Fantasy A World Anew

[Karcen]

Quan was well aware of what was going on with the moon in most of the timelines it was but a dead rock the life robbed for one reason or another. Quan in fact saw herself sometimes removing the life herself as she enforced certain laws upon it that caused life to require magical shielding constantly. The moon was just not made for life that didn't have a lot of help a forest right now was impossible to maintain with the rules of reality as they were. This trial coming was nothing but a waste to Quan anger over the inevitable. As for Pandora Quan saw his quest as not worth it, already he trampled upon her domain, it was that kind of disregard that would lead him to the ruin she foresaw for him. Still before she could explain why this was a bad idea, that Pandora would only create more issues than he solved they were called. She was not going to give him a view of the infinite for she knew already he could handle what it brought there was a sacrifice needed to see everything and it was not something Pandora could make.

Quan ignored his boasting such devises were not needed and this might impress a mortal, but for her it was only window dressing like even her current form was. " You wish to see the infinite, but i will tell you this now Pandora there is a sacrifice needed for it one i know well you can not make" Quan said as they stood before the device even as Pandora spoke of how she knew more of space than he did she did feel the need to try to stop what she saw in store for him " If you believe you can then after this trial we shall talk " She said following him onto the barren rock that was the moon her first time actually showing up before most of the other gods who would not even know her name.

 

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  Amidst the emergence of all these new creations, something within Kanon grew rapidly. It was like her very own domain was expanding without any sign of stopping anytime soon. With new gods and new concept being born and created, new boundaries were also created. For the Goddess of Boundary herself, the recently forming fragments of reality had made her curious. She wanted to interact with them, to play with them.
  
  "Meet me upon the Moon, for Morois had done something terrible."
  
  The booming voice of the serpent deity echoed within her head like the voice of a drum within an enclosed room. What terrible thing? The curious and mischievous side of Kanon tingled as she briefly considered if a misfortune had befallen one of her kin. Even with that thought, her smile never left her face as if uncaring toward other's misery. Her mind was solely focused on her curiousity, and nothing can disturb her.
  
  For that one purpose, her eyes gazed toward the abyss of boundary.
  
  The boundary saw everything. It is everything, for nothing can exist without boundary yet a boundary can't exist if there were none. It knows of everything, and it records everything. The boundary is everywhere, in all places where reality exists. Whether it was within 0-dimensional plane of existence or even any existence beyond the 11th dimension, so long as the idea itself exist, so does the boundary which defined it.
  
  And the past is no exception. The past and the present is in fact a very clearly defined border among every boundaries she ruled over. With just a swipe of her hand, a portal made out of pure darkness and horror emerged, upon which she peeked unto the occurence which had happened.
  
  That is, the unfortunate 'murder' of the Minor Goddess of the Moon.
  
  Kanon smirked gleefully. It was an event she had not predicted to happen, but an exciting surprise nonetheless. Her eyes turned toward the moon, knowing that she could take advantage of the situation for her amusement. She knew that the minor goddess was broken and battered, both in spiritual and mental state. One could say that the now-formless goddess was weakened and vulnerable. For Kanon, this means manipulating her would be quite easy. Of what purpose, that is a secret that better off revealed later.
  
  "Boundary of Here and There."
  
  
  
  The portal from which Kanon saw the past was all gone, replaced with yet another tear in the spacetime which led directly to the moon. At the other side of the portal, the Goddess of Boundary emerged in a different, much more mature form than the one she assumed previously. This is, obviously, not Kanon the cheerful goddess who just want to playfully hang around with the deities. Her body, her posture, even her aura felt completely different. The only notable similarity was that both had the same mischievous and manipulative glare.
  
  "What a barren land," said Kanon with a frown on her face, "As it should be. This place reeks of death and madness."
  
  Looking toward her surrounding, she noticed that most of the other gods have been here before her. One, however, was particularly furious that even Kanon herself was unable to shook the dread away from her mind.
  
  "You are not in your right mindset, Lord Ver'Azai," stated Kanon with both her hand on the base of her parasol while her eyes gazed upward toward the serpent deity whose size dwarfed pretty much every other deities around him, "Do you truly intend to continue this, knowing that your anger will cloud you from the clarity of the situation!?"
  
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[Soviet Panda]

Zythis paused for a moment after Shaldressyr spoke, but in the end her comments did not stop him. "I want to make a creature to rival these civilizations." He did not waste time in meaningless banter and got straight to the point. "Those soft things encroach on my domain, and there is little I can do by myself. While I can influence life, I cannot create it, unlike you. All I ask is for a blank slate, something that is alive but I can mold."

It was around that time that the Goddess of Civilizations, that Dyne, arrived. She ignored him completely and went straight to the Shaldrysser, as if he did not even exist. This annoyance brought a low growl to Zythis' throat, and after hearing Dyne's plea a short bark of derision. "The things creations aren't ready to see the world for what it is. Evesti would make a better shroud to cover their heads with." It wasn't until after he said this that he realized what kind of leverage he might have over her. She wanted monsters to keep her creations in check. And while he wanted his creation to go a bit further than simply keeping them in check (he was looking more for a culling), he might be able to have her tell him their secrets of her own free will.

"I was just asking Shaldrysser, Mother of All, to assist me in creating. Perhaps it could do as you ask. But I do not know where to begin." Of course he did, sharp claws and sharper fangs, but she didn't know that.
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[jmann]

With a great burst of flame that shone with a blinding radiance, Khades let out a earsplitting roar, a roar of might, a roar that spoke volumes.



