Fantasy A World Anew

[jmann]

With a new minor god created and sent on their way, Khades focused his mind on the task at hand. There was a rebellion that needed raising.

Khades had not felt Zythis presence as strongly as some of his brethren. Zythis was inactive, and that was one whose slumber Khades did not wish to disturb. Khades passed lazily over a vessel traversing the ocean, he gazed down to see a race of icy creatures. The inverted form of the Ashborne. They were blue, with lighter growths of ice. These were the Azoth, the race created by Quan’Cath. Khades huffed indignantly, imagining the Ashborne waging war against the Azoth. A smile crept across his draconic face when he imagined the Ashborne victorious.

Khades racked his memory for his perfect plan. For now he would just fly and hope to remember. Khades found himself flying in figure-eights over the two continents. Watching and judging battles between anything and anyone. His favourite battles were any that involved his other minor-god, Teros, slaughtering any that were unfortunate enough to cross him. Though that was fairly uncommon, as nobody had claimed the area east of Khades and West of the Serpent.




Many miles away, Brekkrus the Ravenous had a plan. He had discovered that the flesh of a warrior sustained him for longer periods of time than that of a weaker mortal. So Brekkrus would aim for the best: he would kill and consume a Hunter of the Clan of the Infernal. The strongest warriors on the continent must supply months of sustenance. But as Brekkrus waited outside the camp, waiting to ambush a wandering soul, Brekkrus heard Pyrekin Vyndarth talk. She was the most esteemed Ashborne and her fire magic proved unbeatable in battle. Vyndarth spoke of a the things Khades, their God, had said while he slept. She claimed Khades despised the Great Serpent and wished destruction upon him. This gave Brekkrus an idea, he had never eaten one of the snake-people before. Perhaps their flesh was different?

Brekkrus ran off to test his theory. But he was still yet to cross the continent. It would take an awful long time to reach the deserts.


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[ZuluSlayer]

The years had been kind to Tartarus. His realm prospered and grew, expanding like a spider's web. From the depths of the earth to the tallest mountains in the sea, his children watched over every corner of the world. His children grew in number, fueled by a thousand years of death, war, and disease. Through the suffering of mortal races, Tartarus had grown in power and expanded his family exponentially. And the many species that sought refuge in his land grew too! Strange mutated beasts of ivory and bone, horrid blobs of living flesh, some outcasts of the other gods. What a glorious millennium for them all!
Tartarus stood on a balcony overlooking his newest realm. Built on the side of a mountain in the far north, he had constructed it as a sort of resort for his lieuntants, a reward for a fine century of work. It was also an ideal spot to hide cursed items from the masses of mankind. Who would climb the side of a huge mountain for a certain death?
"Solomon! Summon your brother and sister! I have a task for you." Tartarus shouted.
"Yes, Father."
Solomon had been a constant companion to his father over the years. The God of Slavery and Cruelty had changed little in the past 1000 years. He remained heartless and cruel, a lover of torture. But for all his brutality, he was quite efficient and loyal, and had been Tartarus' most trusted confidant and adivsor. His career as the Warden of the Deep Pit and as a messenger to other gods had proven his reliability. But his upcoming task he prove to be his most critical.
A moment later, Tartarus was joined by the rest of his children: Gian Carafa, the Master of the Forbidden, and Melekh, Lady of the Flesh. One took the form of a simple priest, but concealed great knowledge and power of the darkest arts beneath the innocent face of his. The other was a woman, beautiful on the outside, but corrupt beyond all measure within her rotten soul. Both represented the outcasts that lurked in his lairs, and the knowledge that the exiles of the world brought to his doorstep.
"My children, I have a task of great importance for you. The world has changed since we first came to be, and already our divine brothers plot war against each other. We must find allies beyond our sea-borne allies and secure the safety of our people. That is why each of you shall go forth and meet new gods, and secure their friendship." he began.
"Solomon, as my right-hand, you have an important task. You shall seek out Viktor, the Forge-God, and attempt to convince him to supply us with equipment. His weapons and armor may be a saving grace in the future wars." he said.
The slaver-god nodded and asked in his gravelly, rough voice, "Where might I find him, Father?"
The ethereal hiss of Tartarus replied, "Go to his son, Ologor. He will know." Solomon bowed and then set off to his personal mount, a great undead worm found dead in the deepest roots of the earth. Tartarus then darted his eyes over to his youngest son, Gian. The God of Forbidden Knowledge may look ancient, but he was in fact the youngest of all the minor gods, and one of the potentially weakest. But he wouldn't fight. He would gather knowledge and be the eyes and ears of Tartarus among mortals and other species.
"Gian, you shall find the library of Pandora. Long has it been untouched by its patron. It must be secured to safeguard its knowledge from the wrong hands." he ordered. The library would also provide Gian an excellent chance to read up on the lore of the world, and give Tartarus the knowledge of the wider world.
"Your wish is mine command, Father of mine. Shall I seek out anything in particular there? Scrolls? Secrets of mortal kings?" the old man asked, leaning on a cane.
"Whatever suits your fancy."
With a nod, Gian changed form into a spirit and flew off towards the library with haste.
"And lastly, Melekh. You will join me as we seek out Khades. We must attempt to secure the safety of our realm from his ambitions. We cannot afford to have his destructive tendencies hurting our people, or that of Xue. And I believe you wanted to see these creations of his. Two skulls with one blow, eh?"
The woman stared silently at her father, and nodded. She rarely spoke much, preferring her powers over verbal communication. To every god, their own.
"Let's be off, then." With a snap, Tartarus teleported and created a platform of bone and muscle about a mile in front of Khades, reclining back in a chair and waiting for the huge god of destruction to see him. Melekh stood next to him, silent as a statue. jmann

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Solomon appeared on the shores of Viktor's island. Many strong slaves, if they ever became willing to serve. Taking the quickest routes, Solomon made his way in the form of a faint mist, sailing through the countryside to wherever Ologor was. This place had become a land of industry and war. A living fortress. MorgathosTheRussian ​

 

[jmann]

Khades best his wings frantically to stop himself from slamming into the new obstacle. He had been close to his Sanctum, the glimmering Beacon now visible on the horizon behind the obstruction. He had been fluting much faster than he had realised. Khades stopped and examined the thing in front of him, it looked like people.
“What in the unholy name are y—” Khades stopped himself. There was a glint of recognition at the figures in front of him, one of them at least. Khades faintly remembered seeing him during the Trial. Or perhaps some other time. Tartarus. Tartarus had escaped Khades mind for the past millennia. Perhaps he would be the turning point in this war that was yet to be waged.
The second figure, Khades didn’t recognise. Perhaps a minor God that Tartarus had created, a bodyguard even?

“Tartarus, I presume?” Khades started, “My apologies. We have not met.” Khades tapped a talon on the Everspark, when he drew it away it carried a line of fire like melted cheese. He whipped this line around and with it created a floor between them, beneath Tartarus’ seating and just in front of Khades. The floor was made of dark and smouldering coals held together with sheer divine willpower. Khades morphed and transformed back into his towering mortal form. He walked forward and stuck his hand out towards Tartarus. His other hand drew another line from the Everspark which Khades whipped it into a seat of his own, a sturdy stone bench.
Before he would sit, Khades held his hand forward and said: “My name is Khades, and it’s a pleasure to meet you.”



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[MorgathosTheRussian]

"Ah yes, the Arts. I suppose that it is this 'magic' you speak of. Viktor blessed some of us with unique powers. Some of us can control flame, others manipulate the earth. I am quite canny at hunting and the use of the longbow. I can find my prey anywhere and everywhere, and hit right where I want. His Holiness does not discriminate with them. The young, the old, the strong, the weak. All have a chance to inherit it. But one must use it for a worthy cause."

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Flanked by towering men of steel, Ologor sat in the great throne room on the peak of Mount Kamen. He surveyed his vast land through a great window, and then perceived something on the southern shores of his land. Something divine, and filled with cruelty and malice. He knew not his intentions, but he did know it could not be allowed to corrupt his father's land. "My brothers, we have an intruder." Arming himself with the broadsword Aeternum, forged by Viktor himself, and taking up shining armor that radiated great heat and light, Ologor began to move towards the window.
"Open."
With a shriek, the window turned into a portal, and without breaking stride, Ologor and his bodyguard walked through the portal and onto the sandy shores of the south.
"What brings you to my shores, monster?" Ologor questioned, his hand resting on the sword.​

 

[Solirus]

Hruk

“That is most interesting, I suppose that each art is meant for a certain job, your being for hunting if you can find anything anywhere, though it must have a limit on how far it can go.” Hruk said to the woman, “And another thing that I wanted to-” Hruk in an instance felt the presence of two powerful beings, both giving off different energies. Hruk moved his head towards the direction of the two beings, “Judging from the description you gave me of your king, I can assume that the presence I am currently feeling is his and that of another powerful being.” Hruk said to the woman without moving his head towards her. “I will head over there now and find out what is going on, you may follow me if you'd like.” Hruk began to walk to the two other minor Gods in a rather fast pace to be able to arrive in time and know exactly what might be going on.

MorgathosTheRussian

Sherlock

Sherlock had been exploring the desert for some time now, checking mostly its wildlife and the sand itself, he had already counted most of the grains of sand in the ground and all of them seemed quite different from the rest, especially the ones which were near his father when he created him, those had just become really weird.

Even after exploring a lot in the vast desert, he had yet to explore the civilization and races that inhabited it. Perhaps he could leave them some treasure for them to find, but he could only do it if he learnt their language, the extent of their intelligence and perhaps their necessities and wants. He had disguised himself as a hooded figure because he didn’t want him face to be seen yet, or at least the weird mask face he had. As he walked to the shore of the desert, beginning to see more plants and such, he saw a massive hurricane in the very far distance, though he didn’t pay much attention of it thinking it could possibly be something normal, so he simply kept on walking and analyzing the area waiting to find a civilization.

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[ZuluSlayer]

Tartarus stayed seated, not moving an inch. Let the Great Game begin.
"I am aware of who you are. All of us became aware after you made your hate of the Wyrm well known at the trial. And since that fateful day, I've been watching you with great interest. You show something that the other gods don't. You show ambition and have the drive to do it. The Wyrm, he has ambitions, but not the stomach to make hard choices. Viktor too has ambitions, but are focused merely on his toys. Detz, who knows? But you, you have the stomach, the drive, and the proper ambitions. You want to see the tyranny of the Wyrm destroyed, and with this, I see our goals align."
"I view the Wyrm as more than just a threat to myself, but also to my creations and that of my allies. And I care more for them than I do anything on this material plane. I do not trust the Wyrm, and I believe he has motives to do harm to anything he considers unnatural. And as someone I viewed as his most likely enemy, I'd like to offer my assistance in the war. I will lend you my full support in the war, if it breaks out. But in exchange, I should like the souls of any that fall in the conflict and a guarantee that destruction shall not reach my people." Tartarus offered. It was a big gamble, but could pay off. Victory was not achieved by the timid.

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This was a nice welcoming party. "Stay your blade, good sir, for I do not come for your people or your land. Merely to speak with your Father. My own has a request for him."
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[jmann]

Khades lowered his hand and scowled slightly before sitting on his stone bench. As Tartarus spoke, Khades couldn’t help but grin. Another one shared his thoughts, his desires, his hatred of the Serpent.
“Your words are kind, Tartarus, kind indeed. But I know nothing of you. I know nothing of your world beneath the sea, bar the fact it is somewhere among the depths. For all I know, your words may as well be honey. But until I know the enemy’s might, I cannot guarantee anything. So now I ask you, who are your people? Who is this you’ve brought? Surely you were not afraid to meet me. And what are your goals here? Why ally with me instead of simply defending yourself?”
Khades hung his head, looking down past the floor he had built between himself and Tartarus. The vast ocean swayed and swirled. Khades’ scowl dropped and he felt his a ball grow in his throat. Khades coughed and blinked back up to Tartarus. Watching expectedly.

 

[Solirus]

The FAST

As time had passed the fast had been working on a home for themselves, with time and effort they were finally able to build their home. “That should be good enough.” Sanic said placing down the last piece of furniture. “Everyone, let's come outside to see our success.” The rest of the fast followed Sanic as he marched outside with the rest of them. They looked at the house. Perfectly built, with an interior larger than its exterior. It was great, both Sanic and Afon were proud and happy about it while Lirn and Hwan did like it but didn’t have such a feeling of accomplishment.

But right as Sanic began to praise himself in his own thoughts, the building collapsed almost immediately into pure rubble. Sanic’s excitement fell into sorrow as the building they had all worked are in building had fallen into basically rubble. “OH COME ON.” Afon shouted as he went down on his knees, “I WAS SURE TO HAVE MADE NO MISTAKES WHEN THINKING OF IT.” he moved his attention to Sanic and Lirn, “IT HAS TO BE ONE OF YOU, BEFORE YOU ARRIVED IT WAS FINE AND NOW IT’S ALL GONE TO SHIT.”

Hwan put his hand on Afon’s shoulder, “Please Afon calm down, it couldn't have been their fault, the structure seemed stable enough and just broke the instant we took a good look at it, to me that seems like something truly unnatural.” Hwan said, “and the most unnatural thing I can think off is none other than someone.” Hwan moved his attention to Lirn, “Lirn, if you could, please scan the area with you gift or power, or whatever its called.”

