at their center. They drifted in the cosmos and ate the residue there. A distinct green hue of magic surrounded the tips of the tentacles as they gently tapped the branches, and whatever they touched was cleaner than before, smooth as a baby's skin. A few nearly exploded after being thrown into the suns, but were able to stabilize despite the large amounts of power blasted every moment from the great stars. They depth was appeared a tiny black smudge from the perspective of onlookers, as they bit of light did not cross out to the mortal realm and was instead eaten.

In the depths of the calm, they found themselves as if frozen by the unmoving waters. Though they squirmed for escape, it took some time before they'd absorbed enough to move, and even then very slowly. On the other hand, the ones that landed on hruk tended to the turtle's needs, like a bird that eats from a hippopotamu's back, they cleaned and cleared bits of rock, sands and traces of overdue magic, hardly something that could truly harm the minor god, but potential annoyances or inconveniences to the massive turtle.
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Roiskin was most pleased with the the behavior of the fast and the god. Though she knew it wasn't her place to have a god kneel before them, they couldn't help but feel this joyous pride, the swirl of the clouds above the first disc became much calmer, and brighter and their infant face contorted into a wide smile. Before they could bring themselves to give an answer to the kneeling god, a strong and familiar presence caused the minor goddess to turn her head to the clouds and witness what came past the sight they blocked, the arrival of the true owner of the realm she reigned over, Morois herself had returned. Roiskin thus spun with joy and pointed upwards before replying.

"You have manners and grace of which I am undeserving, Khades the cinder king! For such respect shown, I shall abide by your request and inform you that it may not even be necessary to warn mother Morois, for she has arrived at the very moment we speak." Spoke Roiskin with clear glee in her voice, showed too in the spin she made immediately after.

Indeed, I had just returned from my venture, the wyrms sliding around me like eels floating above the sky, dragons that barely had wings, like sn- better not said. I pointed towards the castle in the fourth disc.

"You shall inhabit all discs, and rest upon that one, the fourth. Make your creator, Etyphonium, proud by displaying your majesty for all the former inhabitants of the mortal realm to see, from the greatest knights to the lowest peasants. May the spirits of the first disc admire you, the tested in the second disc fear you, and the children of the third disc love you and play with you. And when I come and pass upon those lands which you inhabit, you shall come to me, and seeing beings with majesty serve mine, it shall reflect upon my greatness. Go now, for it appears Roiskin who I have made for this realm requires my aid." Thus, I descended upon the first disc, crossing through the clouds, careful to keep the void outside hidden from the inhabitants. I witnessed Khades, god of fire, destruction and chaos, kneeled in my domain alongside another one of the fast (to think the realm destined for the fulfillment of the mortals who would follow me would become such a tourist spot for Detz's minions), while Roiskin danced happily around them. Hopefully she had done her job to protect this place, though I couldn't blame her for not attempting to take one of my equals who was already in the realm. After all, if they destroyed my work in their wrath, all of this would have been for naught. If anything, however, it was rather impressive that Roiskin had managed to in fact persuade the god to bend their knee, especially one with such a prideful look as Khades. For her hard work, I would have to reward her, and be in my best behavior as well. But there was one more outlier, the various spirits of the ashborne who'd come to literally meet their creator. Previously so stubborn and unwilling to cooperate even though they agreed to come to my realm, many of them looked down in contemplation now, while others were moving to the inner circles of the first disc. This, of course, brought a grin to my face. Was it the work of Roiskin, or Khades himself?

"If you say so, our Cinder King, then we shall permit ourselves to enjoy the fruits of this realm. We once lived, and died, for our pride and for you. We shall now rest, as Morois has invited us to do, and now with your permission." The Ahsborne spirit that spoke then bowed profoundly to their creator and made their way to the inner circles as well. I clapped at the display as I arrived at the scene and landed besides the god.

"Kneel no more, Khades my equal. Unless, of course, you wish to me that courtesy as well. I would no doubt appreciate it." I bowed to the fellow major god. "Have you come to admire my work? It is a beauty, is it not? Though not all accept it in their hearts right away, time acclimates mortals to the keys for happiness. I wonder, if it was your work that brought the peace and acceptance to the hearts of those ashborne spirits?"