“Khades,” his guttural voice was low and rumbling like a charging stampede. It carried a similar energy, too, that of approaching dread, distant war, a threat that was beyond reach but soon approaching. Khades glanced around at the gods, his siblings by divine nature, and over at the Great Serpent. They will be happy, was all Khades thought of the matter as he felt the Everspark swim in his chest cavity. He would hold their fire, the flames that light their forge, the flames that reduce their trees to ash, the flames that continue the cycle of life; for that was his job, continuing the cycle of life until it was ready to die.

Khades wrapped his long wings around himself like a cocoon. His long nostrils billowed a black fume that reeked of brimstone and charcoal. The large pulsing crystal in his chest gave off a warm feeling, it warmed his cocoon in a way he had not thought possible, a comforting, intimate warmth. Yes, Khades thought as he nestled his long bony tail up between his legs, I shall harbour this warmth, this fire, it shall consume them but they will be grateful. Yes, they will thank me for I will save them from their own self-destruction.

But the gods would not be happy, Khades knew this. He was the only one who knew this, or at least he was the only who had the will to act on it.
The careful unity of law and order they would work hard to create would only bring them sorrow. No, Khades thought to himself as he floated amongst the void, watching the endless constellations and distant galaxies, Tyranny will not befall my siblings, nor their creations.

With a sorrowful glance towards Vrez’Arai, the Great Serpent, he sunk his head into the last hole in his cocoon. They will need me soon, but I cannot save them from what does not exist.
Once more Khades spoke in his deep rumbling voice. The charging stampede was closer, but wasn’t quite there yet, “Farewell, Great Serpent, I am sure we shall meet on another day.”

 

[jmann]

As Khades drifted aimlessly among the void, feeling time slowly passing by, hours passed, days, maybe even years for all Khades knew or cared.

The Everspark within him was glowing brightly now, light barely visible through the folds of his draconic wings. Yes, Khades thought, it is time.

Khades looked unplugged his head from his cocoon, gas and smoke billowed out like a geyser. The pressure pushed Khades down towards a planet. He soared downwards, flames lining up his sides on entry. Khades saw an island, then another. There was something on the islands, people perhaps?

Khades continued to rocket towards the unoccupied left half of the island coast. Snow vaporised around Khades as he plummeted, straight towards the icy peaks of a small tail.

With a blast that parted the clouds, Khades impacted with the mountain range, sending boulders and large rocks flying into the sea. The full did not strengthen him, but rather he was left wounded in the gargantuan crater he had created, Blood poured from gaping wounds like rivers of molten rock running deep into the earth.

But Khades could not rest, he looked down and saw the Everspark in his chest was chipped, a tiny chunk no bigger than a man’s head was lying in the rubble. Flowers grew around the small chunk, before shrieking and growing into rats that ran around before vaporising into a thin mist. Chaos incarnate.


“This cannot be.” Khades growled, his form shifting and shrinking into that of a man with worn pink skin and ruby red eyes. The chip had not scaled like the one chest did. It was indeed broken.

“I cannot mend you, so this shall be your home; these Sundered Peaks.” Khades murmured to the chip, picking up the heavy crystal, “And you shall be my Beacon, spread your chaos to the farthest depths and distant skies. If they cannot see us yet, they will feel us.”

 

[Nomad_Queen]

Sera "The Herald of Battle"
Location: Megistos and The Surrounding Islands
Sera and Vez'Arai's people landed on Megistos the floating island. The landscape of the island was similar to a lush forest no animals were present on the island though except for a few birds that had managed to fly up to the islands. Sera watched as some of the Vez'Sinai wandered off still staying near but exploring their new surroundings, and Ajaia followed her people in the wonder of the new land.

Sera turned away from them and started to concentrate moving his power throughout his body until it collected into his hand. Observing the yellow power Sera slowly started to dilute it making the light smaller and smaller until it was the size of a grain of rice in his hand. Sera took the small grain of power and split it into two one side of the grain of power was slightly bigger than the other. Sera felt conflicted in making one smaller than the other and decided to gift the smaller grain of power with knowledge that would make it more adept at learning then the bigger grain of power. After doing the Sera planted both grains into the ground and plucked two feathers from his wings planting them into the ground with the grains and buried them.

Soon the ground shifted and disturbed as two humans with wings crawled their way out of the ground, covered in dirt and clothless the two looked at one another than towards Sera. Observing them Sera could tell them apart immediately, the bigger grain of power grew into a muscular man with a body ideal for combat. With the smaller grain of power it grew into a physically fit woman, she was not even in combat when compared to the man but she was made for more than just combat alone. Silence filled between the three as Sera tilted his head slightly while observing the man, Sera extended his hand towards the man and woman and two swords grew out of the ground.

Almost on instinct the man grabbed one of the swords and charged at Sera swinging like a mad man with no skill in his attacks. Sera dodged and defended against the attacks with no real threat to himself and he observed how the male would attack. While the attacks were violent they lacked any real sign of training but as the fight drew on longer the swipes became more accurate and stronger until finally the man was covered in sweat and a little bit of his own blood. Sera was about to say something to the man when he heard a metal clink from behind him and when Sera turned around it was the women with a shocked face holding the sword edge against Sera's shoulders.