Lirn took a deep breath and began concentrating, he felt the presence of all living creatures in the area, all having a considerably small presence, he felt his fellow fast with a larger presence. Lirn focused more and at that moment he felt the massive presence far away in the sky, as if it were spying on them. “Oh you’ve got to be kidding me.” Said Lirn “Who did you feel?” asked Sanic, “Who do you think, it’s our fucking Lord, he’s probably played a prank on us.” Lirn exclaimed with an irritated tone

Detz finally revealed himself and began descending to the level of his minions, “HAHAHAHAH OH MY GOODNESS, YOU SHOULD’VE SEEN YOUR EXPRESSION SANIC OH MY GOODNESS, THAT WAS SO FUNNY, I’M SO GOING TO REMEMBER UNTIL THE END OF ALL, AHAHAHAHAHAHAHA” Detz said to Sanic laughing maniacally.

Hwan looked at Detz, “So I was right that you were the one behind the destruction of our house, but I am still not sure why you would do such a thing.”

Detz snapped his fingers and a second Detz appeared, “That Detz over there is currently laughing way too much to answer your question, so I’ll be the one to answer it. Basically, an idea from DetzWyej to have all of you be able to construct the building to almost perfection as a way to train both you physical and mental endurance, your precision, and your knowledge of the environment, if everything isn’t done to near perfection, the house has a 100% chance of crumbling, so good luck.” The second Detz let himself fall into the other Detz and Merged back together.

Detz finally stopped laughing and looked at the rest of The Fast, “Basically that, so, good luck, and be sure not to mess up.” With that a ton of leaves fell from the tree and Detz had disappeared.

The Fast looked at each other, “So are we going to try again?” Hwan asked looking at Afon in particular. “UGGGHHH FINE, I’ll start making a new blueprint.” Afon said getting back up and beginning to think of a new and hopefully better blueprint to work with.

And Thus The Fast try once more.

 

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• part XX: The Realm Complete
• 1000 Years of Blood
• 1000 Years of Fun
• 1000 Years of Reign

• Morois
  
  
  
  ...Before the Timeskip... ​
  
  I found myself thinking about the topic of Khade's offer, and the potential for an upcoming celestial war. For our kind to war against one another was not a sad thing, for beings of our greatness ought to settle disputes by means of appropriate scale, for our tools and our actions ought to represent at every turn, our might. What good is potential if never realized? However, war was also a pitiful thing, and a dangerous thing. To preserve the losses and waste, and at the same time assure victory, war wasn't the true solution, but a one-sided victory. How would I be able to ensure as much? Convincing them to side with me was unlikely to say the least. If anything, me making such an offer might only turn them to the serpents cause. 'She was a villainous, insulent child after all!' they would proclaim in their hearts, foolishly, not seeing how they would be the next to suffer from the serpent's oppression.
  
  Appealing to their peacefulness and inaction, on the other hand, might serve us well. One mighty finger not pointing in the direction at our side was, in a sense, just as useful as one pointing at the serpent's. The thought only became more credible when one considered what I told Khades earlier: our bretheren already have shown themselves attached to that innaction. It was it, not my case, which they had cited in my defense (just though I may have been).
  
  As I was pondering these things, the wyrms came and wrapped themselves against my arm and neck, softly slithering around them and nudging. I pet them on the scales for a bit and got the message: the Arcamoebas had returned.
  
  The jellyfish-like creatures had pushed themselves amongst conflicts and calm, flame and ice, death and life...all corners of the universe, much quicker thanks to Detz's minion, and were now converging upon my palace. After floating in, they would wrapp themselves into a sort of squishy egg-shaped form, their tentacles hidden within their curled up bodies. Soon the energy they had taken to consume, no more than residues of godly power, which yet held so much potential by themselves. Leylines of power formed within the eggs themselves and like fish, those threads swam across the semi-transparent eggs, thin and sharp and quick like arrows. The spin only increased, and as they spun within those eggs faster and faster, the arcamoebas began being pulled by that phenomenon, which in turn twisted their shape and their colors changed like the seasons change, but once again far faster. Far, far faster, to the point even my divine eyes were having trouble keeping up. As they reached the final stage, the eggs would expand one last time, and attain a neon blue color, and inside like a child on the womb was the form of the result, dreaming in the comfort.
  
  
  
  Fissures ran across one of the arcamoeba egg's surface, and it opened like a blooming flower. The fluids dropped to the ground (I made a mental note then to have someone clean it up later) along with the first hatched. They had the form of a small human child, and upon seeing me quickly conjured an oversized straw hat to cover themselves with and hide behind the remains of their egg. Following this, a second egg hatched and a lizard, no, a small dragon with glowing eyes full of magic and wings with greatly pronounced veins, propelled itself off the fluids which were like an erupting volcano of the slimey substance. The creature attempted to fly, only to land flat on its face on the ground and whail. As I walked over to it, to pick it up, and rock it in my arms for its comfort, a third egg took its turn. A pitch black hand quickly reached to the opening egg's shell, as did it's insectoid eggs, and with leg and claw they stabbed it. A large maw at the center of the body then bit into and began devouring the egg, and a humanoid egg with some form of exoskeleton mask emerged, bathed in the egg's fluids. The fourth was a simple, almost tribalistic mask. Fifth a flamming skull that floated in the air, sixth a Bush sort of creature, as if a rabbit or a baby deer war wearing a bush to camouflage itself and dragging along the floor, seventh a book elevating itself into the air with two feather-pens flapping like wings, eight a being similar to a human, but displaying two white wings like a dove.
  
  A drop of Xue's residual power, took the ninth hatch, which absorbed the fluid into itself and became like a living droplet of water. The tenth was no more than a regular infant, yet as one looked away it's image shifted into that of a hideous monstrosity of tentacles, maws and eyes, the eleventh a spider wearing a collar of beads. The twelth constantly shapeshifting and reflecting a random direction, as an extremely polsihed mass of silver. The thirteenth was a ghost which aged and regressed in quick cycles, from an infant to an elder and back. Fourteenth was a hammer with lightning sparks erupting out of it every few moments. A flaming dragon whelp was the fifteenth. The sixteenth and seventeenth took the shape of a baby zombie and a phoenix respectively.
  
  More yet were birthed by the Arcamoeba, and others hatched failures, incomplete creatures due to lack of gathered power, or simply exploded due to an excess. Still, making all 102 of the successfully birthed wait now would be a disrespect both to their efforts and those of the Fast Detz had lent me. I opened my arms and walked towards them with a smile, making sure to exert a godly aura with each step, a radiance unlike any a mortal had seen (to my knowledge). The crown atop my head glowed like a boreal, my smile was moehterly and tender, my standing majestic yet prepared for embracing.
  
  "Welcome, children of the arcamoebas that I created. Your births hail the the completion of my realm. Seeing as how you were just formed with common purpose but different form, I shall conceive of your names at a later time. For now, make yourselves at home in my palace. Immitations though you may be, you in very small, almost unnoticeable fashion like my kin, and thus are worthy of serving and protecting this palace of mine. Come, now..." As I turned and pressed my foot onto the ground, the sound resonated through the hall, echoes like a quire to my majesty. The light followed me as I guided them to the room where they would spend their first night. "You shall sleep here today. Make the most of it, for sleep shall not be a-"
  
  Only a couple of them were even behind me.
  
  I rushed back only to witness the dragon flying and phoenix throwing themselves around in some sort of game of tag, some of the others playing with the leftover fluids or hiding behind their once-eggs.
  
  "What are you...grrrr...!" They DARED do this to me on their first day of existence? I couldn't help chuckling a bit. My fingers reached my forehead. Aaaah, indeed, so like my kin. I snapped my fingers and in an instant, they all dropped to the floor, fast asleep. "For the insulence, you're all having nightmares tonight. Hopefully you'll finish forming your minds soon."
  
  After bringing them to their room, I gathered up all of the fluids and broke them down back into raw magic, which I gifted to Roiskin. She was but a minor goddess, yet she had the gargantuan task of guarding my realm against intruders, against my equals. Like giving a dog the scent of one is looking for, giving her that might help her evade prying eyes and invaders. But I couldn't relax yet: There was one last thing to do.
  
  What if Koma did something overly excessive, even for her, while in the mortal realm? What if Aímas required my assistance? What if mortals took note of my absense, and mocked and assaulted my image, forgetting their place entirely? They were but possibilities, but I would have to keep eyes that could observe and do more of my work in the mortal realm. Plus, such eyes could be used to keep track of events as well, allowing me to better ceise opportunities (should they arise) to fulfill my bargain with Khades. Well, naturally he too would be observed. Though just, he was a rebel. Even if he succeeded there was no guarantee he wouldn't do it again.
  
  I opened one of my castle's windows and closed my eyes. I reached out for the ether of my realm and the faint connection all realms shared. I reached out for the dreams and those that dreamt, as a green mist began forming between my fingers and under my writs, circling around my hands and up to my arms. Little pockets of blue and green began forming in the mist and I pressed it together, no, I forced itself to press itself together with my authority, with a simple command.
  
  "Become indistinct no more, become yourself, your kin. Take a shape fit of dreams, may they sustain your presence, and you in turn revere theirs. Guide them, yet be shaped by them, take form from the formless, blend together to become unique." As my words went on, the mists began to grow more and more solid, as if attracted together into lumps of mass, forming a mane of fur, a long tubular nose, a skull so thick it could be seen from the skin. Their legs shifted like the mist, present or taking on the form of some animal. I grinned as it opened it's first eye. "You are a bakir. Your kind shall be my presence, just as Aímas now represents my action in my absense. Observe, and protect the little ones, and those who forgot they are still but little ones. Do not disturb their dreams, but do not leave them either. Eat, at your judgement."
  
  
  
  Like tendrils of smoke, as soon as I spoke those words the bakir dispersed and left my realm onto the mortal realm. Nonetheless, their interaction with it would be minimal: They were creatures of dreams, not ones made to touch upon physical matter. No, they would remain in minds and the subconscious, observing the dreams they consumed for sustenaince, and through them, I too would be watching.
  
  As I concluded my work, I returned to my palace, and simply observed my realm, as new souls came and overcame their pasts, accepting themselves, me and my realm. I grinned as I watched them happily playing, some exploring and some pretending, and pet the wyrms that came by me. I would have fun like this. Oh and decorating too. Plus, when the arcamoeba's children woke up, I would also teach them about their new duty. And name them, I suppose. So much work in the life of one such as myself!
  
  I sat at my throne, wyrms following along loyally, and I finally relaxed in so long. So much so, I might've slept for some hundred years.
  
  
• [div class=Aimas]
  Aímas
  
  
  Tsusney felt his body stiffening as the woman of the seas approached him to devour his arm. He felt the cold droplets of water and saliva dripping on to his skin. Prices were steep indeed, though from the perspective of many races, vampires were much the same: pricey to live with. Ever since their creation, it had been one of their greatest struggles, the virtue given to them by their maker, blessed by their guardian, which they couldn't help sinning. So little peace had been allowed to them. If these mermaids were anything like that...then he couldn't help but to feel pity for the poor thing about to eat his limb.
  
  Much to his surprise though, his horrible expectations were not met. There was blood, no more than a nibble's worth, and considering where vampiric blood was located normally, it wasn't even that deep into the arm. He looked, confused, at the mermaid, as she told him this had been but a test of his intentions and, he assumed, his resolve. The other mermaid didn't seem to make left or right of the situation either.
  
  In a mixture of admiration and relief, the vampire chief dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the mermaid.
  
  "I thank you profoundly. Not only have you, in your mercy, spared me from the price you set, but you also are willing to grant me knowledge on the gift. However, more than any of those, yes, especially because this is such a sacred quest of mine, this trial of devotion it itself a blessing. What greatness you possess, to be so faithful to your maker yet to sefless in your application, to remind me of my own yet incomplete devotion. Thank you." He took a moment, then stared at the mermaid in the eyes. "I hereby swear, that should you or any who share your blood, call upon the assistance of my clan, we shall provide it in the name of the pact of our goddesses!"
  
  After this, Tsusney was given the knowledge of how to reach the waters of youth. As he returned home, triumphant, his legend spread among the vampires, and even some outsiders caught wind of it and spread the tale further and further as well, growing it, embedding it in the people's minds, embelishing it at every step. Some called the mermaid a woman more gorgeous than the goddesses, some called her a terrifying monster of the seas that Tsusney had to face while holding down his fear. Some claimed even, that the final trial was claim for Tsusney's head instead, and even that he had been willing to give. Naturally. Aímas accepted the offering, and blessed not only Tsusney's son, but his descendents as well, who became the first true users of blood magic.
  
  Some of Tsusney's companions had been left behind though, remaining by the side of the waters of youth and building a fountain around it. In fact, this constituted one of the few attempts vampires had at making a village of their own, which they began constructing around the fountain. However, they found they were unable to subsist merely on the waters as they had hoped, and succumbed to their hunger, the whole village becoming like hungry beasts as soon as people stopped coming by. Though the location would come to be lost, travellers still sometimes come across the rumored haunted village, said to keep an unspeakable treasure for those who brave it.
  
  Over the coming thousand years, vampires spread more and more, blending into the various cultures of the mortal realm as best they could. Those they couldn't, and which they unable to establish friendly relationships with, ended becoming small pockets of hunter and prey, with who was which constantly on the shift. Friendly approaches were of course preferable to them: Fights were a waist of good, healthy blood. Those that sought leadership sought them from the seven great roaming clans, five of which had originally came from the Bloodmane clan, now split by fights for succession from quintuplets, and their conflicting philosophies and hopes for the clans. Nonethless, vampires knew how to respect boundaires and show proper respect, and they never lost their sense of reverence. Flutes and drums were still played in the clans and still used to help innitiate children to their own senses and overcoming instinctive overreactions.
  