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In the meantime, the arcamoebas floated around where they were left. Tentacles opening and closing, propelling them forward at their own pace, if one were to gaze into them they see a phenomenon like an aurora around the tendrils, and a faint spinning column of colors at their center. They drifted in the cosmos and ate the residue there. A distinct green hue of magic surrounded the tips of the tentacles as they gently tapped the branches, and whatever they touched was cleaner than before, smooth as a baby's skin. A few nearly exploded after being thrown into the suns, but were able to stabilize despite the large amounts of power blasted every moment from the great stars. They depth was appeared a tiny black smudge from the perspective of onlookers, as they bit of light did not cross out to the mortal realm and was instead eaten.

In the depths of the calm, they found themselves as if frozen by the unmoving waters. Though they squirmed for escape, it took some time before they'd absorbed enough to move, and even then very slowly. On the other hand, the ones that landed on hruk tended to the turtle's needs, like a bird that eats from a hippopotamu's back, they cleaned and cleared bits of rock, sands and traces of overdue magic, hardly something that could truly harm the minor god, but potential annoyances or inconveniences to the massive turtle.
 
Zorus kept flying for what felt like hours. He honestly couldn't remember where his brother told him the realm of Zythis is. With this he landed in some realm that had these Pale eyes along with blue skin. Some even had crystals on them. His warm body along with his confusion made him think of him being at the poles. But he was yet again wrong. "To where am I mortals? I mean no harm and are lost in this giant world," after a few moments of silence he heard the words "Realm of Quan." To this he smiled and wondered where this being was. They were not someone who his brother spoke badly of. "Bring me to your creator. I have words with them."

Before the minor goddess spoke again she blinked a few times to see what had crossed her eyes for only a matter of a second. But thought of it as nothing and continued her conversation. "That's the tyrant! Vez-um whatever his name is! I'm gunna get rid of whatever that thing created because my pops told me so. Now be a good girl and submit to your creators wrong doing. Now," she reeled back her axe "hold still," she threw her weapon aiming for the heart.
 
"Ah, I see," spoke the Serpent, nodding its colossal head only once. The Serpent leaned forward, examining the mortals of this God up close. The smoke from Vez'Arai's nostrils wafted over the Karliki, though the Serpent pulled back once it realized such. "These Karliki are admirable, Grund. Beings of impressive spirits, with natural talents for prosperity." The Serpent's tongue flickered from between its lips before it pulled back, moving its gaze to Grund. "Much benefit there shall be, from the cooperation of the Vez'Sinai and the Karliki. If the situation shall favor us, it would bring me joy to gaze upon the fruits of their cooperation." The Serpent pulled away, turning its gaze to its own creations upon the floating islands of the War God. The Serpent would bring them back home soon, so they could begin their great works in the deserts that would be their cradle.

In truth, although the Serpent was currently pleased, the God felt worry eating away at his core. He doubted other Gods would forget the slights against them, and believed that some day, things may turn violent between them. Something had to be done, but much to his shame, Vez'Arai had no idea where to even begin with such a task. He'd not exactly helped himself to gain the favor of the other Gods, and some seemed wholly unreasonable, such as Khades. Perhaps the ideas of laws of restraint would be a beneficial idea, to keep such gods out of the Mortal realm at least, to keep the mortals safe from their dark wills.

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Asturia raised a brow, a question appearing on her face. As the other Goddess finished speaking, Asturia shook her head, opening her mouth to speak. However, she did not get the chance. Anna commanded her to hold still and threw the axe her way, forcing her to action. Asturia raised her palms, brilliant starlight coming to form betwixt her fingers. She thrust her palms out, a ball of radiant light bursting from her hands with a near-blinding flash of light. Her magic struck the axe out of the air, the weapon clattering to the ground halfway between them, undamaged. Asturia crossed her arms, a grimace forming upon her lips. The time for fun and games was over, and things were suddenly very, very serious.