What Sera had failed to notice was when he was fighting the male winged one the female slowly grabbed her sword and observed the fight, and only by observing the fight she derived away to hit Sera. Even though the male was stronger it was the females cunning that managed to hit Sera.

"Since it was the Woman who hit me it will be the woman that rule. Man will train from childhood in the art of war, and you will train them in the ways of combat. I name you Theofanis, and while the men are being trained in war the Woman will be trained in ruling and learning, you will train the women in the ways of knowing. I name you Melina." Sera said to both of the Enthralled, his people.

The two swords disintegrated into the dust out of Theofanis and Melina's hands when Sera once again extended his hands collecting more bright power into his palm. This time Sera split the power into ten bright orbs and he slowly shrunk them again and again until they were weaker and dimmer then Melina's power originally. Sera then planted the ten smaller orbs into the ground and waited. Eventually, winged children dug their way out of the ground five male children and five female children.

"Theofanis take the male Fledglings and train them and yourself. Everything that you will do will be learned and embodied by them, Spare no lesson or detail. I wish for my people to last forever weakness will cripple my people while strength will carry you to the heights of victory." Without saying a word in response Theofanis knew his purpose and took the five children deeper into the forest to train them in the ways of combat.

"Melina, the female Fledglings will be trained in the art of governing the Enthralled. However, as of now, there is nothing to govern I have made the females weaker than the males but I made them smarter. For now, you will take the female Fledglings and learn to survive on this island. Learn to use your wings and you will discover the world. Discover all the island has to offer and although Strength will carry my people to victory the females will carry our legacy throughout time." Just as Theofanis left without saying a word Melina left with the five children in the same direction as Theofanis and they started to lay the roots down to what would be the capital of the Enthralled people on the island of Megistos.

 

[Petroshka]

Shaldressyr was busy talking to Zythis when Dyne came calling out to her. "Oh! Dyne! I was just talking to this creature" She gestured to Zythis, but it seemed she was too focused on her humans to notice what she had said and went on a explanation about her humans and her conundrum. "i am more than willing to help dear." She clapped her hands and smiled towards the both of them, ready to get to work. But before she could get started on working to help the two it seemed the large serpent wanted everyone to go to the moon, and so Shaldressyr got up from her previous resting place while talking to the others and looked up. Stretching her wings she flapped once and went into the air, then towards the moon. When Shalldressyr reached the moon however, she saw that it was in fact lifeless, or dying, in a pure, emotional thought she had to save it.

In quick a secession, 12 impossibly long tendrils made impact on the moons surface, evenly spread out across the circumference of the moon, the tendrils started to pulse green with plants seemingly growing from where the tendrils are at. But as quickly as they grew they died, and the pulses grew in strength and number. Following the tendrils back the source of them were in fact Shaldressyr's wings that have been morphed into more hand-like appendages. Shaldressyr herself was making her way over to the moon but was too focused on bringing life back to it to notice the other gods, as if she was in a trance of sorts.

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[Solirus]

As Detzwyeg waited for the big noodle to reveal anything to them he saw Shaldressyr in the distance approaching the moon and immediately attempting to bring back life in a way which made Detz stumble and fall back down in the ground. Detz interested and quite frankly bored decided to approach Shal in hope to ask her what she was trying to do. Detz went back under the dust and appeared behind Shal what she was doing and if he could be of any help. But instead of getting a response which would boost his own self esteem he simply got ignored he even tried snapping his finger in front of her and yet no response was given. “Well, whatever it is you are trying to accomplish, we are waiting for you in the surface of the moon, the noodl- I mean Vez’ Arai wants all if not most of the Gods where he is, maybe he can explain things, maybe he can’t, but I bet we can help you, so please don't take so long.” With that out of the way Detzwyeg let himself fall down into the same spot he previously was, this time taking a nap.

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[ZuluSlayer]

"When an old man lays on his bed, surrounded by loved ones, he may be ready for death, but many times, he will have one last thought: I don't want to go. When a child is struck down by disease, their father may pray to any god that listens. When a soldier lays dying on the battlefield, he regrets much he did in life, and asks for a second chance." a ghastly voice hissed. "For the old man, I offer him a chance to live once more. For the praying father and his sick child, I am his salvation. For the regretful soldier, I am the chance to redemn himself. But these all come at a price." Forth came a hunched over corpse, withered with age. A groaning spirit, bound by ethereal chains. A silent wight, clad in rusty armor. "The price was their loyalty to me, Tartaus, the Drowned God. For eternity, they shall serve me. A damned crew for a damned god. How fitting." the voice continued. The three figures disappeared then, and the world of the voice's addressee became whole again. He was a man dressed in tattered rages, in a chamber deep below the sea. Without a tongue, the man could do little but stare into the darkness of the room.
"They had good reasons to live. They had loved ones and chances, so much potential to do good. You had none of that." the voice hissed. "Hector the Brave, Hector the Strong. False titles for a false man. How many did you cheat out of their coin? How many men did you send home broken? How many women did you leave widowed?" The voice grew louder, anger fueling it. In the dark, something groaned in pain, mixed with the sound of cracking wood. The smell of rotten flesh mixed with feces and urine. "Hector the Murderer, Hector the Traitor, Hector the Kinslayer. Yes, that fits you more." the voice whispered into his ear. "Like the three I showed you, you will serve loyally. But not on my crew. No, my outcasts must be fed, and what better food than something disposable?" The source of the groans appeared with haste, and a brief scream was all that remained of Hector as it ripped him apart.