  The wealthiest among them often found themselves to be collectors of sorts. As they mixed with the various cultures they had access to through a bit of magic and their innitial humanoid appearance, they ended up gaining access to knowledge and goods from various places. They didn't always know how to put things together or how to make the best use of them, but they sure knew how to improvise, and often something end up being used to hang a coat when it wasn't supposed to, or something would catch fire for reasons the vampire couldn't quite understand, but "passion takes risk", they would often say. At the same time, those in clans began developing chaste systems, some more extreme than others, but all sharing the common vampiric beliefs on the righteousness of one's bloodline.
  
  
  
  Of course, Aimas was not simply sitting idly by. Every day she wondered how her mother was doing, how she would praise her once she saw how the vampires had spread. Descending amongst her vampires during their worship and celebration, in a temporarily reduced form, or in simply by using the cursed beads worn by the head priestress, to possess and dance in her body, was among her favorite things to do, alongside the occasions she got to visit Morois in her realm.
  
  One day, however, something odd happened. Among the lower chastes of the vampires, one exhibited symptoms of a strange power. The vampire was no more than a toddler, and infant even, no more than 10 years old, yet another young boy of a higher chaste found themselves pushed on a mound and rolling down the hill as a result. Having witnessed this, the parents came to scold the little boy, though they were confused as to the origin of the mysterious power. How could a vampire of such low standing possess a power like that at such a young age? Nonsensical. No doubt Koma, her sister, would have loved to hear about of such an event.
  
  Aímas clotted herself in a mortal shell which she created resembling the boy in age. She saw him sitting among the grass in another hill, staring at the distance while hugging his knees. She appeared next to him, sitting down in a much more comfortable position, hands behind her holding the pose. She didn't speak. She simply waited for the boy to aknowledge her presence there.
  
  "GwUAAAH!" Squeaked the tiny vampire as his gaze finally turned towards the girl he didn't recognize. She did seem somewhat familiar however, he just quite put his finger on it. Well, naturally he wouldn't. Aímas did take the liberty to place a small curse on him that would keep him from recognizing her divine presence. To his eyes, no doubt, she was no more than a mortal just like him. Oh, and there was one more curse...
  
  "What are you thinking about?" Inquired the goddess.
  
  "Everyone is going to be so angry that I hurt Davil, but it wasn't my fault, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't even know I could do that..." The little boy's eyes widened at how honest he was being. He held nothing back: Even if he tried, as if his mouth and tongue had wills of their own, they would speak their peace. "I hate Davil. I hate that the grown-ups always say I'm worst than him, when he is the mean one."
  
  A sound complaint. But it seemed as though the young vampire didn't understand what this was about either and only recently, possibly today, had learned about this magic of his. SHe would have to investigate further, as she did not make it be this way. However, that would come later: Today, this little one needed her aid and guidance. No doubt such mature decisions would please Morois and bring praise upon herself.
  
  "Tell me your name."
  
  "William Dry." Once more, without any holding back, he had spoken. Who was this girl? "What is your name? Who are you?"
  
  "mhmehetgf." She responded, but his mind wouldn't aknowledge what she told him. It hurt ever so slightly.
  
  "I don't think I quite got that."
  
  "Then it musn't be important. Important, isn't that a funny word? Guys like that Davil you pushed really think they are 'important'. And they are. But they do forget WHY though. Don't you think? Ah, no, you're probably too young to understand."
  
  "Aren't you the same age as me?"
  
  "How clever!" the girl clapped. "Aren't clever people important? Are you important, William Dry?"
  
  "Of course not! Or the grown-ups wouldn't treat me like that!"
  
  "Would you want to be? With that power you have?"
  
  William looked at his hand. Then he looked at the distance, and the mounds and hills. Then at the little girl. He smiled with determination.
  
  "Of course I would! One day, when you and I become all big, then I'll be as big and important as all of these hills!"
  
  The girl vampire giggled a little.
  
  "What if I told you, that I'm bigger than those hills you see and praise so much?" Aíamas pointed at one of the hills and lowered her finger. Even without touching it, as if bowing, the hill collapsed on itself, flattening by her mental command. "You see, William, there things which you can't see, and yet are bigger than any that you can. My mother taught me as much. Is your heart bigger than your fear? Your wish bigger than you thirst for revenge? Let me witness it, William Dry."
  
  By the time William took his eyes off the flattened hill, the girl next to him was already gone. The sensation of her being familiar had grown stronger as well.
  
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• [div class=Koma]
  Koma
  
  
  
  Thump, pump, kapow! Koma landed on the mortal plane and rolled over the crater a bit before leaping right back to her feet! Perfect score, terrible landing!
  
  The girl felt like exploring, so she took a look around the world. All nice and well-built, with all kinds of silly peoples and silly things. She loved little accidents and pranks people pulled on each other, she loved children pretending to be adults and adults that just wanted to be children again. She loved making it rain after someone said things couldn't get any worse, she loved the cripple that wished and studied to fly one day, even if that day might never come. She loved talented young peasants and tired useless nobles, she loved those accidental heroes and those politians who cared so much for the children except the one they beat up at home every other night. She loved the greatest evildoers sacrificing themselves for the greater good, and the best friends who betrayed one another for an unrequited love. She couldn't help but to laugh histerically at it all, and rolled on her sides until she calmed down. She particularly found herself loving one of her maker's creations, something called a flyme. She adored how it seemed all wet and flimsy and stuff. How its shape was barely held together, yet just simple enough one could tell what it was. There needed to be more like this thing. Like, TONS more!
  
  And that's how Koma started the plague of slimes. She made them in all colors and sizes, specially fun sized, and she put some of those in candy because it was fun to do that when they were that size. Seeing naughty little children steal candy from the closet, only to find it had a slime in it all along! Hahaha, she couldn't stop herself from rolling over with laughter. She also hid them in lakes and in the woods, near volcanos and in snowy areas, tweaking the design just a bit each time so that they would fit well with the view. Hopefully well enough that the locals wouldn't notice them until they accidentally, innocently, and very literally, stumbled into one.
  
  She was basically very found of wild magic. Not only did she feel somewhat indebted to Detz and their servants for their part in her creation, but more important, it was just SO COOL how someone could randomly turn into a potted plant! She wished all magic was like that. She began accompanying certain mages, who claimed to be great and glamorous. At random points their spells would grow donkey ears on themselves, freeze something they wanted to heat, or to appease Morois, switch the bodies of an adult and a child. Double the kid! Hehe! Woohoo, youpee!
  
  
  
  Moving freely in the world like this, she couldn't help skipping around. But something was missing. Ah, flowers! Skipping always looked better in a flower field! She made sure those flowers grew quickly so she could skip on them properly. But then they just died too quickly too! She needed to balance it somehow... Oh! What was a flower field without some bees, of course! Plus it would be hilarious, haha! She crafted their nests to be partially underground instead of one trees, so less people would notice, and gave them stinger that extracted age from those they stang, thus keeping the flowers healthy while she skipped. And doing a little more to those that happened to wonder by. Hopefully they wouldn't think of spreading, but even if they did, that was future Koma's problem.
  
  Koma then went around setting up "dungeons" of sorts, just general places to fill up with all sorts of unnusual, very agressive creatures, and a reward at the end. Most of them were pretty nice, but she did love to put some "faints" here and there, a curse item in this magnificent palace, or a spoon as the final reward after weeks of restless battle. Furthermore, the placement was also pretty nice: One moment one would be walking into a bathroom, the next they would be falling into a cave full of wolves. I mean, if you can't see the fun in that, you just ain't got a sense of humor!
  
  
  ....​
  
  An old woman sat by her cottage, going back and forth in her rocking chair. Her husband, Lionel Sunheart, had passed away earlier, something she could only even know about through a letter. Said letter was on the ground next to her, and on her lap was a pie she'd baked and used an item from the coldest lands to preserve. Her husband's favorite apple pie, saved up just for him when he came back. She wouldn't even cry, only stare blankly at the distance, her mind barely able to process how it could go on living after hearing such a moment would never arrive.
  
  Now, this naturally wouldn't do! Koma approached the woman, and whispered into her spirit, though the woman could not hear the whispers. Koma pointed at the sun.
  
  "The sun is setting in his honor. Even the skies honor the fallen Sunheart, even the Sun of his name closes the courtins for the night." The woman knew these thoughts, which she spoke to herself without knowing why, were not true. And yet, just the thought awoke her. Her grief was immense. Crushing. She could feel herself falling apart as she looked at the pie, and the tears began flowing out. "Well, more pie for me!"
  
  She cracked a sudden and terribly sad smile, and hugged the pie in her lap. Her husband was never coming back. He lied down under the earth, much like the sun was doing now. Yet it was as if a warm hand placed itself between her shoulder and the weight, allowing her the room to release it, not by running, but my facing and accepting the pain.
  
  "Well. You should have been more careful Lionel." The woman weakly pushed herself to stand from the rocking chair, and placed the pie carefully on the wooden balcony. She grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, eyes still red, but a slight grin. "Tonight is a lady's night."
  
  She couldn't help chuckling a little, then left for town for the first time that year.
  
  
  ....​
  
  
  
  Koma smiled to herself, and strolled humming in the direction of the desert. After work, came play. Then more play. And maybe she would fit in work in somewhere at some point, some maybe. She had popped out and about various places, and heard about this new god of mysteries. Mysteries sounded really fun, but it looked like he liked to solve them, so she decided to make one up and play a little game! Or two. Or three. Hehe.
  
  "HELLOOOOOOO WOOOOOOORLLLD!!" She loudly greeted the fellow god as soon as she saw him. "How fare you, kind sir?"
  
  She bowed and pretended to take off a top hat. She chuckled at her own joke.
  
  "I am quite a fan of your father, or maker, I must say. He makes some very amusing things. Sand on the other hand...I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating...and it gets everywhere. Now that I think about it, I guess I do like sand. Maybe I should try putting it in someone's clothes. Or in a bag. It could be a sandbag!" She laughed at her own joke. Again. "So, how about we play a game? Pretty please?"
  
  She made puppy eyes at the god of mysteries.
  
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• 
  
  "Mother! Morois, my mother!" I came out to see that Roiskin had prepared a lovely present for me today. This was the 734th time she gifted me this present, but each instance was just as precious to me. The innocent look in her eyes and genuine joy in gifting me such a trivial thing as a crown of flowers was something that I would never cease to find the utmost joy in. Neither in her case, nor the happy little faces of all the mortals that had been populating my realm for the past thousand years. It was truly a sight I could behold for eternity. Unfortunately though, time came knocking on my door, or better put, simply barged in like they owned the place (which of course they didn't because I DID!) in the form of a half-awake Detz. Leave it to one like him...her...them... to simply stumble upon a realm which had eluded the others for such a sweet moment as a thousand years had been. I stood up.
  
  "Since some were so uncoordial as to barge in here without purpose nor invite, I shall make use of my own sight to gaze upon the mortal realm for a change." Before I could actually adress Detz directly, however, he departed from my realm, as if he had never been here, as if his stepping on MY GROUNDS meant nothing. What insolence, what disrespect! I pointed at a small shapeshifting creature, currently taking on all the colors of the universe at once. The member of the zodiac of guardians bowed and hurridly floated towards me. "You, Ko'Dez. Bring me a drink."
  
  
  
  They left and went to get the milk. As for myself, I went to visit one of my Omua, Galiton. In his first life he had been an engineer for some army, however, his weapons were never of great use. Though he had talent in his creativity, effectiveness was another matter altogether. By such a reason he'd always desired fame in his inventions, a drive so deep for him that it had led him to become one of the Omua for that wish. I left him in charge of a single mission, one in which he could use his full creativity and invention.
  
  "I prepare to leave for the mortal realm. Do you have the goods?" I inquired. He turned to me quickly, tools still in hand, and nodded quickly.
  
  "Of course! More and more of them! Ah, how I wished for this day! My loyalty shall pay off." He threw his arms in the air in celebration, almost throwing the tools with them.
  
  "If you work has such merits, of course." I grinned at him, no doubt he would understanding the meaning of my words. He calmed down and nodded. Following that, he went to the improvised workshop he had set up and brought a bag fully stuffed with all of his inventions. A gift from him and me, to the children in the mortal realm.
  
  A bag full of toys. From simple dolls, spinning tops, slightly adjusted stuffed animals that squeaked when pressed to games and elaborate contraptions there were all kinds of experiments that Galiton had been working on since he'd come to my realm and become one of its people. Using some of the realm's magic he had even devised some animalistic toys, though I banned those for now. Control over life, in whatever form it might come, made mortals overconfident in their own dominance, forget who truly was at the top. They were not ready for it yet. If it was that they would ever be.
  
  That did give me an idea, however. Another gift for my visit, one which would bring them even closer to me. A gift of power, real and genuine, even if still absolutely minute.
  
  I placed that bag over my shoulder and was preparing to depart when I felt a tug at my side. I turned to see Roiskin, lips twisted down and holding onto my mantle. Her eyes swirled with miserable energy, faint yet spinning with fury.
  
  "Don't go..." She begged, clutching that crown of flowers she'd brought me. I sighed. A thousand years without leaving her side once, and so soon after she had been born. Even if her memories were reset, she was still in part me. Her body still knew even if she didn't. It did hurt me a little on the chest. This was wrong. I shouldn't be hurt my by own creations. Even ones as dear to me as her. But that was all the more reason why I had to steel myself now: I didn't want her body to keep such bad habits as being so desperately saddened merely by my temporary absense.
  
  "I shall go, and I shall return. Remember that your making was for these moments- my absense justifies your presence in this realm. However..." I carefully took the flower crown from her hands and for the first time since the third, place it on my head. "I shall carry this and cherrish it, as I do you, until my return. And you, take care of this realm, protect it and cherrish it, as you do me."
  