This Goddess seemed a warrior, and although Asturia was powerful, she was certainly not made to fight. That left her the options of diplomacy, fleeing, or death. Fleeing would only extend this problem, so she considered it better that she simply end this now, whatever shenanigans it was. She would not have her art interrupted by violence, her own blood to be splattered across the canvas. "You hunt me down for the non-existant sins of the God who created me, yet do not even know his name?" she spoke in a calm, serious tone, although not a harsh one. She kept her hands raised, wary of another assault from the Goddess opposite her. "Let us speak, unravel this misunderstanding, before events unfold that cannot be undone."

Asturia nodded, her eyes aglow with vibrant light. "If you pursue this course of action out of justice, then we may talk, for I, nor my creator, have committed any wrong deserving of death." The Star Goddess, the great Dancer, all that she was, was worried now. In the scale of Gods, she'd practically been born yesterday, and already she was being hunted, the weight of death hanging on her shoulders for a crime she did not even know of, if it even existed at all. She hoped that this strange, fiery goddess would be willing to listen to reason and realize that she hadn't the slightest idea what was going on either. Otherwise, things would doubtlessly get messy, and Asturia would be forced to flee to the Serpent, seek his aid.

Whatever 'pops' had ordered her assassinated was a danger, and likely a major god, but at least Asturia would be safe from the axe-wielding Goddess at the Serpent's side.
 
Khades stood and faced Morois, he was near-ecstatic that he no longer was forced to kneel before a celestial lesser than himself. Morois had entered with a swarm of creatures. They were draconic, like Khades, but smaller, mortal. There was one god who would create such creatures, Etyphonium. Khades had not told Zorus about the Six-Winged Dracon for the sole purpose that he was not creating or destroying, simply… being.

Khades let a small grin cross his lips, a genuine grin this time, a grin from a god about to secure victory in future wars.

“Lady Morois, it brings me pleasure that you have taken in such exquisite creations, though nothing to rival your own.” Khades could have gone on about the wyrms for millennia, but time was short, “I must admit I had not come here with the intent of admiring your realm, and although I failed to resist such temptations, business is still on my mind.” Khades pauses and swung an awkward glance toward the minor god who appeared to be dancing, of his next rant was to be as inspiring as he would hope, a dancing foetus wouldn’t help, “There is a problem in this universe, fair sister. This problem scowls from atop its serpentine throne!” Khades began to grow slightly, his ashen skin growing more crimson and draconic, “It scowls at us! At our creations! I say we usurp the Viper Tyrant! Claim the universe as our own, your respect and influence would be unrivalled. No one could ever talk down at you again! You will be Morois, Mistress of Generations, God-Queen of the Cosmos! And no one can stop you.”

As Khades finished, he realised that his skin was now covered in scales, as well as the Everspark humming zealously and even glowing. Khades was sure, beyond reasonable doubt, the war was one, and it hadn’t even begun.



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Quan knew of the arrival in her realm before the one who came knew he would she also knew the others that could have come here. The conflict was growing closer thanks to pointless zealotry against a nonexistent tyrant. it would be great if people could just talk these things out or even better yet just ask her the best way to go for she knew the path to get to the best future, a golden path that already the world was wandering from and likely would never return. She also knew the fate of the one that came here or all his likely fates and in many of them she saws a great betrayal that she herself laid the ground work for and had started at the very beginning the crown of gods would be the item that might cause this. That was just one likely possibility, though there were others that were equally possible even one where this war was prevented. The souls of the Azoth the things that the god of chaos did not believe existed would lead his little brother to what could only be called court room, though where the judge's bench would be there was a throne where Quan'Cath sat waiting for the one she knew would come. The older gods that had seen her before might notice she had changed forms to a slightly more angelic form, though she kept the blue skin.