 

[Snackofthefuture]

Kiru Rapture
Turning halfway from his newfound people to the newly arrived goddess, Kiru smiled for the second time in his newfound existence. A new god had joined him, her purpose for being there unknown to him but his purpose known to her.

"You're Death. The one that doesn't show their face."

"Death is correct, though I prefer to go by Kiru as of the moment." Swiveling fully around, the tall black-clad God walked over to her.
"You are Sana'a yes? It is good to meet you, your presence is... radiant, in this land." He said as he looked over the smaller goddess of life. She was pretty, in a way that made Kiru think of a perfectly trimmed flower, allowed to grow healthily into the very best it could be.
A true goddess of life, grander in her liveliness than all that lay under the Earth and after the end. Why was she here, however?
"Death is correct, but I do not hide my face, this mask is who I am right now and eventually I will change it out for another. Death holds many faces, some more honest than others."
The light in her eyes was surprising in a land as barren and devoid of color as the one Kiru had just made. he wanted to ask what intrigued her, but she answered that question with one of her own.
"Are those your mortals?" She asked.
Laughing in a low rumble the masked god admitted their origin with pride he could not conceal, nor wanted to.
"They are not of this world, and I did not deign to create them. I adopted them. Tore them from the fires of an extinguished empty universe."
Gesturing to the masses huddled before the two gods, he said "They are my children now. I will make some truly of mine eventually. But now is not their time."
"Im happy you like them... It is something, I was unsure of.... They are kindred spirits I think, the closest beings to me in and out of this reality."
Snow whirled around the figures as they spoke and Death noticed the climate was not one his new people would thrive in. They needed more shelter, but not necesarily comfort.
Pulling a crescent moon staff from a tear in space, he gestured with it over the rolling stone hills and fields of the land he had set foot upon. They needed more...
And suddenly a great chasm or valley of sorts ruptured the ground and many more sprung up over the vast continent. Mountains began to rise around them, solid masses of jagged black rock, quickly becoming shrouded in clouds and mist. Snow continued to pour down in great flurries and as Kiru finished a figure pulled themselves from the expansive throng that consisted of The Maduin.
He was large and muscular towering over the others of his race yet still miniscule somehow in face of the two gods. His audacity however, was what truly made this being stand out.

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This was a fighter. A true warrior and possibly more. He was terrified yet he still came towards the two divine beings. A being who could conquer his fear so utterly was one Kiru admired. The warrior stopped about 6 feet from the towering beings, and bowed deeply before introducing himself.
"I am Furell. May I ask whosaved my race and I and why I cannot remember much of anything before this world." There was anger and fear in The Maduin's question and Kiru understood.
"All will be answered Furell, just know I am your god now and I will take care of that which is mine."
Gesturing to a distant mountain, the armored god said "Your home and answers lie in that peak, go now and find that which you seek. I have matters that must be attended to before I can assist you my son. Let this be the first challenge of your strength."
Turning back to the goddess, he gestured towards the horizon and the moon with a quizzical shrug.
"The Divine serpent seems a little pissed, care to go see what just happened to our dear Moon?"
Kiru had felt the Moon's death the momentit happened and he was ashamed to admit that the sensation of such death had brought him some small joy, and a high he did not understand or like.

 

[SirDerpingtonIV]

Upon the death-swept surface of the Moon, the others had begun to arrive. Not all of the Gods, and indeed, less than half of them overall, but the Serpent preferred some to none, for this was an inmportant matter to be discussed. The Serpent coiled upon itself, the moon-dust sprinkled across its long, serpentine body as it eyed the gods that had arrived. Far below, it saw Morois speaking, and the Serpent couldn't help but let out a long, exhausted sigh. Morois, I cannot hear you if you speak normally, the serpent projected into the goddess's mind, as it turned its gaze once more to the other gathered gods. Far below, he had left the Vez'Sinai under the care of Sera, and even now, he kept track of them, as the God of War carried the Vez'Sinai to his flying islands, where he began to create a race of his own.

The Serpent hoped they could be allies, the Children of Peace and the Children of War. It'd certainly make things... a bit safer for his beloved creations, in a world that was quickly shaping up to be incredibly inhospitable, a blue orb among an infinite sea of black, marked only by the twinkling of a few plain, white stars. The Serpent looked up to that blackness, to those stars, and for a few moments, thought upon them, as the stirring to create burned within his heart. As Morois had done, with her vile... minor God, the Serpent would do, for better purposes. That empty void beyond their fledgling world longed to be filled, and stars uncounted, brilliant in color, would be the way to do it. Although he did not have the time or knowledge to create those objects of astral beauty... perhaps he could create a minor god who could. However, such thoughts were for a later time, without such pressing matters to see to. But after, once the moon healed, and Morois had been appropriately dealt with, he could see to it, to create someone with that same urge to create.

The Serpent let out a sigh, finally deciding to address all who had gathered. "Thank you, fellow Gods, for gathering here. I apologize to interrupt your creations, but this is an important matter, one that must be settled in council, for I would not take steps upon this alone." The Serpent heard the words of those who spoke, many asking explanation of him, and looked to each in turn.

Kanon addressed the Serpent directly, and the Serpent focused upon her, great blue eyes blinking, before holding a steady gaze. "Angry I am, but this situation should make us all feel righteous anger, Kanon. I am angry for the useless death of all life on this Moon, for the absence of its very elements. The very wind has stopped here. I can assure you, although I feel outrage, my mind is far from clouded." The Serpent spoke with an even tone, although from within its maw, could be seen the white-hot light of the Serpent's wroth, the very same might that had given the core of the world form.