  With those words, I disappeared, and reappeared in the mortal realm. From my link with the bakir I created a line, and another line, and more and more, like ephemeral spider webs connecting to each other without any sight that could behold them. I then caught a stray thought from my mind, and converted it into a dust that I inserted into the lines. They began to shine and carry it. Then the lines disappeared, but I could still feel their link to me and the bakir. A little push from them, and the nets would catch somethig without a doubt, not something from this world, but certainly into this world. Nonetheless, it would be best if I could solidify such a method. I would have to consult with the goddess of boundaries, have her give her blessings for this passage of unreal onto the real.
  
  
  
  As I searched for Kannon, however, something caught my attention. A vision I'd seen in many nightmares before through the bakir, of a 'dungeon' created by Koma. It was amidsts a deserted canyon, ground collapsed during the work of myself and my bretheren. It was here that was found a tunnel that led to great gates mostly obscured by folliage, which had led many fools to take them for ancient ruins. It was in fact the work of Koma, and within it were many dangerous creature. None of them however inspired more terror than the Ape of Red Hunger, whose descendents caused a small epidemic on the only nearly village, which caused people to blush themselves into bleeding through their cheeks, until finally their entire lower chin gave way. The smaller ones were now contained by periodic excursions into the dungeon, but only a few of each made it out alive, for within was the Ape of Red Hunger, with its massive claws and ten times the size of a regular man, yet still managed to quickly move hanging from the ceiling, and it healed its wounds with sheer rage, becoming stronger with each wound, more enraged for each moment they stared at the survivors i their territory. They were not devoid of intelligence either, even if not that of sentient races yet.
  
  
  
  So, low and behold the surprise, as the creature laid in pieces on the ground in front of a single, mortal hunter. I descended upon the place, curious as to what brought such an inspiring victory, what motivated her to do this. It wasn't like I was particularly interested, but she looked like she might become a useful Omua one day, if I played my cards right. I had time to kill anyway, since I didn't have a clue where Kannon might be. My body wrapped in mist and shrank down fitting between the rocks in such a way as for the huntress not to see me. When I emerged, peeking out and pretending to shake in fear, I was in the a mortal body, a young humanoid child no more than 6 years old.
  
  "I-Is it g-g-gone miss? The big red monkey thing?" I inquired.
  
  

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• part XX: The Realm Complete
• 1000 Years of Blood
• 1000 Years of Fun
• 1000 Years of Reign

• Morois
  
  
  
  ...Before the Timeskip... ​
  
  I found myself thinking about the topic of Khade's offer, and the potential for an upcoming celestial war. For our kind to war against one another was not a sad thing, for beings of our greatness ought to settle disputes by means of appropriate scale, for our tools and our actions ought to represent at every turn, our might. What good is potential if never realized? However, war was also a pitiful thing, and a dangerous thing. To preserve the losses and waste, and at the same time assure victory, war wasn't the true solution, but a one-sided victory. How would I be able to ensure as much? Convincing them to side with me was unlikely to say the least. If anything, me making such an offer might only turn them to the serpents cause. 'She was a villainous, insulent child after all!' they would proclaim in their hearts, foolishly, not seeing how they would be the next to suffer from the serpent's oppression.
  
  Appealing to their peacefulness and inaction, on the other hand, might serve us well. One mighty finger not pointing in the direction at our side was, in a sense, just as useful as one pointing at the serpent's. The thought only became more credible when one considered what I told Khades earlier: our bretheren already have shown themselves attached to that innaction. It was it, not my case, which they had cited in my defense (just though I may have been).
  
  As I was pondering these things, the wyrms came and wrapped themselves against my arm and neck, softly slithering around them and nudging. I pet them on the scales for a bit and got the message: the Arcamoebas had returned.
  
  The jellyfish-like creatures had pushed themselves amongst conflicts and calm, flame and ice, death and life...all corners of the universe, much quicker thanks to Detz's minion, and were now converging upon my palace. After floating in, they would wrapp themselves into a sort of squishy egg-shaped form, their tentacles hidden within their curled up bodies. Soon the energy they had taken to consume, no more than residues of godly power, which yet held so much potential by themselves. Leylines of power formed within the eggs themselves and like fish, those threads swam across the semi-transparent eggs, thin and sharp and quick like arrows. The spin only increased, and as they spun within those eggs faster and faster, the arcamoebas began being pulled by that phenomenon, which in turn twisted their shape and their colors changed like the seasons change, but once again far faster. Far, far faster, to the point even my divine eyes were having trouble keeping up. As they reached the final stage, the eggs would expand one last time, and attain a neon blue color, and inside like a child on the womb was the form of the result, dreaming in the comfort.
  
  
  
  Fissures ran across one of the arcamoeba egg's surface, and it opened like a blooming flower. The fluids dropped to the ground (I made a mental note then to have someone clean it up later) along with the first hatched. They had the form of a small human child, and upon seeing me quickly conjured an oversized straw hat to cover themselves with and hide behind the remains of their egg. Following this, a second egg hatched and a lizard, no, a small dragon with glowing eyes full of magic and wings with greatly pronounced veins, propelled itself off the fluids which were like an erupting volcano of the slimey substance. The creature attempted to fly, only to land flat on its face on the ground and whail. As I walked over to it, to pick it up, and rock it in my arms for its comfort, a third egg took its turn. A pitch black hand quickly reached to the opening egg's shell, as did it's insectoid eggs, and with leg and claw they stabbed it. A large maw at the center of the body then bit into and began devouring the egg, and a humanoid egg with some form of exoskeleton mask emerged, bathed in the egg's fluids. The fourth was a simple, almost tribalistic mask. Fifth a flamming skull that floated in the air, sixth a Bush sort of creature, as if a rabbit or a baby deer war wearing a bush to camouflage itself and dragging along the floor, seventh a book elevating itself into the air with two feather-pens flapping like wings, eight a being similar to a human, but displaying two white wings like a dove.
  
  A drop of Xue's residual power, took the ninth hatch, which absorbed the fluid into itself and became like a living droplet of water. The tenth was no more than a regular infant, yet as one looked away it's image shifted into that of a hideous monstrosity of tentacles, maws and eyes, the eleventh a spider wearing a collar of beads. The twelth constantly shapeshifting and reflecting a random direction, as an extremely polsihed mass of silver. The thirteenth was a ghost which aged and regressed in quick cycles, from an infant to an elder and back. Fourteenth was a hammer with lightning sparks erupting out of it every few moments. A flaming dragon whelp was the fifteenth. The sixteenth and seventeenth took the shape of a baby zombie and a phoenix respectively.
  
  More yet were birthed by the Arcamoeba, and others hatched failures, incomplete creatures due to lack of gathered power, or simply exploded due to an excess. Still, making all 102 of the successfully birthed wait now would be a disrespect both to their efforts and those of the Fast Detz had lent me. I opened my arms and walked towards them with a smile, making sure to exert a godly aura with each step, a radiance unlike any a mortal had seen (to my knowledge). The crown atop my head glowed like a boreal, my smile was moehterly and tender, my standing majestic yet prepared for embracing.
  
  "Welcome, children of the arcamoebas that I created. Your births hail the the completion of my realm. Seeing as how you were just formed with common purpose but different form, I shall conceive of your names at a later time. For now, make yourselves at home in my palace. Immitations though you may be, you in very small, almost unnoticeable fashion like my kin, and thus are worthy of serving and protecting this palace of mine. Come, now..." As I turned and pressed my foot onto the ground, the sound resonated through the hall, echoes like a quire to my majesty. The light followed me as I guided them to the room where they would spend their first night. "You shall sleep here today. Make the most of it, for sleep shall not be a-"
  
  Only a couple of them were even behind me.
  
  I rushed back only to witness the dragon flying and phoenix throwing themselves around in some sort of game of tag, some of the others playing with the leftover fluids or hiding behind their once-eggs.
  
  "What are you...grrrr...!" They DARED do this to me on their first day of existence? I couldn't help chuckling a bit. My fingers reached my forehead. Aaaah, indeed, so like my kin. I snapped my fingers and in an instant, they all dropped to the floor, fast asleep. "For the insulence, you're all having nightmares tonight. Hopefully you'll finish forming your minds soon."
  
  After bringing them to their room, I gathered up all of the fluids and broke them down back into raw magic, which I gifted to Roiskin. She was but a minor goddess, yet she had the gargantuan task of guarding my realm against intruders, against my equals. Like giving a dog the scent of one is looking for, giving her that might help her evade prying eyes and invaders. But I couldn't relax yet: There was one last thing to do.
  
  What if Koma did something overly excessive, even for her, while in the mortal realm? What if Aímas required my assistance? What if mortals took note of my absense, and mocked and assaulted my image, forgetting their place entirely? They were but possibilities, but I would have to keep eyes that could observe and do more of my work in the mortal realm. Plus, such eyes could be used to keep track of events as well, allowing me to better ceise opportunities (should they arise) to fulfill my bargain with Khades. Well, naturally he too would be observed. Though just, he was a rebel. Even if he succeeded there was no guarantee he wouldn't do it again.
  
  I opened one of my castle's windows and closed my eyes. I reached out for the ether of my realm and the faint connection all realms shared. I reached out for the dreams and those that dreamt, as a green mist began forming between my fingers and under my writs, circling around my hands and up to my arms. Little pockets of blue and green began forming in the mist and I pressed it together, no, I forced itself to press itself together with my authority, with a simple command.
  
  "Become indistinct no more, become yourself, your kin. Take a shape fit of dreams, may they sustain your presence, and you in turn revere theirs. Guide them, yet be shaped by them, take form from the formless, blend together to become unique." As my words went on, the mists began to grow more and more solid, as if attracted together into lumps of mass, forming a mane of fur, a long tubular nose, a skull so thick it could be seen from the skin. Their legs shifted like the mist, present or taking on the form of some animal. I grinned as it opened it's first eye. "You are a bakir. Your kind shall be my presence, just as Aímas now represents my action in my absense. Observe, and protect the little ones, and those who forgot they are still but little ones. Do not disturb their dreams, but do not leave them either. Eat, at your judgement."
  
  
  
  Like tendrils of smoke, as soon as I spoke those words the bakir dispersed and left my realm onto the mortal realm. Nonetheless, their interaction with it would be minimal: They were creatures of dreams, not ones made to touch upon physical matter. No, they would remain in minds and the subconscious, observing the dreams they consumed for sustenaince, and through them, I too would be watching.
  
  As I concluded my work, I returned to my palace, and simply observed my realm, as new souls came and overcame their pasts, accepting themselves, me and my realm. I grinned as I watched them happily playing, some exploring and some pretending, and pet the wyrms that came by me. I would have fun like this. Oh and decorating too. Plus, when the arcamoeba's children woke up, I would also teach them about their new duty. And name them, I suppose. So much work in the life of one such as myself!
  
  I sat at my throne, wyrms following along loyally, and I finally relaxed in so long. So much so, I might've slept for some hundred years.
  
  
• [div class=Aimas]
  Aímas
  
  
  Tsusney felt his body stiffening as the woman of the seas approached him to devour his arm. He felt the cold droplets of water and saliva dripping on to his skin. Prices were steep indeed, though from the perspective of many races, vampires were much the same: pricey to live with. Ever since their creation, it had been one of their greatest struggles, the virtue given to them by their maker, blessed by their guardian, which they couldn't help sinning. So little peace had been allowed to them. If these mermaids were anything like that...then he couldn't help but to feel pity for the poor thing about to eat his limb.
  
  Much to his surprise though, his horrible expectations were not met. There was blood, no more than a nibble's worth, and considering where vampiric blood was located normally, it wasn't even that deep into the arm. He looked, confused, at the mermaid, as she told him this had been but a test of his intentions and, he assumed, his resolve. The other mermaid didn't seem to make left or right of the situation either.
  
  In a mixture of admiration and relief, the vampire chief dropped to his knees and bowed his head to the mermaid.
  
  "I thank you profoundly. Not only have you, in your mercy, spared me from the price you set, but you also are willing to grant me knowledge on the gift. However, more than any of those, yes, especially because this is such a sacred quest of mine, this trial of devotion it itself a blessing. What greatness you possess, to be so faithful to your maker yet to sefless in your application, to remind me of my own yet incomplete devotion. Thank you." He took a moment, then stared at the mermaid in the eyes. "I hereby swear, that should you or any who share your blood, call upon the assistance of my clan, we shall provide it in the name of the pact of our goddesses!"
  
  After this, Tsusney was given the knowledge of how to reach the waters of youth. As he returned home, triumphant, his legend spread among the vampires, and even some outsiders caught wind of it and spread the tale further and further as well, growing it, embedding it in the people's minds, embelishing it at every step. Some called the mermaid a woman more gorgeous than the goddesses, some called her a terrifying monster of the seas that Tsusney had to face while holding down his fear. Some claimed even, that the final trial was claim for Tsusney's head instead, and even that he had been willing to give. Naturally. Aímas accepted the offering, and blessed not only Tsusney's son, but his descendents as well, who became the first true users of blood magic.
  
  Some of Tsusney's companions had been left behind though, remaining by the side of the waters of youth and building a fountain around it. In fact, this constituted one of the few attempts vampires had at making a village of their own, which they began constructing around the fountain. However, they found they were unable to subsist merely on the waters as they had hoped, and succumbed to their hunger, the whole village becoming like hungry beasts as soon as people stopped coming by. Though the location would come to be lost, travellers still sometimes come across the rumored haunted village, said to keep an unspeakable treasure for those who brave it.
  