" So you have come at last" she said letting the younger god know he was expected " Zorus the younger brother of Khades " She continued just to demonstrate she knew him she knew his name his connections that there was little she was not at least vaguely aware of. " i am aware of of you plan already sometimes you come here other times it is Khades yet never do either of you listen to my words" She explained her tone both bored and saddened by this fact. " You have come here with a pitch to fight against someone you have never met for someone that has told you a subjective story, please do try to sell me on your cause and if you allow me the same liberty" she finished though she was very against the war even happening so getting her to go against the serpent was unlikely, though not impossible.

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The two giggled at his comment of their beauty. They were created to be as such so they were not a stranger to compliments such as these, but usually, those who did comment ended up dead, but that was no because of the complement but more of the fact that they were meals, to begin with. Kroina listened to what the man wanted from them with a frown. The only time his kind ever came to visit was to ask for the secrets they held.

His cause was one that had good intentions, however, would the pure intentions become tainted over time? Would the sight of the waters cause him to forget his duty to his wife and his people? It wasn't uncommon. They had to make sure that he wasn't lying as well, others had lied to them to try and get the secrets for less than pleasant reasons. They couldn't make mistakes with something like this.

Juwen let out an amazed gasp as she saw the contents of the box, it was true that they liked shiny things, but there was no point in attempting to bribe them for their information, even if that wasn't their goal with it. "Come on Kroina, look at all those shinies! I could decorate the whole house with only half of that!~ We gotta have it come onnnnn!~" Juwen begged with an excited tone as she gripped Kroina's arm.

Kroina looked up and down at each of the men that stood in front of her. She pursed her lips before making eye contact with the man. "Those jewels won't be enough for this priceless knowledge. There is one more thing," Juwen looked over at Kroina confused, "The final item that you will give me will be your arm. I will devour it after I remove it from your shoulder. You will watch as I do so and feel the pain. After I do that, the knowledge will be yours, so what will it be?"
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DETZWYEG

… Still taking a nap… somewhere…

SANIC

Progress had been good, Sanic had gone to almost all locations in existence and dropped off all of the caterpillars in diverse locations. Though their still remained some more caterpillar to drop off and Sanic didn’t know many other places to go. So in a moment of laziness, Sanic threw the basket into the air, summoned his staff and hit the basket with such speed and power that it sent all the remaining caterpillars to random locations and picking up the basket as it seemed quite strong. “Well, that should do, I’ll return this to Morois or anyone who is in the Realm.” Sanic then left the area heading for Morois’s realm.

Meanwhile some of the caterpillars had landed all over the world from the desert to the poles and even some going to orbit while others went to the depths of the ocean, Sanic in his eyes did an exceptional job.

LIRN

After sloppily Kneeling down he got up and was promptly ignored, not that he cared, in the end he was only here to search for his Lord and as none of the two beings seemed to be very helpful Lirn had decided to leave. He prepared his stance but as soon as he was going to blast off into another realm another being had arrived with as much presence radiating from her as the being known as Khades or Cinder King. But the presence was much more happy, it was also chaotic but not in the harsh sense but in a more rebellious way as an infant and the movement and color of the presence gave Lirn the sensation of rest and sleep, which was weird as Lirn had never slept, but that this point he should’ve been used to experiencing new things.

Though Lirn wasn’t going to have another meaningless conversation with a God that wouldn’t know his Lords location. Lirn prepared to leave the realm and just as he did another force came crashing onto him. This force had hit him just as he had been leaving the realm and the impact of such force made him go unconscious.

EXPLANTION TIME

What had happened was that as Lirn was leaving the realm Sanic was entering which caused them both to hit each other so hard that it would have destroyed a continent. The force of the impact had knocked both of them out in between realms, which means that now Sanic and Lirn are now floating in between realms but thankfully the basket made it through so Sanic wouldn’t have to worry about not returning the basket back to Morois. For now the two Fast where in unknown space floating and basically in coma after such an impact that no one noticed. They would be resting for a while.