The Serpent turned, dipping its head to a great beast of flame and fury. "Farewell returned, Khades," The Serpent replied, before turning to look upon the next God.

The Serpent beheld with its eyes as the Goddess of Life got to work. He admired the raw drive, saying not a single word as she touched down upon the Moon's dead surface, returning life to it with great tendrils of green. She made progress, although the Serpent knew it would be slow. She was focused, and the Serpent figured that it would be best to not disturb her process, so instead, he merely nodded in her direction, before deciding to address all the gathered Gods as a collective.

The Serpent turned, and with the power of its mind, raised up the shaking, ever-changing Goddess of the Moon, setting her to stand upon a pile of dust. The Serpent let out a huff, trails of smoke curling from its nostrils as it began to recall what it knew of the events that had transpired here. "This one is known as Lunar, the Goddess of the Moon. She had a dispute of some nature with Morois, the Goddess of Curses, and the two made trial to see it solved, using created champions, that which my eyes did see. I lack knowledge of the details of what happened, but I beheld the two champions preparing to do battle. It is then that all life on the Moon died, reduced to the dust we all stand upon. Not only did all life perish, but even the elements are gone from this Moon, leaving it nothing more than a barren rock covered in powdered corpses. With such a blow, the champion of Morois, who afterwards would be made a minor Goddess, killed the Moon's weakened champion. After their 'trial of combat' had finished, a rite of blood occurred, and the two Gods transferred domains. Lunar is Goddess of Moon only now, while Morois has usurped Youth and Dream." The Serpent bared its teeth, projecting an image of Morois, her former mortal Champion, turned Goddess, and her mortal creations. The Serpent had finished its explanation of events, and turned its head to face the others, making eye contact with each of them, before it began to speak again. "In their conflict, Morois culled all life on the Moon, and left Lunar a ruined God. I do not know the nature of this conflict, but I do not believe that we should allow mere Godly disputes to involve such acts. A line must be drawn in the sand of creation, the lives of plants, creatures, mortals, and such things cannot be used as pieces in argument, as pawns in Godly Game. Godly pride cannot excuse death in this meaningless excess. We must do something of this, so such things do not happen again, at far greater scale in our futures. I would rather make example now, rather than later, when entire mortal races are at stake, millions of lives to be swept away for insult or ambition."

Having made its case, the Serpent let out another huff, and pulled its head back from the Gods' gathering, its great, baleful blue eyes blinking once more. "Voice your thoughts, so progress can be made."

 

[Coyote]

Pandora listened to Vez’Arai’s words with pensive consideration. A golden hand floated to him with a book and several scrolls. The book contained a record of Lunar and Morois’ interactions within its thick binding while the scrolls held the status of the Moon in one and the totality of all that was lost in the other. He stood for just a moment as he briefly flipped through the information, coming to a complete understanding the second he was able to observe the mere words on the paper. Vez’Arai made a bold statement about how gods should settle dispute, asking that the lives of mortals and all around them should be left alone. By principle, it was convenient and would certainly allow the dispute to be handled in a more isolated matter. Why the Serpent would say it was for the sake of mortals was beyond him, however. They are mere machines, meant to be observed and studied. It wasn’t like they had actual consciousness. But that point was irrelevant to the issue at hand. Pandora looked at the others and stepped forward. “I have no objections to the Serpent. In practical terms, it allows us to settled our disputes in a contained manner, with little collateral to those that were not involved,” Pandora said. It wasn’t that he supported the Serpent. It was that he had no objections. He didn’t care much for what they decided on as long as his domain was left alone. “As for the judgement we must lay now at the feet of Morois... I ask to be permitted to abstain,” Pandora said plainly. He handed the scrolls and the book back to his golden helper hands but had them remain so that the other gods could have access to them should they feel the need. With that however, Pandora opened to floor to any of the others if they wished to speak.

SirDerpingtonIV

 

[Karcen]

Quan'Cath for one actually would defend the goddess that took the domains of another, the two had a deal and covenant between two gods, it was the losers fault that she had not set any rules before hand to prevent such set ups. Still this was a very dirty trick and annoying technicality that Quan'Cath knew countless con men would use to steal from those most vulnerable and get away with it. That thought along was enough to anger Quan'cath as she did not like such abuse of the law she would have to do something about it, some way to hunt down such people, perhaps a champion of her own that could put such beings on trial. Still those people and this goddess were within the law for now laws could change to stop such action and this was the prime example of why the changes were needed.