  Over the coming thousand years, vampires spread more and more, blending into the various cultures of the mortal realm as best they could. Those they couldn't, and which they unable to establish friendly relationships with, ended becoming small pockets of hunter and prey, with who was which constantly on the shift. Friendly approaches were of course preferable to them: Fights were a waist of good, healthy blood. Those that sought leadership sought them from the seven great roaming clans, five of which had originally came from the Bloodmane clan, now split by fights for succession from quintuplets, and their conflicting philosophies and hopes for the clans. Nonethless, vampires knew how to respect boundaires and show proper respect, and they never lost their sense of reverence. Flutes and drums were still played in the clans and still used to help innitiate children to their own senses and overcoming instinctive overreactions.
  
  The wealthiest among them often found themselves to be collectors of sorts. As they mixed with the various cultures they had access to through a bit of magic and their innitial humanoid appearance, they ended up gaining access to knowledge and goods from various places. They didn't always know how to put things together or how to make the best use of them, but they sure knew how to improvise, and often something end up being used to hang a coat when it wasn't supposed to, or something would catch fire for reasons the vampire couldn't quite understand, but "passion takes risk", they would often say. At the same time, those in clans began developing chaste systems, some more extreme than others, but all sharing the common vampiric beliefs on the righteousness of one's bloodline.
  
  
  
  Of course, Aimas was not simply sitting idly by. Every day she wondered how her mother was doing, how she would praise her once she saw how the vampires had spread. Descending amongst her vampires during their worship and celebration, in a temporarily reduced form, or in simply by using the cursed beads worn by the head priestress, to possess and dance in her body, was among her favorite things to do, alongside the occasions she got to visit Morois in her realm.
  
  One day, however, something odd happened. Among the lower chastes of the vampires, one exhibited symptoms of a strange power. The vampire was no more than a toddler, and infant even, no more than 10 years old, yet another young boy of a higher chaste found themselves pushed on a mound and rolling down the hill as a result. Having witnessed this, the parents came to scold the little boy, though they were confused as to the origin of the mysterious power. How could a vampire of such low standing possess a power like that at such a young age? Nonsensical. No doubt Koma, her sister, would have loved to hear about of such an event.
  
  Aímas clotted herself in a mortal shell which she created resembling the boy in age. She saw him sitting among the grass in another hill, staring at the distance while hugging his knees. She appeared next to him, sitting down in a much more comfortable position, hands behind her holding the pose. She didn't speak. She simply waited for the boy to aknowledge her presence there.
  
  "GwUAAAH!" Squeaked the tiny vampire as his gaze finally turned towards the girl he didn't recognize. She did seem somewhat familiar however, he just quite put his finger on it. Well, naturally he wouldn't. Aímas did take the liberty to place a small curse on him that would keep him from recognizing her divine presence. To his eyes, no doubt, she was no more than a mortal just like him. Oh, and there was one more curse...
  
  "What are you thinking about?" Inquired the goddess.
  
  "Everyone is going to be so angry that I hurt Davil, but it wasn't my fault, I didn't mean to do that. I didn't even know I could do that..." The little boy's eyes widened at how honest he was being. He held nothing back: Even if he tried, as if his mouth and tongue had wills of their own, they would speak their peace. "I hate Davil. I hate that the grown-ups always say I'm worst than him, when he is the mean one."
  
  A sound complaint. But it seemed as though the young vampire didn't understand what this was about either and only recently, possibly today, had learned about this magic of his. SHe would have to investigate further, as she did not make it be this way. However, that would come later: Today, this little one needed her aid and guidance. No doubt such mature decisions would please Morois and bring praise upon herself.
  
  "Tell me your name."
  
  "William Dry." Once more, without any holding back, he had spoken. Who was this girl? "What is your name? Who are you?"
  
  "mhmehetgf." She responded, but his mind wouldn't aknowledge what she told him. It hurt ever so slightly.
  
  "I don't think I quite got that."
  
  "Then it musn't be important. Important, isn't that a funny word? Guys like that Davil you pushed really think they are 'important'. And they are. But they do forget WHY though. Don't you think? Ah, no, you're probably too young to understand."
  
  "Aren't you the same age as me?"
  
  "How clever!" the girl clapped. "Aren't clever people important? Are you important, William Dry?"
  
  "Of course not! Or the grown-ups wouldn't treat me like that!"
  
  "Would you want to be? With that power you have?"
  
  William looked at his hand. Then he looked at the distance, and the mounds and hills. Then at the little girl. He smiled with determination.
  
  "Of course I would! One day, when you and I become all big, then I'll be as big and important as all of these hills!"
  
  The girl vampire giggled a little.
  
  "What if I told you, that I'm bigger than those hills you see and praise so much?" Aíamas pointed at one of the hills and lowered her finger. Even without touching it, as if bowing, the hill collapsed on itself, flattening by her mental command. "You see, William, there things which you can't see, and yet are bigger than any that you can. My mother taught me as much. Is your heart bigger than your fear? Your wish bigger than you thirst for revenge? Let me witness it, William Dry."
  
  By the time William took his eyes off the flattened hill, the girl next to him was already gone. The sensation of her being familiar had grown stronger as well.
  
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• [div class=Koma]
  Koma
  
  
  
  Thump, pump, kapow! Koma landed on the mortal plane and rolled over the crater a bit before leaping right back to her feet! Perfect score, terrible landing!
  
  The girl felt like exploring, so she took a look around the world. All nice and well-built, with all kinds of silly peoples and silly things. She loved little accidents and pranks people pulled on each other, she loved children pretending to be adults and adults that just wanted to be children again. She loved making it rain after someone said things couldn't get any worse, she loved the cripple that wished and studied to fly one day, even if that day might never come. She loved talented young peasants and tired useless nobles, she loved those accidental heroes and those politians who cared so much for the children except the one they beat up at home every other night. She loved the greatest evildoers sacrificing themselves for the greater good, and the best friends who betrayed one another for an unrequited love. She couldn't help but to laugh histerically at it all, and rolled on her sides until she calmed down. She particularly found herself loving one of her maker's creations, something called a flyme. She adored how it seemed all wet and flimsy and stuff. How its shape was barely held together, yet just simple enough one could tell what it was. There needed to be more like this thing. Like, TONS more!
  
  And that's how Koma started the plague of slimes. She made them in all colors and sizes, specially fun sized, and she put some of those in candy because it was fun to do that when they were that size. Seeing naughty little children steal candy from the closet, only to find it had a slime in it all along! Hahaha, she couldn't stop herself from rolling over with laughter. She also hid them in lakes and in the woods, near volcanos and in snowy areas, tweaking the design just a bit each time so that they would fit well with the view. Hopefully well enough that the locals wouldn't notice them until they accidentally, innocently, and very literally, stumbled into one.
  
  She was basically very found of wild magic. Not only did she feel somewhat indebted to Detz and their servants for their part in her creation, but more important, it was just SO COOL how someone could randomly turn into a potted plant! She wished all magic was like that. She began accompanying certain mages, who claimed to be great and glamorous. At random points their spells would grow donkey ears on themselves, freeze something they wanted to heat, or to appease Morois, switch the bodies of an adult and a child. Double the kid! Hehe! Woohoo, youpee!
  
  
  
  Moving freely in the world like this, she couldn't help skipping around. But something was missing. Ah, flowers! Skipping always looked better in a flower field! She made sure those flowers grew quickly so she could skip on them properly. But then they just died too quickly too! She needed to balance it somehow... Oh! What was a flower field without some bees, of course! Plus it would be hilarious, haha! She crafted their nests to be partially underground instead of one trees, so less people would notice, and gave them stinger that extracted age from those they stang, thus keeping the flowers healthy while she skipped. And doing a little more to those that happened to wonder by. Hopefully they wouldn't think of spreading, but even if they did, that was future Koma's problem.
  
  Koma then went around setting up "dungeons" of sorts, just general places to fill up with all sorts of unnusual, very agressive creatures, and a reward at the end. Most of them were pretty nice, but she did love to put some "faints" here and there, a curse item in this magnificent palace, or a spoon as the final reward after weeks of restless battle. Furthermore, the placement was also pretty nice: One moment one would be walking into a bathroom, the next they would be falling into a cave full of wolves. I mean, if you can't see the fun in that, you just ain't got a sense of humor!
  
  
  ....​
  
  An old woman sat by her cottage, going back and forth in her rocking chair. Her husband, Lionel Sunheart, had passed away earlier, something she could only even know about through a letter. Said letter was on the ground next to her, and on her lap was a pie she'd baked and used an item from the coldest lands to preserve. Her husband's favorite apple pie, saved up just for him when he came back. She wouldn't even cry, only stare blankly at the distance, her mind barely able to process how it could go on living after hearing such a moment would never arrive.
  
  Now, this naturally wouldn't do! Koma approached the woman, and whispered into her spirit, though the woman could not hear the whispers. Koma pointed at the sun.
  
  "The sun is setting in his honor. Even the skies honor the fallen Sunheart, even the Sun of his name closes the courtins for the night." The woman knew these thoughts, which she spoke to herself without knowing why, were not true. And yet, just the thought awoke her. Her grief was immense. Crushing. She could feel herself falling apart as she looked at the pie, and the tears began flowing out. "Well, more pie for me!"
  
  She cracked a sudden and terribly sad smile, and hugged the pie in her lap. Her husband was never coming back. He lied down under the earth, much like the sun was doing now. Yet it was as if a warm hand placed itself between her shoulder and the weight, allowing her the room to release it, not by running, but my facing and accepting the pain.
  
  "Well. You should have been more careful Lionel." The woman weakly pushed herself to stand from the rocking chair, and placed the pie carefully on the wooden balcony. She grabbed a scarf and wrapped it around her neck, eyes still red, but a slight grin. "Tonight is a lady's night."
  
  She couldn't help chuckling a little, then left for town for the first time that year.
  
  
  ....​
  
  
  
  Koma smiled to herself, and strolled humming in the direction of the desert. After work, came play. Then more play. And maybe she would fit in work in somewhere at some point, some maybe. She had popped out and about various places, and heard about this new god of mysteries. Mysteries sounded really fun, but it looked like he liked to solve them, so she decided to make one up and play a little game! Or two. Or three. Hehe.
  
  "HELLOOOOOOO WOOOOOOORLLLD!!" She loudly greeted the fellow god as soon as she saw him. "How fare you, kind sir?"
  
  She bowed and pretended to take off a top hat. She chuckled at her own joke.
  
  "I am quite a fan of your father, or maker, I must say. He makes some very amusing things. Sand on the other hand...I don't like sand. It's coarse and rough and irritating...and it gets everywhere. Now that I think about it, I guess I do like sand. Maybe I should try putting it in someone's clothes. Or in a bag. It could be a sandbag!" She laughed at her own joke. Again. "So, how about we play a game? Pretty please?"
  
  She made puppy eyes at the god of mysteries.
  
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• 
  
  "Mother! Morois, my mother!" I came out to see that Roiskin had prepared a lovely present for me today. This was the 734th time she gifted me this present, but each instance was just as precious to me. The innocent look in her eyes and genuine joy in gifting me such a trivial thing as a crown of flowers was something that I would never cease to find the utmost joy in. Neither in her case, nor the happy little faces of all the mortals that had been populating my realm for the past thousand years. It was truly a sight I could behold for eternity. Unfortunately though, time came knocking on my door, or better put, simply barged in like they owned the place (which of course they didn't because I DID!) in the form of a half-awake Detz. Leave it to one like him...her...them... to simply stumble upon a realm which had eluded the others for such a sweet moment as a thousand years had been. I stood up.
  
  "Since some were so uncoordial as to barge in here without purpose nor invite, I shall make use of my own sight to gaze upon the mortal realm for a change." Before I could actually adress Detz directly, however, he departed from my realm, as if he had never been here, as if his stepping on MY GROUNDS meant nothing. What insolence, what disrespect! I pointed at a small shapeshifting creature, currently taking on all the colors of the universe at once. The member of the zodiac of guardians bowed and hurridly floated towards me. "You, Ko'Dez. Bring me a drink."
  
  
  
  They left and went to get the milk. As for myself, I went to visit one of my Omua, Galiton. In his first life he had been an engineer for some army, however, his weapons were never of great use. Though he had talent in his creativity, effectiveness was another matter altogether. By such a reason he'd always desired fame in his inventions, a drive so deep for him that it had led him to become one of the Omua for that wish. I left him in charge of a single mission, one in which he could use his full creativity and invention.
  
  "I prepare to leave for the mortal realm. Do you have the goods?" I inquired. He turned to me quickly, tools still in hand, and nodded quickly.
  
  "Of course! More and more of them! Ah, how I wished for this day! My loyalty shall pay off." He threw his arms in the air in celebration, almost throwing the tools with them.
  
  "If you work has such merits, of course." I grinned at him, no doubt he would understanding the meaning of my words. He calmed down and nodded. Following that, he went to the improvised workshop he had set up and brought a bag fully stuffed with all of his inventions. A gift from him and me, to the children in the mortal realm.
  
  A bag full of toys. From simple dolls, spinning tops, slightly adjusted stuffed animals that squeaked when pressed to games and elaborate contraptions there were all kinds of experiments that Galiton had been working on since he'd come to my realm and become one of its people. Using some of the realm's magic he had even devised some animalistic toys, though I banned those for now. Control over life, in whatever form it might come, made mortals overconfident in their own dominance, forget who truly was at the top. They were not ready for it yet. If it was that they would ever be.
  
  That did give me an idea, however. Another gift for my visit, one which would bring them even closer to me. A gift of power, real and genuine, even if still absolutely minute.
  
  I placed that bag over my shoulder and was preparing to depart when I felt a tug at my side. I turned to see Roiskin, lips twisted down and holding onto my mantle. Her eyes swirled with miserable energy, faint yet spinning with fury.
  