HRUK

“I have been traveling across the world, I am seeing many things and taking my time to admire them. I have even grown my mustache a bit and every time I sneeze a storm forms, though the storm bother me not. For I am of such size that it is insignificant to me. I wish father would come and visit me some other time but I can tell that he has fallen asleep due to how calm existence feels. I just hope he enjoys his sleep” Hruk stopped writing on his diary which was the size of a mortal and was being written with Hruk’s psychic powers, apparently he could also move things with his mind. Hruk found it to be useful.

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     Oh! To think Khades had taken such an interest in my work! Such manners too! Roiskin was not mistaken about him, even if by his own admission, he had ulterior motives. Such was the motive of praise by those unbound, such was the praise of an equal, always deceitful, but perhaps with a grain of truth. I would appreciate the grain of truth in his praise.

    "Then admire, admire all you like! I know not what business brings you to my home, but you've stopped for a moment, expendable to those like us unlike mortals who have them finite, so what would be another two or three to truly take in the beauty? Even now, with Etyphonium's added majesty in crafting one of a kind he knows better than none other. For nothing stops a god from making the work of another's domain, except their lack of understanding of that domain, and the drive for its making. Aaah, so few truly understand it." I shook my head all dramatically, before squinting my eyes towards Khade's and realizing he glanced over to Roiskin. I raised a hand, and thankfully the minor goddess understood my request and stopped her dancing so that I and Khades could discuss things more seriously. Hassle though it may be, he had earned that and quite more. The grin I could barely contain, this feeling of authority that I was barely feeling in my realm, that grew when I commanded the fast, that was now almost exploding in my chest, they were clear indicators of that. "Speak then, what was the purpose for which you came?"

    With my arms crossed, I listened carefully to the words of my equal. My fingers twitched and fingernails buried in my arms as the god of chaos spoke, his boiling draconic skin matching the ire of the images passing through my head, the burning desire for retribution for the mockery made of me. "Some petulent, indulgent child" ... "I wish to merely inform you how pathetic you are, fit only to be Goddess of spite and cowardice"... I couldn't help myself from growling just at the echo of the words in the back of my mind. The image, a dream appeared in my head, I myself sitting upon a throne of the finest craft, as the gods around me poured my drink into a cup and the mortals worshipped me below. They prayed that I gave them by blessing of youth, and all gods praised my beauty and my works. In the vision I passed my gaze by as those who attacked my dignity were kept caged like animals, and Lunar herself in exhibition, mocked for her ever-changing shape by the very same group that once mocked me. All now cursed their fate, or praised me and my work. Then, someone came from the shadows, in another gesture of praise, but a small tear rolling down their eyes and a dead tree branch held between their palms.

    "Yet you all shine so beautifully..."

    I opened my eyes, ending the vision. I took a finger to my forehead, as if to erase it, but it was like a part of me. I sighed and thought it over, the urge to immediately join Khades and hunt down that snake calming somewhat.

    "No one can stop me? Do not forget, I am a goddess of trickery as well, Khades. Your offer is tempting to be sure, but it does not blind me to my own weakness. I shall support your cause, if and only if, our allies outnumber, or equal, our enemies. I care not for those who remain neutral. But for this purpose, and though your wrath is just, the moment is not ripe. There is no cause yet that others will rally behind enough to approve the destruction of another god. My trial, a sham though it may have been for it exist in the first place, proved our bretheren are attached to innaction. If we take the first shot, or better said, if they believe we have taken the first shot, then those who would not fight shall become our enemies. We are mighty, but so are our equals. I wouldn't put it past the tyrant to have hidden away secrets before we awakened, a weapon perhaps. I shall work with you, but we must move with a better opportunity." Speaking of opportunity, it seemed that fast had taken his to leave my realm. In his place, the basket I gave Sanic. So he came to pick up the other fast? And was done distributing my arcamoebas. "Well done."
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  • Morois

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     Oh! To think Khades had taken such an interest in my work! Such manners too! Roiskin was not mistaken about him, even if by his own admission, he had ulterior motives. Such was the motive of praise by those unbound, such was the praise of an equal, always deceitful, but perhaps with a grain of truth. I would appreciate the grain of truth in his praise.