" They covenant between the two was valid a fight between champions Lunar put her domains at stake and Morois her freedom" Quan'cath explained able to see back to the deal being struck though not elaborating much. Still her tone wasn't exactly passionate she was stating facts the deal was valid and there were no rules " Lunar made no stipulation on the location or rules about fair play the curse of Morois does not therefore invalidate the deal. " She continued this was a court room and she was the goddess of law she also knew of what lunar had done to try to avoid actually paying up " If you wish to avoid scenes like this in the future we can add rules to covenants between gods and make sure they agree on them to make them truly binding, but what is done is done the moon is dead for now and the domains have been transferred" Quan'cath finished before she thought of something more to add that someone might not expect a damnation of the loser " Also do not think because Lunar is in such a pitiful state that she was the innocent member in this, Lunar not only instigated this, but she also tried to renege on the deal she struck. You should not let pity blind you to what happened between the two Lunar brought all this upon herself with her words with her rash action with her lack of thought she brought death to the moon and lost her domains all of it was preventable if not for her pride" Quan'Cath really finished everything she said had been true this destruction was close to lunar's fault than Morois because this had all been started by her. The moon had not held much more than plants and one day there was a chance of life, but the curse was powerful and would last a long time, though there were two goddess that could change the moon back with ease upon it right now. In truth Quan'Cath might not be so against Lunar if not for her attempt to get out of the deal such disregard for covenants was unbecoming of any god. " There is no need for punishment the damage can be undone with ease by myself for long as we restrict future occurrences with laws and rules to bind us this will not happen again"

 

[jmann]

Khades looked up from his Sanctum and knew the Great Teacher was there, even if he could not see through the atmosphere. He heard his call however, and on demand morphed back into his great Draconic form and took flight. Khades flew high above the clouds in one great beat of his mighty wings and before long he had reached the space outside the planet, with Vez’Arai looking at him and the other gods who were gathering.

After Quan’Cath spoke her piece, it was his turn, he fluttered forward and looked up at Vez’Arai and his great blue eyes.
“While it brings me great sorrow to hear of your anger at these events, Great Serpent, I cannot help but realise these things are inevitable.” His voice was low and calm, sounding like distant rolling thunder, Khades gazed back to Quan’Cath, “Aye, the damage can be undone but there is another underlying problem...”
He returned his sight to the Serpent.
“We are gods, these mortals are our creation, is it not our birthright to do with them as we wish? What makes it different from them using blades to destroy each other?”
“And one more thing, Great Serpent, what about Sera’s Enthralled? Or my Ashborne? Shall we lock them up? Kill them? Shall we massacre our own children just so you can feel that the cosmos is safe?” His voice rising now, smoke billowed from his nostrils, mixing with that of Vez’Arai, Khades moved closer, Vez’Arai was undeniably bigger but it mattered little, “Shall we bind ourselves and play your puppets?”

Khades let out a low growing laughter, turning back towards the gathering, “Stay your tools and hold your tongue, else invoke the wrath of the Great Serpent, God-Emperor of the universe!”

Khades looked back to Vez’Arai, the two were so close they were almost touching, “But I pose you one final question, Vez’Arai, what of me?”

Khades beat his wings and shifted back towards the gathering, the desire to leave almost took him, but he stayed where he was, instead repeating his question, “What of me?”

 

[Solirus]

Detzwyeg woke up right on the moment that Vez’Arai began speaking. As each God showed their own opinion Detz couldn’t help but feel that this would go really badly really quickly. Finally once it was his turn, kinda, he began speaking what he had in mind. “Everyone, please please, we have to think about all the possibilities in why this happened and what it truly means that this happened. In one hand Morois killed all life on the moon, pretty sad stuff, I know, but as Quan said, there was no rule against it.”

He paused again only to split himself into two different Detz. “For such a conflict to have happened there must be a reason to it all, it can’t simply be that Morois wanted the domains of Lunar for no other good reason.”

One of Detz’s clones looked at Vez’Arai, “I understand that you don’t want anything bad to happen to mortals, even though we both know that is impossible, but let me ask you this, in what way can we deal with any conflict between Gods?”

Detz looked around at everyone in the area and back to Vez’Arai, “We can’t simply fight each other now can we? Because fighting each other personally would mean even more destruction, and nothing would come out of it as I have realised we are all equally powerful, so I would say to use mortal, but I guess not killing them in the process if that is what you want?”

Detz’s other clone looked at the other Detz and began speaking, “Yes, those are all valid points, but we all have to admit that even though there was no rule against it, killing all ife in the moon so unnaturally instead of letting it die naturally and letting grow back, was pretty mean.”

Both of Detz’s clones walked back to each other to form Detzwyeg again. “Look, what I’m trying to say here is that good and bad things will happen if any side comes out victorious in this discussion, I guess the only thing left is to let the rest of the Gods here speak what they have in mind and for Morois to arrive so she can say her side of the story,”

He looked back at Vez’Arai, “I know you are very angry with her, but try not to antagonize too much, she might have something to say.” Detzwyeg sits down on nothing as he finished stating what he had on mind. “That’s all I got for now.”

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

While the gods were in their big trial, life thrived in the Kuznitsa Natsii. The 12 of Viktor's original creations had increased their numbers dramatically and expanded their trove of knowledge. Now, 100 of Viktor's children walked the earth, living in a secure hold in the center of the Kuznitsa Natsii. Their rapid expansion and strengthening was credited to a man of extreme martial skill and leadership talent, Ologor the Elder. A tall man with the eyes of a storm, Ologor had carved out a kingdom for his people in the deadly Gardens of Plenty. Viktor had left many dangerous beasts and feral tribes to populate the Kuznitsa Natsii, all part of a measure to strengthen his people subtly. These dangers helped mold the Chosen into a better fighting force, capable of battering back superior numbers with their discipline, tenacity, zeal, and skill. Today, Ologor led his men towards the Great River that ran through the land to exterminate a tribe of more primitive men that had raided the Chosen on multiple occasions. Their existence could not be allowed to persist.