  "Don't go..." She begged, clutching that crown of flowers she'd brought me. I sighed. A thousand years without leaving her side once, and so soon after she had been born. Even if her memories were reset, she was still in part me. Her body still knew even if she didn't. It did hurt me a little on the chest. This was wrong. I shouldn't be hurt my by own creations. Even ones as dear to me as her. But that was all the more reason why I had to steel myself now: I didn't want her body to keep such bad habits as being so desperately saddened merely by my temporary absense.
  
  "I shall go, and I shall return. Remember that your making was for these moments- my absense justifies your presence in this realm. However..." I carefully took the flower crown from her hands and for the first time since the third, place it on my head. "I shall carry this and cherrish it, as I do you, until my return. And you, take care of this realm, protect it and cherrish it, as you do me."
  
  With those words, I disappeared, and reappeared in the mortal realm. From my link with the bakir I created a line, and another line, and more and more, like ephemeral spider webs connecting to each other without any sight that could behold them. I then caught a stray thought from my mind, and converted it into a dust that I inserted into the lines. They began to shine and carry it. Then the lines disappeared, but I could still feel their link to me and the bakir. A little push from them, and the nets would catch somethig without a doubt, not something from this world, but certainly into this world. Nonetheless, it would be best if I could solidify such a method. I would have to consult with the goddess of boundaries, have her give her blessings for this passage of unreal onto the real.
  
  
  
  As I searched for Kannon, however, something caught my attention. A vision I'd seen in many nightmares before through the bakir, of a 'dungeon' created by Koma. It was amidsts a deserted canyon, ground collapsed during the work of myself and my bretheren. It was here that was found a tunnel that led to great gates mostly obscured by folliage, which had led many fools to take them for ancient ruins. It was in fact the work of Koma, and within it were many dangerous creature. None of them however inspired more terror than the Ape of Red Hunger, whose descendents caused a small epidemic on the only nearly village, which caused people to blush themselves into bleeding through their cheeks, until finally their entire lower chin gave way. The smaller ones were now contained by periodic excursions into the dungeon, but only a few of each made it out alive, for within was the Ape of Red Hunger, with its massive claws and ten times the size of a regular man, yet still managed to quickly move hanging from the ceiling, and it healed its wounds with sheer rage, becoming stronger with each wound, more enraged for each moment they stared at the survivors i their territory. They were not devoid of intelligence either, even if not that of sentient races yet.
  
  
  
  So, low and behold the surprise, as the creature laid in pieces on the ground in front of a single, mortal hunter. I descended upon the place, curious as to what brought such an inspiring victory, what motivated her to do this. It wasn't like I was particularly interested, but she looked like she might become a useful Omua one day, if I played my cards right. I had time to kill anyway, since I didn't have a clue where Kannon might be. My body wrapped in mist and shrank down fitting between the rocks in such a way as for the huntress not to see me. When I emerged, peeking out and pretending to shake in fear, I was in the a mortal body, a young humanoid child no more than 6 years old.
  
  "I-Is it g-g-gone miss? The big red monkey thing?" I inquired.
  
  

 

[Juju]

In the silence of the cave, the only sound was Vanari's uneven breaths and the echo of some far-off fall of moisture from the ceiling of the cave. Her face was covered in smears of red, though even she wasn't sure if it mostly belonged to her or her fallen quarry. Various wounds dotted her exhausted frame, but she didn't seem to feel them. All her attention was on the corpse of her foe.

"It has been too long!" she breathed, her grin never faltering. Droplets of crimson pattered onto the sand below her feet, hungrily soaking up the moisture, yet a ragged laugh rose up from the huntress. It started as a small chuckle only to grow with the realization of her victory. The laugh of the mad.

Eyes full of dark, victorious mirth, Venari looked down upon the corpse of the beast. A broken half of her spear laid useless beside it, its twin embedded deep within the chest of the clawed ape. She leaned down to pick up the shattered spear, studying its splintered shaft with a look of disappointment. It would appear she was in need of a replacement.

While she twisted the spear in one hand the other tightly clutched a gruesome gash upon her shoulder, deep enough to have narrowly missed shattering the bone. Blood seeped steadily from it, hot and sticky against her torn sleeve, staining it in such a rich shade of red it was better described as black. It would leave a nasty scar in the future. She hoped it would. After such a glorious fight it would be good to carry something more than just a memory. The ape would gift many more to her collection but this scar, in particular, she would look fondly upon. It was made during the killing blow, after all.

Her thoughts were abruptly cut off when the girl spoke. The moment the voice broke through the silence, Venari was back into action. Her movements were swift and calculated, even with the wounds, almost inhuman in their grace. With spear in hand she shot her gaze towards the source of the sound, so wild and sharp it was a wonder which of the two hunters was the dungeon's monster; the ape lying motionless in the sand or the bloody woman standing in front of it. To Venari's surprise, the sound did not belong to another foe but a little human girl cowering behind a grouping of sand-dusted stones. A look of surprise crossed her red-splattered face.

"A child?" she muttered and narrowed her eyes into a confused glower. Never lowering her spear, the huntress tilted her head. "What is a little girl doing in the beast's lair?" she asked the girl.

Human children were annoying and helpless. It was impossible that this waif could have made it anywhere near this cavern by herself. The most recent kill Venari had found smashed into the sandy ground of the ape's lair looked to have occurred nearly a week ago. It was possible to have staved off dehydration, but how could a child stay hidden from such a keenly intelligent beast?

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Morois

"Eeeeep!" I shouted by instinct as the spear was suddenly turned in my direction, milimeters away from giving this new mortal shell a fancy new hair cut to match. Ah, what humiliation, for my voice to release such a sound without my consent, and for some mortal no less. Furthermore, the way she spoke...did this violent woman not even possess a speck of respect for the young? The fragility, innocence, cuteness, adorableness, their lovely stu- erm, I mean, their yet undiscovered potential? Nonetheless, I had to keep up this act of ignorance and fragility. I permitted the body to fall back on its bottom, legs shaking as if being ravaged by wild dogs. She (this body) covered her face with her arms and closed her eyes. Her voice, too, was broken as she ( I ) spoke. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry! P-please don't hurt me, I'm not gonna do anything I-I-I swear! Please! I'm not a meanie!"

Hmmmm.... maybe I needed to act more convincing. I had tears begin to form at the tips of the body's eyes. Maybe I should have used an even more childish speech pattern, but swapping it at this point would only raise unecessary suspicion.

"D-daddy brought me here. He said he was gonna kill the big red mean monkey! He was gonna bring him home, bring food, and everyone was gonna really like us and want to be our friends. But then he...he..." I slightly opened my eyes, peeking at the corpse of the creature. The huntress had really done a number here, there was blood and bits of the former beast everywhere. I nudged my head towards the piles of skeletons just lying around at the corners of the cave. "I hid. It was so scary! Then they...they..showed me daddy. They laughed. Whenever I hid and screamed, the big monkey and the smaller monkeys laughed. I just hid. I couldn't stand it, but I couldn't run either. I just hid, I had to eat... what was thrown..."

I bent to my knees and placed one hand over my mouth, making the best pre-vomiting noises I could. I wouldn't actually vomit, but I figured eating their own kind, even if just potentially, would be nauseating for a mortal. As soon as I figured the body might have recovered enough, I rose my gaze to meet the hunters, a look of relief, fear and curiosity pervasing my eyes, or so was my intention at least.

"Did you kill it...miss? Did you? How did you do that?" The beast was able to completely regenerate itself. In fact, even dead, knowing Koma the body would still return to it's original shape in time. To actually terminate its life was nothing short of a miracle. A miracle... A thought occurred to me at that moment. "Were you blessed by one of the gods miss? What gods do you worship?"

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[MorgathosTheRussian]

"Not so fast!" the woman shouted. She got a blue-tipped arrow out of her quiver and fired it. The arrow was a wonder of Chosen engineering. Developed by the mad smith Durkon, it was an expensive little thing that allowed for rapid transit over long distances. Such an item was reserved only for the most cunning and crafty of Ologor's agents. The arrow flew forth and exploded in a little burst of blue light, right on top of the huge turtle's head. Clinging for dear life, she would hope the ride to where ever they were going would be a quick one.
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"Not until you tell me who you are and whom you serve." Ologor said, iron in his voice.​

 

[Solirus]

Sherlock

Sherlock kept walking, enjoying the act of counting the grains of sand, especially when he would sweep his foot on the sand causing it to reveal more sand under it for Sherlock to count. Though Sherlock did enjoy this small yet difficult task, he would eventually feel bored and would find something else to do, perhaps he would ask his father for any advice on getting a minion to act as a friend, but right now Sherlock was exploring and while exploring he stumbled upon someone.

From looks alone Sherlock knew right away that she must be a goddess, but judging by the energy coming out, she must be a minor goddess, like himself. Sherlock let her speak for a bit longer, letting her finish her joke and all. Sherlock quickly assumed that the goddess must have bad jokes as one of her domains and that it must be her specialty.

“I didn’t know gods already knew of my existence, let alone my domains, is it perhaps something all gods can do?” Sherlock thought for a bit “maybe you were spying on my birth or creation, which is quite uncomfortable but I can’t blame you I suppose.” Sherlock looked back down to continue his counting on to realize he was being challenged to a game… a game…? “Well, firstly I suppose I do like solving mysteries but I’d also like creating them. Anyway, since I have not much else to do, I’ll play your game, hopefully I can learn more about this world.”

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Hruk

As he had begun his walk towards the other gods, he saw the mortal woman do yet another trick, in order for her to hold on to his head and attempt to follow him. “So you have decided to accompany me? I can carry you around with my powers and protect you from the wind so you don’t fly off, at this rate you will be blown away by the wind as I am simply going on a slow place and plan on going faster.” Hruk offered to the woman if she really wanted to come along.

MorgathosTheRussian

 

[seasonedcat]

~Xue~​

Xue hummed in response to Sana'a's rambling, she did remember what the world was like when they first arrived. She remembered how dull and lifeless the water was how it felt empty in her hands, a poor imitation of what water really was. She could only assume the other gods experienced similar things with their own domain, the same sad feeling when the observed the deepest part of themself empty and not right.

At the but Xue let out a sigh, she knew this was where this was going, after all, that was the only time anyone ever interacted with her. They wanted something from the ocean which means they'd have to interact with her. She has been around as long as all of them and has only had a handful of conversations with her other gods. At the rest of her sentence, Xue narrowed her eyes what did she mean what a shame, what problem did she have with her ocean. If she did what right did she have to question her, she was the goddess of water, after all, she knows more about water than well, anyone. So what could she possibly be here for?

At the sudden change of subject and burst of energy Xue widened her eyes in shock, losing her composure. The goddess wanted to make something in the sea together? That wasn't what she was expecting the Goddess wanting with her, but she guesses there wasn't much else that it could be. She watched the girl fly up and grab the lights before returning to earth and showing it to Xue. Xue looked down at the light with a slight twinkle in her eye before it returned to her plain look and returned looking at the fellow goddess.

"It is fairly interesting I suppose, but what are you suggesting we make?" she tilted her head lightly, did she wish to make lights under the water? Or maybe colour the water itself? Xue was at a loss as to what her fellow goddess was planning. At the exclamation to follow, Xue gently sank into the water before gracefully swimming after her. The water doing most of the swimming for her to be precise, along with the fish that could go further swimming a little behind her, giving her room to swim.

"Ready fo what Sana'a? You haven't really told me what we are doing, all I know is that you wish to create something with me in my ocean? I'm going to need to know what it is first, I can't risk the unknown in my children' kingdom."
Juju

 

[Juju]

Venari hissed in annoyance as the child fell back and began feebly begging for its life. Had she not even the slightest fighting spirit? No struggle against the approach of the end? Pathetic. She had half the mind to snuff out the kid's snivelling life but knew there was nothing to gain from such a thing. Lowering her splintered half of a spear, she let out a heavy sigh, which broke into a cough. She wiped away the blood on her lips, scowling. Why did there have to be a child? She shook her head and stabbed what remained of her spear into the ground.

She honestly could not care less about how the child had ended up in this cave and immediately regretted having asked the question as soon as the girl began sputtering nonsensical details. There was a tear of cloth as Venari ripped off the battle-tattered remnants of her sleeve, only half-listening to the girl's tale as she wrapped it around her still bleeding shoulder. The only part of the story she seemed interested in was the brief mention of cannibalism, which made her look up at the girl with a curious, almost sympathetic look (as much as Venari could come close to) before going back to her work. The vomiting did not seem to bother her.

"Well, your father was an idiot." Venari grumbled harshly, muffled slightly as she tightened the makeshift bandage with her teeth. She was quiet for a moment once it was done, inspecting her handiwork before talking to the girl again, "Hmph. Sorry kid, but your daddy likely brought you here only as some sort of offering. Villagers tend to do that instead of dealing with their problems..."

The huntress remained distant and uninterested, at least until the girl asked her about whether she killed the beast. In a single heartbeat, Venari's entire attention was focused on the child, so suddenly you would swear it was an attack in itself.

"Do you mean to say you were not watching such a glorious fight?" Her eyes burned with a dark intensity, but it was countered somewhat by a smirk. Amusement flickered across her face as she chuckled, rising from her throat like the rumblings of some wildcat.

"Yes. I killed it." She said, eyes going misty in reverie. "It doesn't seem possible, does it? A champion of the gods versus a pawn. Just look at it."

She approached the fallen brute, her proud, even strides broken by a clear limp. There were wounds all over her, and she held her good arm over her broken ribs, but neither drove away her crooked smile. In a strange sense, it almost appeared as if she did not simply ignore the pain, but relished it. This was out of a sort of admiration, reflected in her eyes as she gently placed a battered hand onto the creatures head.