    "Then admire, admire all you like! I know not what business brings you to my home, but you've stopped for a moment, expendable to those like us unlike mortals who have them finite, so what would be another two or three to truly take in the beauty? Even now, with Etyphonium's added majesty in crafting one of a kind he knows better than none other. For nothing stops a god from making the work of another's domain, except their lack of understanding of that domain, and the drive for its making. Aaah, so few truly understand it." I shook my head all dramatically, before squinting my eyes towards Khade's and realizing he glanced over to Roiskin. I raised a hand, and thankfully the minor goddess understood my request and stopped her dancing so that I and Khades could discuss things more seriously. Hassle though it may be, he had earned that and quite more. The grin I could barely contain, this feeling of authority that I was barely feeling in my realm, that grew when I commanded the fast, that was now almost exploding in my chest, they were clear indicators of that. "Speak then, what was the purpose for which you came?"

    With my arms crossed, I listened carefully to the words of my equal. My fingers twitched and fingernails buried in my arms as the god of chaos spoke, his boiling draconic skin matching the ire of the images passing through my head, the burning desire for retribution for the mockery made of me. "Some petulent, indulgent child" ... "I wish to merely inform you how pathetic you are, fit only to be Goddess of spite and cowardice"... I couldn't help myself from growling just at the echo of the words in the back of my mind. The image, a dream appeared in my head, I myself sitting upon a throne of the finest craft, as the gods around me poured my drink into a cup and the mortals worshipped me below. They prayed that I gave them by blessing of youth, and all gods praised my beauty and my works. In the vision I passed my gaze by as those who attacked my dignity were kept caged like animals, and Lunar herself in exhibition, mocked for her ever-changing shape by the very same group that once mocked me. All now cursed their fate, or praised me and my work. Then, someone came from the shadows, in another gesture of praise, but a small tear rolling down their eyes and a dead tree branch held between their palms.

    "Yet you all shine so beautifully..."

    I opened my eyes, ending the vision. I took a finger to my forehead, as if to erase it, but it was like a part of me. I sighed and thought it over, the urge to immediately join Khades and hunt down that snake calming somewhat.

    "No one can stop me? Do not forget, I am a goddess of trickery as well, Khades. Your offer is tempting to be sure, but it does not blind me to my own weakness. I shall support your cause, if and only if, our allies outnumber, or equal, our enemies. I care not for those who remain neutral. But for this purpose, and though your wrath is just, the moment is not ripe. There is no cause yet that others will rally behind enough to approve the destruction of another god. My trial, a sham though it may have been for it exist in the first place, proved our bretheren are attached to innaction. If we take the first shot, or better said, if they believe we have taken the first shot, then those who would not fight shall become our enemies. We are mighty, but so are our equals. I wouldn't put it past the tyrant to have hidden away secrets before we awakened, a weapon perhaps. I shall work with you, but we must move with a better opportunity." Speaking of opportunity, it seemed that fast had taken his to leave my realm. In his place, the basket I gave Sanic. So he came to pick up the other fast? And was done distributing my arcamoebas. "Well done."
 

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    Sana'a could see the happiness grow in Kanon's eyes and in witnessing this, felt a blossom of it within herself. It was such a small thing, to pass on just a sliver of joy to another, and yet it was far more glorious than any other victory of war or democracy. Even if she were to be forgotten by all mortals, all she would ever want was this simple spread of comfort from one being to the next.

    "Yes, of course!" Sana'a said in response to Kanon's question, "Hmmm, wait, I know that creature!"

    The light danced between her fingers, catching on their edges like sparks to a flame. Small, flickering motes of the green gathered together suddenly, clumped first in asymmetrical patterns before slowly twisting into a vague shape. A tail, then ears, and fluffy paws, until a semi-transparent creature floated between the goddess' palms, curled up as if in slumber. It was detailed enough that each strand of hair on its pelt could be seen, yet still incorporeal enough that Kanon could pass her hand straight through the creature if she wished to.