"This is the plan, folks. We divide in three forces. I'll take 20 down the center and begin the assault. At the same time, Dovcheg and Kiieis will each lead a flank to heem them in. The goal is to push them against the river and keep them pinned there. We'll move on the usual mark, alright?" Ologor said. The assembled 42 men and women nodded and split up into their respective areas. If they could pull this off, 56 savages would be wiped out and the Hearth would be able to live off something other than deer and water. All at the cost of some arrows, spears, and hopefully none of his own troops. Ologor stared at the primitive encampment that was just a few hundred meters away, and saw the typical signs of a defeated people. They were huddled around fires, desperately clinging to life on the shores of the river, looking down with tired expressions. 'Killing them would be a mercy.' Ologor thought grimly. "We're ready." his second-in-command said. Joining him on either side were his finest men, the Forge-Guard, five men clad in the best armor and armed with fine swords and axes, the shielded warriors were an inspiration to their allies and daemons to their foes. Behind them stood the rank and file, armed with axes, hammers, and spears, with the more keen-eyed carrying longbows and clubs. "Very well, let us not tarry. To arms, comrades! For Viktor! For the Forge!" he cried out. Battle awaited.

That night, there was a great celebration. Every last one of the raiding savages was dealt with at the cost of only a few scratches and cuts. But surprisingly, not many were dealt with by the sword. Many had simply surrendered in the first moments of the battle, their morale broken. Only the chieftain and a few died hard loyalists put up a fight, but they were easily dispatched by a few arrows. While killing them would fulfill his original goal, a thought came to him. Why must they die? Surely not all of them could be raiders. And they were fine farmers, too. Mercy would show the other tribes in the area that if they submit, they would be allowed to exist under his "protection". Under the leadership of Dovcheg and some of the Chosen, they would be integrated into the Chosen's society of an Allied Tribe, and would be given land on the river's shores to work for the Chosen. On the moon, Viktor smiled with pride as his children discovered the power of mercy and waited for the other gods to deliver their verdict.

 

[Juju]

The smile on the goddess' face only grew when she heard Death's laugh, a rush of happiness swelling in her heart.

"Another universe!? A-and you saved them?" Sana'a exclaimed with a short gasp, one mirrored by a surprised squeak from Aiki.

She listened intently to the story, eyes wide in a look of shock and awe. He was a true hero, yet he sounded so lonely during his comment on kindred spirits that she couldn't help but feel a flutter of sympathy. She had felt a taste of loneliness before the creation of life, but now she had so many new friends it was hard to imagine not having kindred spirits. It was a sad thing to think of. Maybe Death just needed more company?

"You have a good heart, Kiru." she murmured to the wind as Kiru summoned his crescent-staff and began to weave mountains into the frigid land.

Sana'a stood beside him and watched, eyes glimmering in wonder at the artistry. All the gods were fantastic at their creations. Maybe she should try to make a land sometime? After she had helped the others maybe she would find an area to call her own, but until then...

She gazed at the Maduin, huddled together in the snows. They had been through so much and she could tell they were fierce fighters, but that didn't mean they should live without some small comforts. Sana'a turned to her cloak and plucked a small piece from the hem. It shifted in her fingers, growing into a solid, glassy mass that shimmered a faint blue in the sunlight. Smaller orbs could be seen rattling in its hollow core. Seeds.

"Aiki, spread these for me." She said to her furry companion, placing the seedpod into its mouth. Then she pressed a finger over her lips and added with a smile, "Shh, don't tell Kiru." Even though the wind howled, Sana'a could hear it give a purr of agreement before it jumped out of her arms and scampered off towards one of the new crags.
[The seeds belong to the Icethorn plant. I will be adding it to discord soon! ^w^]

Her smile faded when she heard the Serpent's voice in her head. "Something... happened..." Sana'a muttered with unease. Then she blinked, a determined look crossing her face when Kiru suggested they should go to the moon. "Yes, let us go at once!" Without giving him any warning, Sana'a grabbed Kiru in a hug.

Her cloak split into two, blooming into feathery petals that unfurled in the wind. They stretched out overhead like two enormous wings before being brought down in a powerful swoop that sent both the Gods soaring heaven-bound.

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As Sana'a landed lightly upon the moon the colour of her skin and hair turned ashen, her expression sad. Even her luscious cloak began to fade, the vegetation wilting away until all that was left were gnarled, lifeless snags. She let go of Kiru Rapture and waded through the ankle-deep dust in a sort of daze, stirring up flaky clouds in her wake. It looked like the snow of Kiru's domain, yet somehow this was much more forlorn than that northern land. Something was wrong, very wrong, and upon sensing this a great sadness welled up inside her for the first time, but not the last.

Her footfalls paused when she was a short distance away from her fellow life goddess. In worriment, she watched as the new growth blackened almost as quickly as Shaldressyr could create it. A frown crossed her face, drawing her attention downwards as she knelt upon the dead soil. She brushed away the ashy dust and placed a hand upon the barren stone beneath. As soon as her fingers pressed against the cold, her eyes swirled with a dark void, jagged runes skittering across her downturned palms.

"They are cursed." she breathed.

Sana'a closed her eyes in focus, listening though there were no words. "No life may grow...the heart is rotted..." When she opened her eyes again, the darkness that had hidden there began to burn away in a flameless glow of green. "The corruption must be cleansed for it to heal."

She sprung to her feet, and as she stood loose petals fell from her hair. "I lend you my aid, All-mother!" she declared, flashing Shal a bright smile.