"Claws like scythes, pure strength with a regeneration superior to anything I have ever seen. Magnificent." She explained, before motioning to her wounds with an air of sour distaste, "And look at what the gods gave us... dull teeth, nails in place of claws, and skin as fragile as paper. A cruel joke. I'd say we have bravery, but even that is untrue."

"So what did the meek mortal have against a perfect predator?" Her eyes turned to look down at the girl, eyes full of dark satisfaction as she answered herself, "Patience. Precision. They are more dangerous than spear or fang."

“After learning of its regenerative rage I used some venom-coated arrows. It wouldn’t be enough to kill it, but I had hoped it would slow its healing down,” Venari shook her head and laughed gruffly, “Its metabolism was too quick. Any attack I made would seal up within moments and as its rage grew so too did its strength. But I did learn something. While its flesh would mend any cut, it was not so clean if something was sticking into it. In its haste, it grows around the object, like a splinter.”

As if to demonstrate her point, she lightly touched a feathered tuff sticking out of the ape’s side, almost consumed by overgrown flesh. Various other arrows could be seen, concentrated around the major joints of the creature; skewered through the crook of its elbows, the back of its knees, even one or two around its back and paws.

“In the end, the venom did nothing but irritate it, which worked in my favour. In its anger, it would gouge at its own flesh to tear out the arrows which only got deeper as its anger grew and the muscles expanded. Its regeneration had turned against it." The devilish grin returned, "If I shot the right place in its limbs, I could cause its movements to be limited, its muscles only further pushing the arrowheads into its joints, clogging them or cutting tendon and nerve. It even bit off its arm at one point.” She tilted her head to a bloody mass in the corner, “Once it was battling itself, I knew I had won.”

“The final blow was a gamble. If I could disable its movements could I disable its heart? What would happen if blood filled the lungs? Little by little I stuck more and more arrows around its chest. Any time it would rip them away I would shoot another into the fresh cut.” Venari’s smile grew as she continued, “Finally, the rage grew too much. It charged at me, clumsy from all the arrows. I waited until the last moment to disable its leg just enough for it to stumble forward and drive itself into my spear under its own weight.”

She looked towards a collection of bloody scrapes on the ground, where she and the beast had both tumbled down the slight slope of the cave, earning her cracked ribs and limp. “It nearly got me, and I narrowly avoided a mauling thanks to the arrows clipping its arms. The beast was tearing itself to pieces, but its muscles were continuing to expand. It couldn’t get the spearhead or arrows out before its strength started to fade...and then its life.”
Idea

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

ASTURIA
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Asturia raised a brow, tilting her head slightly to the side, her hair falling to the wayside. "Are you quite alright? But... yes, I did make these stars. My greatest art, cosmic paintings created with the globs of paint you see before you, the nebulae. The cosmos themselves are canvas, and beauty flows forth from my hands like water from a well. I... truly cannot describe it, it is a warm, beautiful feeling. How can such be evil at all?" The star goddess smiled, shaking her head as the other gave answer. "Friend, trust me. I will stay out here, likely forever. I will make absolutely no moves towards any God in any conflict, save if it involves myself."

"As for your apology, it is accepted. I realize you bare no ill will, only the pursuit of justice, even if you were persuaded of falsehoods." Asturia smiled, spinning about, her back to the woman. "How about a star, to... memorialize this moment?"

The Goddess smiled, and from her palm, hundreds of tiny orbs of light spun.

 

[Juju]

“Haha, oh right! Uh… I usually don’t plan anything. I just… make things?” Sana’a looked at Xue with a sheepish grin. At first, it seemed like she had made the sea goddess angry, but soon Sana’a could see that it was just the worry creeping into her features. Xue really did care about her creatures, something that brought a rush of warmth to her chest.

“Right, okay idea time~! Hmm…” Sana’a placed a finger beneath her chin and thought for a moment. A mischievous glitter was in her eyes when she next spoke, “We always make animals or plants, but what if we made something that was a mix of both? It grows in place, like a plant, but breathes and eats like an animal!” As Sana’a spoke she drew out a spark from the sphere of light, leaving the rest to float between herself and Xue so they both may be able to use it.

The spark danced in her palms, taking shape between her hands. It was asymmetrical and delightfully random, its colour a bright pink and its flesh a soft, spongy texture with narrow holes all over. She planted it beside a cluster of rocks on the seafloor.

“See! This is what I mean! I don’t know what to name it yet though…” It looked like she attempted to think of one, but was immediately distracted by another stray thought.

“Oh wait, we could make something like this too!” Sana'a coaxed out more of the light. Something else sprung up beside the spongy thing, this time resembling a leafless branch, rough to the touch and covered in bright blue spots. Once more, its form seemed random and unique in nature.

“Or this!” With a wave of her hands, Sana’a created a living structure that looked like some brilliant lattice fan. Tiny, pale filters swayed along its outer edge, making it look like as if it was outlined in soft feathers.

"I love them!" She declared, gently patting the puffy one that looked like a pink cloud. “Hmmm, what do you think they should eat? Sunlight? Little plants? OH! Hey Xue, let's make them do both!”

Sana'a covered her mouth and laughed in childish glee. She swam over to Xue and took the goddess' hands in her own, swirling around her in a circle. In her excitement, splashes of multicoloured spots began to erupt across her skin. The grassy mass of her cloak had also been broken up by clusters of these strange new creatures.

"Xue! What do you think? Can we make more!" Sana'a let go of Xue's hands so that she could twirl around in a bubbling spiral, "We should make a whole forest out of them, like Shal did with trees!"

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• Morois
• Koma

• Morois
  
  
  
  An offering huh? Yeah, I heard of it. Villagers were weak, they couldn't fight, so they opted for betrayal instead. Giving away their fellow to appease whatever force threatened them. Well, nothing that could be done about it. Naturally, I hated the disloyalty, the ungratefulness of one who betray another. It was pathetic and disugusting. However, it was a good thing for mortals to aknowledge their weakness, their place in the world we made and before us gods. I doubted such would be the reaction of a mortal child though. What was the facial expression for utter terror again?
  
  "D-daddy d-did what? No, no you're lying! Daddy would never be such a meanie! He was always so nice to me and mommy, how can you say that about him! Take it back!" I stomped my feet. "You're lying!...Right?"
  
  This body instinctively jumped in place at the huntress's sudden, unexpected turn around and her questioning of me not having seen the fight (granted, I did see it, but this body didn't) so loudly that it echoed through the entire cave. I had the body tremble and nodding meekly, though inside I hated myself for getting startled at what the huntress had done. At that point, her mood seemed to change though. She had this wicked smile on her face now.
  
  I held back my urge to laugh when the huntress described that pathetic mass of meat ripped to pieces all over the ground, created on a whim and for a jest, as a "champion of the gods". How her mind would be blown by the likes of the fast or my judges, no, even the omua or the wyrms would surely put her whole worldview into an entirely new perspective! And not even worth mentioning is the only one truly called a 'champion', who'd acted in such capacity in the history of all us gods: The mortal become goddess, Aímas. Well, she and her lunar counterpart which was best left buried in history. But for Aíma's sake, it was best to make that small correction.
  
  "The vampires...me and daddy met them before. They said their goddess was once a champion of the gods. A REAL champion of the gods. This...monster... was nothing of the sort. Ah, that's according to them. To what they told me and... daddy." I decided to weaken this body's voice a little by the end, as she probably would still be shook by that betrayal from her father at this point.
  
  The huntress proceeded to explain how she'd defeated the monkey. I couldn't help the slightest shred of respect for the way she fully aknowledged her weakness, yet fought using the strength of her opponent against them. Such a clever approach, yet so direct, it was hard to believe Koma was the one who had created the beast to begin with. Then again, if she was one thing, that would be 'unpredictable'.
  
  Now, what would this mortal shell do in this situation? Fear? Disgust? No, probably admiration. Ugh... I didn't want to do that, but I'd come too far. Besides, this woman was no doubt worthy of becoming one of the omua, if I could get her to. But for now, keep up the act. Even if it's a bit revolting.
  
  "That's so COOL! I didn't really understand all of that, but I think that sounds really cool miss! Where did you learn all of it? Or was it some sort of special blessing from one of the gods that let you do all that?" Eyes bright like a puppy in front of a sausage, the body almost grabbed the woman, but stopped itself at the last moment. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your space!.."
  
  Hmmm... Oh...!
  
  "Please don't hit me, I'm sorry! I really am!"
  
  
• [div class=Koma]
  Koma
  
  
  
  Koma simply shrugged at the masked god's question.
  
  "I've just been hopping and popping around, hearing what's new, yada yada... You know, like a rabbit. Or a mole. Or an existencial crisis. Nothing new really, haha." She clapped her hands, and her whole attire changed into a ragged vest and a straw hat. She twirled in Sherlock's direction and leaned next to him. "Oh, spying? Maybe. That sounds fun. I like fun things. But ya ain't seen nothin' boss! Hehehe hahaha. I think in your case I happened to overhear it though, I don't usually get to hang around with your maker. Maybe I should though. Maybe I could book a vacation in his realm! That sounds like it would be hi-la-ri-ous! Haha!"
  
  "Yupeee!" Koma lept in joy at the the response to her challenge, throwing a fist into the air as her clothes swapped back to her usual ones. "Oh, you like making mysteries too, huh? Then maybe we can make each other riddles after we play. No, wait, torchlight over my head! How about we play riddles while we play the game? It sounds SO awesome! It would be fun seeing us stumble and stuff."
  
  She giggled.
  
  "Alright, alright, maybe I should clear up the rules first. Meh, I don't like rules. But you need rules to have a game, right? Like, how else would you know what even is the way to win? Makes no sense. Ah, sorry, I'm going down the rabbit hole again. Fun story I once went down a rabbit hole. It was really tiny, so I made myself tiny too. I thought maybe there was some kind of, I don't know, secret hilariously crazy world down there. I was wrong. Only tunnels. Only tunnels and poop and baby rabbits. The baby rabbits were cute though. And they looked like they would make a great stew in the future too! But for now just cuddles. Cuddling is ni-" Koma realized she was doing it again, and shook her head. "Ah, sorry, anyway, here are the rules. "
  
  Koma raised a finger as she began her explanation. Naturally, it was the pinky.
  
  "The game shall be a...roll the drums...banbanban, treasure hunt! I've hidden many fancy treasures all over, and get to find them? Isn't it exciting? You get to be a god of mystery, solving mysteries! Or you could have a mortal you favor do it, I don't mind either way. Plus, as a reward, you get to keep any of the treasures I make you find! They're all nice and shiny and pretty too! Or you could hide them again, if that's more your thing. Besides the treasures, by solving the the several mysteries and obstacles along the way, you will also receive a clue for the next part. There's four big treasures for you to collect. This is your mission, should you choose to accept it, Sherlock. I'll take you to the first place. Naturally, you are forbidden from using your godly powers during our games. That would just be cheating. Which could be fun...but it would also ruin the main fun. You should never spill your dessert on the main dish! Unless it's a prank. But I digress. So, you up for it? Hehe."
  
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• Morois
• Koma

• Morois
  
  
  
  An offering huh? Yeah, I heard of it. Villagers were weak, they couldn't fight, so they opted for betrayal instead. Giving away their fellow to appease whatever force threatened them. Well, nothing that could be done about it. Naturally, I hated the disloyalty, the ungratefulness of one who betray another. It was pathetic and disugusting. However, it was a good thing for mortals to aknowledge their weakness, their place in the world we made and before us gods. I doubted such would be the reaction of a mortal child though. What was the facial expression for utter terror again?
  
  "D-daddy d-did what? No, no you're lying! Daddy would never be such a meanie! He was always so nice to me and mommy, how can you say that about him! Take it back!" I stomped my feet. "You're lying!...Right?"
  
  This body instinctively jumped in place at the huntress's sudden, unexpected turn around and her questioning of me not having seen the fight (granted, I did see it, but this body didn't) so loudly that it echoed through the entire cave. I had the body tremble and nodding meekly, though inside I hated myself for getting startled at what the huntress had done. At that point, her mood seemed to change though. She had this wicked smile on her face now.
  
  I held back my urge to laugh when the huntress described that pathetic mass of meat ripped to pieces all over the ground, created on a whim and for a jest, as a "champion of the gods". How her mind would be blown by the likes of the fast or my judges, no, even the omua or the wyrms would surely put her whole worldview into an entirely new perspective! And not even worth mentioning is the only one truly called a 'champion', who'd acted in such capacity in the history of all us gods: The mortal become goddess, Aímas. Well, she and her lunar counterpart which was best left buried in history. But for Aíma's sake, it was best to make that small correction.
  
  "The vampires...me and daddy met them before. They said their goddess was once a champion of the gods. A REAL champion of the gods. This...monster... was nothing of the sort. Ah, that's according to them. To what they told me and... daddy." I decided to weaken this body's voice a little by the end, as she probably would still be shook by that betrayal from her father at this point.
  
  The huntress proceeded to explain how she'd defeated the monkey. I couldn't help the slightest shred of respect for the way she fully aknowledged her weakness, yet fought using the strength of her opponent against them. Such a clever approach, yet so direct, it was hard to believe Koma was the one who had created the beast to begin with. Then again, if she was one thing, that would be 'unpredictable'.
  
  Now, what would this mortal shell do in this situation? Fear? Disgust? No, probably admiration. Ugh... I didn't want to do that, but I'd come too far. Besides, this woman was no doubt worthy of becoming one of the omua, if I could get her to. But for now, keep up the act. Even if it's a bit revolting.
  
  "That's so COOL! I didn't really understand all of that, but I think that sounds really cool miss! Where did you learn all of it? Or was it some sort of special blessing from one of the gods that let you do all that?" Eyes bright like a puppy in front of a sausage, the body almost grabbed the woman, but stopped itself at the last moment. "Ah, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to get in your space!.."
  