    "See, this one is what your toy imitates." Said Sana'a, looking down at the creature with all the fondness of a parent looking down at a child. "But do not worry, we can still use it! Even if such a creature has already been created, the beauty of life is that it is never the same. Every single one of them is unique; a different voice, an individual soul."

    She gazed at the animal for a moment and then blinked, looking up with a small laugh. "Oh, I'm rambling..."

    Sana'a lifted the unfinished creature closer to Kanon so that she could see it better. "It's almost done, but still quite malleable." with a flick of her fingers wings sprouted from the creature's back then faded again, "See? You can alter features if you wish. It can be as different or similar as you want, but the important thing is that it's yours!"

    She passed the creature to Kanon, excitement igniting in her eyes. "I will let you complete it! After you're happy with what it looks like you can give it life! It's the best part! Don't worry, all gods can do it. I know you can too!"

    Sana'a held her fists close to her face as she waited in anticipation to see what changes Kanon would make to the creature and if she successfully brought it to life.

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    Kanon silently observed as Sana'a molded the energy on her palm into a form resembling something animate. It was a simple show, nothing the Boundary Goddess incapable of imitating, however it gave her a new insight on the creation of living being.

    "I think... I begin to understand..."

    The creature she received from Sana'a was... warm. There could be no better explanation than that. it was simple, yet in its simplicity Kanon saw a strange beauty not unlike the nature itself. However, it was also weak. Kanon knew that even a small crush might shatter this unfinished creature.

    Now that was something Kanon couldn't accept.

    As the creature sat idly on Kanon's hands, its feature also began to change. Its body grew larger, yet also becoming much more slender. The head of the creature also gotten sharper, followed by its eyes. Eventually the creature grew so large, it instinctively jumped away from Kanon's palm as it find a much more suitable place to stand.

    "Ah!"

    Yet the creature did not stop growing. It even overshadowed both Goddesses, eventually becoming large enough for Kanon to sat on it.

    Not thay the latter intended to do that.

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    The creature at first looked akin to a fox, yet the similarity ends at their facial and body features. Its presence was extremely powerful, divine in fact, that lesser creatures hid away from its gaze.

    Kanon, however, wasn't frightened in the slightest. Instead, she merely looked toward Sana'a like a confused child toward her mother.

    "I'm... doing it right, ain't I?"

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The smile on the goddess' face only grew as the creature began to morph between Kanon's hands. Witnessing the creation of new life truly was the most glorious of sights, and Sana'a could not help but step closer, eyes bright and starry. More than once she reached out her hands to touch the creature, only to bring them quickly back to her chest when she realized what she was doing. It was Kanon's turn to shape something! She couldn't touch it until she was finished.

So Sana'a tucked her hands behind her back, rocking on the balls of her feet while she watched the creature shift and grow until finally, it leapt from Kanon's hands. Its heart thrummed its first beat, its sides rose and fell, and the surge of its life washed over Sana'a like fresh rain.

"That's it!" she cheered, giving a happy hop.

Once the creature had stilled, its form concrete, Sana'a approached it with her hand outstretched. Despite sensing a strange, powerful presence, the creature wouldn't feel the slightest shred of unease as Sana'a neared. Instead, had it been confused at its new surroundings and the gods, it would calm as Sana'a drew closer, instinctually knowing she was a friend.

"Yes! You did so well, Kanon! They're perfect!" She said while running her hand along the vulpine's side, fingers sifting through its long, silken fur. The beast lowered its muzzle to give the goddess a curious sniff, its eyes shimmering with a light that Sana'a knew belonged to a sharp wit.

"You're lovely," she whispered to it, letting out a happy gasp when she saw its numerous tails unfurl like a fan, clearly showing off. "Oh! Look at those tails! Wow, they must be so fun to swish around!"

They only lasted for a few moments, but a couple of tails sprouted from under the vegetation of the goddess' grassy cloak as she spoke, waggling happily until her attention shifted and they disappeared.

She glanced to Kanon, eyes glowing with joy. "Come, come!" she beckoned excitedly, grinning from ear to ear, "Introduce yourself! Feel their fur, it's so soft! Don't worry, they say they aren't afraid. Actually, I think they really like it but don't want to admit it..."

Sana'a scrunched up her nose and laughed merrily, causing the flowers in her hair to change colour suddenly. She gave the creature another pat, then tilted her head. "Kanon, I would like you to take care of this creature for now. Feed it when it's hungry, give it comfort when it's hurt and most importantly, take it along with you as we explore this new world! Compassion also means looking after the needs of someone other than yourself, so what better way to learn it than by keeping a companion around?"

Sana'a paused, her expression sobering for a moment as she spoke, "Some gods think it's pointless to concern yourself with a single fleeting life, a waste of time with little reward, but that is far from true. The reward for helping another is within the action itself. I-i don't know if I am explaining this right..."

She frowned, struggling to find words to describe complex feelings. The other gods were very good at wielding languages, like the serpent and Morois, but she found she could never really transmit what she truly meant. It was strangely limiting in a way, to whittle down the sublime into something so small as a word. Maybe it was just her.

Animals and plants were much easier to talk to.

"I mean..." Sana'a started carefully, "When you take the time to get to know others you'll learn things you never knew you never knew... not just about them, but also about yourself."

"Now! Let's go do some exploring! It'll be so much fun~, and you're going to need some hands-on training about compassion. All the lessons you need to know out there, we just need to find them!"

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Success! Oh, Khades plan had gone successful! Morois has sided with Khades to destroy the Serpent. Though Morois showed caution, something Khades had forgotten of momentarily. He took a moment to grin with savage glee. The thought of tearing the scales from the Serpent’s flesh was enough to make him giddy.

But business is business, so Khades put on a blank expression, though it could not be without the rage that fuelled his every thought and action.
“Of course,” Khades started slowly, weighing his words carefully, “we would be fools to attack with so few numbers. We must gather allies and maybe we can strike soon, before the Tyrant even realises we’re plotting against it.” Khades smiler and glanced off to the storms, he was exhausted of this era, he needed rest.
“Soon I may visit the Beast King, though I fear my Sanctum calls me. You have a wonderful realm, Lady Morois, I should thank you for revealing to me a beauty otherwise lost on my sight. I would hope to plead with you to talk once more with Etyphonium, who’s creations could work marvels against our plight, though your actions are your own. With that, I say my goodbyes and bid you a pleasant few eras.” Khades took a polite bow, another first for the god of chaos. He turned, took a deep breath of the cool air, savouring every molecule, before leaping high into the air. Breaking free of the realm and transforming back into his form of a great dracon. Yes, Khades was definitely more magnificent than the Wyrms that Morois was harbouring.

Khades was gliding through space when his divine sight showed I’m two minor gods bickering somewhere in the far distant void. One was Asturia, the Star Goddess. The other Khades didn’t recognise, but he sure did hope it wasn’t Zorus’. He hoped the Sun God was not foolish to provoke the Serpent and reveal him all their plans for rebellion. No, surely not, even as young as he was, Zorus couldn’t be that foolish.

Khades dismisses the fight and glided down to Nraumm. The Beacon of the Everspark shone brightly in the sky from its stony tower. Khades drifted down and landed down on the ground before the tower, the doorway was gargantuan and door-less. Khades walked inside to see his valiant little Ashborne running around with their busy lives. Khades plopped himself down in the fire and glanced left into one of the passages that led off from the main chamber, it was the feeding pit, and whatever poor soul had gotten lost in the Sundered Peaks, or whatever beast scavenged from the Bursting Bog, had found themselves in the wrong side of the 126D7679-6E66-4A65-9A43-2080D1DC6939.jpegfeeding pit. Ashborne, as well as a new creature, fed on the ravaged remains. The creature looked like it was decomposing, it was too fat fly on its knobbly wings. It made a weird trill as it ate, so Khades dubbed it by that noise, Svarthn.

Done with his business Khades allowed himself the luxury to close his eyes briefly, but as he did sleep took him with haste. A light sleep, aware of all that went on in the Sanctum, but sleep nonetheless.



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