  Hmmm... Oh...!
  
  "Please don't hit me, I'm sorry! I really am!"
  
  
• [div class=Koma]
  Koma
  
  
  
  Koma simply shrugged at the masked god's question.
  
  "I've just been hopping and popping around, hearing what's new, yada yada... You know, like a rabbit. Or a mole. Or an existencial crisis. Nothing new really, haha." She clapped her hands, and her whole attire changed into a ragged vest and a straw hat. She twirled in Sherlock's direction and leaned next to him. "Oh, spying? Maybe. That sounds fun. I like fun things. But ya ain't seen nothin' boss! Hehehe hahaha. I think in your case I happened to overhear it though, I don't usually get to hang around with your maker. Maybe I should though. Maybe I could book a vacation in his realm! That sounds like it would be hi-la-ri-ous! Haha!"
  
  "Yupeee!" Koma lept in joy at the the response to her challenge, throwing a fist into the air as her clothes swapped back to her usual ones. "Oh, you like making mysteries too, huh? Then maybe we can make each other riddles after we play. No, wait, torchlight over my head! How about we play riddles while we play the game? It sounds SO awesome! It would be fun seeing us stumble and stuff."
  
  She giggled.
  
  "Alright, alright, maybe I should clear up the rules first. Meh, I don't like rules. But you need rules to have a game, right? Like, how else would you know what even is the way to win? Makes no sense. Ah, sorry, I'm going down the rabbit hole again. Fun story I once went down a rabbit hole. It was really tiny, so I made myself tiny too. I thought maybe there was some kind of, I don't know, secret hilariously crazy world down there. I was wrong. Only tunnels. Only tunnels and poop and baby rabbits. The baby rabbits were cute though. And they looked like they would make a great stew in the future too! But for now just cuddles. Cuddling is ni-" Koma realized she was doing it again, and shook her head. "Ah, sorry, anyway, here are the rules. "
  
  Koma raised a finger as she began her explanation. Naturally, it was the pinky.
  
  "The game shall be a...roll the drums...banbanban, treasure hunt! I've hidden many fancy treasures all over, and get to find them? Isn't it exciting? You get to be a god of mystery, solving mysteries! Or you could have a mortal you favor do it, I don't mind either way. Plus, as a reward, you get to keep any of the treasures I make you find! They're all nice and shiny and pretty too! Or you could hide them again, if that's more your thing. Besides the treasures, by solving the the several mysteries and obstacles along the way, you will also receive a clue for the next part. There's four big treasures for you to collect. This is your mission, should you choose to accept it, Sherlock. I'll take you to the first place. Naturally, you are forbidden from using your godly powers during our games. That would just be cheating. Which could be fun...but it would also ruin the main fun. You should never spill your dessert on the main dish! Unless it's a prank. But I digress. So, you up for it? Hehe."
  
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[ZuluSlayer]

And victory was not won easily either.
"I preside over the outcasts and the abominations of the world, guarding them in hidden places so they may exist without being hunted. If they were exposed to the other races of the world, many would be hunted down. No other god would take up the mantle of the Flock's Sheperd, so it is up to me to guard them. I also have taken up the role of punishing the worst of mortals. Many a rapist, tyrant, murderer and more have been claimed by me, and now are imprisoned in my halls for all eternity." He began. he felt like he said this before.
He chuckled, saying, "If I feared you, I would not seek to ally with you." He gestured towards his daughter, "This one is my daughter, Melekh. If she is to become a capable ruler and sheperd to my people, she has to learn. So I brought her along on what will hopefully be the first of many fruitful meetings."
Melekh nodded with the introduction finished.
"And my goals are simple: the protection of my people and friends and overthrowing the tyrant. Only when the Wyrm is destroyed or imprisoned, his allies exterminated, and his races liberated from their shackles, only then will my children be safe. And to be frank, if I were to just defend myself alone, with few allies, I would stand no chance against you or the Wyrm. Better to side with the winners than the losers. History is written by the victors."

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This could go very wrong, very fast. "I am Solomon, the son and servant of Tartarus. My father would like to make an agreement with your own. It regards the war." Solomon said. He felt a prescene approaching, one huge, ancient, and powerful, the other small but bright. They came from the sea.​

 

[jmann]

Khades listened to Tartarus speak once more. He spoke of being a shepherd and a leader, the one thing Khades despise above all else. But tartarus also spoke of the criminals, the murderers in scoundrels. Could Khades side with someone who imprisoned and enslaved others, even if they were criminals in the eyes of the law? Khades saw them as free. Those who did what they wanted when they wanted. But he knew others did not see that way. He would change this in time. But he could put up with it for now. Tartarus spoke of the figure beside him, Melekh, but he stopped listening after he said her name. Khades couldn’t help a grin slide across his face next. Tartarus spoke of winners and losers. Of Khades and the Serpent. Of course there would only ever be one outcome. Victory. If Khades won, there would be prosperity across all the lands and all who lived there would be free from their chains. But for now, Khades needed all the gods on his side.

“Ah, well.” Khades said after a long pause, “It certainly would seem the events to come will mark a tremendous moment in history. But I cannot guarantee the safety of your kingdom. This conflict will spread far across the planet and, quite possibly, beneath its seas. But with your assistance, with your abominable legions we shall be able to properly fight the Serpent. If we can recruit the goddess Xue to our cause we may be able to pin the Serpent to this continent beneath us.” Khades gestured down to the land, “Where my forces can close in and terminate the pestilence once and for all. But I cannot seal our pact just yet.”
“What will come of the souls of my Ashborne? They live wild and free, as mortals are meant to be, they live in perfect harmony with the land around them. If you can guarantee that these souls will remain free after they are sent to you, we have a deal. But if I discover they too have been enslaved and tortured for eternity, and I will know if this happens, our deal is off, and you will have made a very powerful enemy.”
With that final warning Khades stuck his hand out to shake once more, much closer to Tartarus this time.


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[MorgathosTheRussian]

"That would be much appreciated, lord!" the woman replied. She didn't feel like flying off and breaking her neck on the water. Not that Viktor would allow that, right?
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Ologor raised his eyebrow. Perhaps they were not alone in their preparations. "The war, eh? He'll want to hear about this. Alright, I'll take you to him. But you step out of line once, we cut your head off."​

 

[Juju]

This time it was Venari's turn to be surprised. She searched the child’s face, wondering if the compliments were just a way to get on her good side (not that Venari was any good at reading the emotions of others) but did not find any. Perhaps the kid really was interested?

Venari did not usually talk at great lengths about her kills. Praise was not what she sought, nor fame, as was the goal of the many false heroes she had hunted in the past. Indeed, she never even had a name as she drifted between human civilization and the remaining wilds of the valley. If she had amassed some sort of infamy she was hardly concerned, let alone aware.

The last time she had ever boasted about her kills had been among her tribesmen, but it was not admiration she saw reflecting in their eyes. To hear such eager applause was strange. Venari was not sure if she liked it.

“Heh. The gods? You think I’m one of their chosen?” Venari snorted in mocking amusement, wiping away the blood on her face with the back of her hand. As if she, some savage huntress, was one of the shining symbols of the god's perfection.

It was terribly irritating. Any sort of accomplishment was attributed to the gods in some way, as if mortals could not become stronger on their own. A good hunt was blessed, a war victory a divine plan all along. She sighed.

“Listen, girl, I didn-” Her voice caught in her throat when the kid reached out as if to touch her.

Immediately, the air became tense. Every muscle in Venari's body was rigid as she stared down at the little girl. No words were uttered, but a muscle feathered in her jaw and shadows had regathered in her gaze. This little girl did not frighten her, but the unbidden gesture had caused her to instinctively step back. It made her stomach twist in vague discomfort, and she felt a bubbling of anger at the mere thought of it.

For that reason alone, she really did want to lash out. The girl must have sensed it too, for she soon cowered in fear and begged to be spared and forgiven. Disgusting.

"Stop begging!” Venari snapped at the child, her eyes narrowing dangerously, “It's starting to really annoy me..."

"If I were to snap your little neck right now, do you think begging would make any difference? In fact, it almost makes me want to do it more." Venari sneer down at the child and gave a scoff, "I won't hear it and the gods won't care, so cry all you want. If you really want to keep your life than fight for it! Nobody else will give a damn!”

Growing sick of the miserable child, Venari turned away with a shake of her head. “Of course, you’re a weakling, so you’d probably end up a corpse anyway.” She explained nonchalantly as she scanned the surrounding cave for anything useful, particularly Bloodmoss, which usually grew in the caves of predators “But, if by some miracle you manage to survive, you’ll be stronger. That’s how I did, at least. Ugh, I sound like Risha! Gods end me! Point is; if you surrender you'll never know your strength. Understand?"

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[Solirus]

Hruk

Hruk upon hearing the response the woman gave, lifted her up with his powers and put her on top of his head while also adding a force field around her that would prevent her from flying off due to the wind. “You are free to explore the top part of my head, though it is kilometers of nothing aside from a place were my father would always go to, if you are able to find that place you might notice some of his energy still lingering there, I’d advise you stay far away from it.” Hruk said “We should be arriving to the destination shortly, so please be patient.” Hruk began moving once more and this time in his fast pace which was a surprising speed for such a massive being.

MorgathosTheRussian

Sherlock

Sherlock paused for a bit. A treasure hunt, that seemed most interesting, but Sherlock quickly realized that it wouldn’t last very long, as some of his godly power was clearly in his ability to think and Koma said that he wouldn’t be allowed to use any godly powers. Sherlock sighed and responded to Koma, “I will accept the game, but I won’t be doing it, instead I’ll have a mortal do it for me, to simply make the game last longer and so the prize may go to said mortal, especially since gifting something to a Gods such as ourselves would be quite unnecessary now wouldn’t it?” Sherlock remarked

“Wait, since I still don’t have much experience with the world, I don’t know what mortal to choose.” Sherlock said, he moved his vision into the sky and spoke loudly, “Father, could you find me a mortal for a little game I’m going to have, the mortal must at least be decent with problem solving and treasure hunting!”

Sherlock waited and later a portal appeared, with a human malebeing thrown out of it. “Be sure to return him in one piece when you are done.” Detz said through the portal while also giving out a small chuckle. “Father, is something funny?” Sherlock asked confused as to why his father was laughing. “Oh it’s just I gave the Fast a practically impossible task to build their houses and this is there 184th try already.” A large explosion was heard from the portal. “HAHAHAHA, that never gets old, anyway, be sure to enjoy yourself and try not to make yourself look like a fool, or I’ll laugh with her.” The portal closed and the human began to get up.

Sherlock looked at the human, “Tell me why were you selected from all the other humans.” The human tried to compose himself and opened his mouth to speak only to be interrupted by Sherlock, “I do not want you to tell me your name or where you came from, because I already know that. You are a human by the name of Ulees, coming from a tribe of humans that are attempting a more civilized approach yet you are struggling because of the aggressive tribes surrounding you. Or am I perhaps wrong?” Sherlock stated to Ulees. “Y-yes, you are right,” he said, “And as for why I was selected, perhaps it is because I am a cut above the rest?” Ulees said unsure of himself. “Good, then that is all I need to know,” Sherlock said.

“So what am I supposed to do here?” Ulees said shrugging off the sand from his clothing, and trying not to speak out too much. “I will let koma explain that, I will be following along so nothing bad happens to you, unless it is part of the game.” Sherlock said. Ulees paused for a second analyzing what just happened and realizing what was dragged to. Ulees began to stutter and shake, “a-a-a-re you G-g-g-gods?” Sherlock, “Yes, for the most part.” Sherlock said before moving his attention calmly to Koma. “Please explain to Ulees the rules of the game.”

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[ZuluSlayer]

"I will treat them equally. If they were cruel in life, then their punishment in death will be cruel as well. If your children hurt mine, they will be punished. I do not make exceptions for anyone, even allies. Discrimination is not something I practice. But if they behave, they shall be free." Tartarus replied, "But I agree to your deal."
Tartarus looked at Khade's hands and asked, "What are you doing with your hand, though?"
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"Very well. Shall we be off?'​

 

[jmann]

Khades lowered his hand. This god must have really been incompetent, not knowing what a simple handshake was.
“It’s a ritual most mortals perform. It is called a *handshake*. It seals a contract or transaction. Alternatively it is used as a greeting to identify any concealed weaponry. To accept a handshake shows trust in the opposite party and a willingness to cooperate. I thought your proximity to their kind would mean you would know such basic rituals, you’ve had over a thousand years to learn.”

Khades turned and leapt from the platform he had created. His body began to grow and stretch back into his scowling Draconic form. He tapped his talon against the platform and chair he had constructed earlier, they both compressed into a single string of flame. The string whipped about before coiling back into the Everspark. The Everspark hummed slightly with the connection.
Khades beat his wings in one violent motion and rocketed off towards his Sanctum. He laughed to himself as he recalled one quote: “Discrimination is not something I practice.“ says the god who exclusively punished those who he thought were wicked. What basis did he have, anyway? His own dogmas and beliefs? Perhaps there was a strict ruling he went by, but surely no god following strict rules would ally themselves with the god of chaos and unruliness. Or was Tartarus that sure Khades would secure victory?


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Tsuquena touched down on the sands of the desert. She looked around. It was hot but that didn’t bother her. She began to play a flute she had materialised in her grip. The melody filled the air and the sand began to dance. The sand rose as it danced. It danced faster and faster til it was a swirling sandstorm. Tsuquena, proud of her entourage, began to walk forward. The sandstorm engulfed her as they travelled across the desert. Tsuquena was to find the Serpent and provide him the pandemonium he deserved. Tsuquena played her tune calmly as she and the sand danced through the desert.




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