Sana'a shifted her stance in preparation then drew her hands up in a swift motion, as if lifting some invisible weight. At this gesture, the dust below her feet shuddered. Angry splashes of black ooze erupted from beneath the layer of dust, writhing and coiling like putrid worms brought into the sunlight. She weaved the tendrils of dusk in an ever-shifting globular mass around her, drawing it out in graceful arcs.

The black blood hissed and lashed, but every movement was mirrored by the goddess. If it was a dance, Sana'a didn't know the steps. They just felt right

Inky droplets broke off of the corruption, only to turn into bright blooms of light as they hit the ground. It pooled around the goddess' feet, rising up as fresh grass and saplings. Petals began to swirl within the darkness around Sana'a, illuminated by pulses of green light that rippled through the corruption. Cracks could be seen, each one flourishing with multicoloured blooms that bubbled up within the darkness.

With the aid of Shaldressyr's power, the corruption finally gave way with a sudden burst of shimmering green light and petals that fell down in a slow, light rain.

 

[Kersey]

Awakening of Tríchros and the founding of the Corsair Cities

Unlike the others, Tríchros had chosen to bide his time in the darkness of the void and observe as his divine siblings formed a universe from nothing. He felt no need to reveal himself, no need to leave the cold comfort of the abyss, no need to create. It was with the creation of the first mortals that this changed, as if their young sparks, full of life, had awoken a need within him, a purpose.

The destruction of life upon the moon was what finally brought him out from his dwelling in the great absence. Yet it was not to Luna that he travelled, but to the chain of islands east of the lands of the Vez'Sinai. There he would construct a civilization unlike those that had already come, it would encompass all the races of the world, and its people would be united by a single purpose, to plunder the seas.

Pulling stone up from the sea, unaware of the horrors that lay at its depths, he transformed the islands from small, barren rocks into formidable fortresses imbued with his very essence. Those who would call this barren land home would not have easy lives, they would be forced to look outwards to survive, but they would do so with rage and courage.

 

[MorgathosTheRussian]

Viktor joyfully gazed out over the moon as life returned. It was such a wonderful sight. Especially since it reminded him of his own project. "Well, gent, ladies, and other deitic individuals, it seems the issue at hand is halfway solved. Life is back. But now, the murderer must pay. We must establish a precedent here, and set an example for the future. First it'll be these plants. But then what? Our peoples? Our lands? Us? We must punish her and show that all will be given equal treatment for such a gross misuse of powers." Viktor said.

 

[Karcen]

"The law is not retroactive there was no law or rule against what happened here " Quan'Cath said not happy that the makers of a copy if humanity was decided how laws would work. "If there is to be punishment it should be fir the next to break the law when we make it" she continued "Though if fear of destruction is your problem then the answer is simply to lower our power when we interact with the world after this era ends"

 

[D4nimal]

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Amon listened quietly as the gods threw around their opinions, concerns, and accusations.
Amon mostly agreed with what Quan stated, however now was not the time to voice this personally.
"Shall we have a series of votes then? We can start with the matter of punishment. All in favor for the punishment of Morois say 'Yay', all in favor for the opposite say 'Nay'." Amon declared.
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[jmann]

A M O N
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Amon listened quietly as the gods threw around their opinions, concerns, and accusations.
Amon mostly agreed with what Quan stated, however now was not the time to voice this personally.
"Shall we have a series of votes then? We can start with the matter of punishment. All in favor for the punishment of Morois say 'Yay', all in favor for the opposite say 'Nay'." Amon declared.
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“May I be the first to say Nay.”

 

[ZuluSlayer]

The death of the moon was a tragedy, an undeniable fact. It was such a beautiful symbol of the gods. The silent scream of so much life being wiped out in an instant still ringed in Tartaus' ears. With this in mind, he resolved to do his part and go to the trial. Masking himself in shadow, he got to the moon right as life returned. And yet, the faint smell of the dead still lingered on the surface. 'Such a tragedy.' he said to himself, 'Such a grand tragedy.' Then came Amon, and the fire-master spoke Nay. Tartaus took a moment to ponder his vote, and said, "Nay."​

 

[Solirus]

"Nay, or perhaps Yay? I just can't decide, in th end we only have the results of her actions to judge, yet we don't have the motives of why she did it, I say, we wait for her to arrive and explain why she did what she did." Detzwyeg looked at all the other gods, in hope that they could atleast agree with him a bit.​

 

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"...for as you see, the moon was in fact...." The words just kept flowing out of my tongue, as while it didn't feel so great at first, after a while I kinda got used to talking like the speech and just kept going, until that message came into my head and I stopped. A star in the sky became rose-red as I slowly realized my mistake, and I prayed no mortal would ever hear why (silly though it might be for one such as me to pray). Without any further choice in the matter, I took to floating out of my spot of the celestial grounds to go meet the other gods on the moon.

It was even worse than what I could have imagined.

I first realized something was off when I was blinded by supposed low radiance of the moon. A green radiance, like the one I had erased with my curse. It shouldn't have been so simple to lift the curse of a goddess whose domain was curses, even if one were to be a god themselves. Even now, in my reduced state, this was still supposed to be the case. Could it be my prior curse had weakened that much? No, even then it would have to have taken at least two gods to...Ah, that was probably it. I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision for my landing, my feet rubbing into the grass like putting on straw slippers. The grass upon the moon was new. The old grass would have known my shape, but not being. This grass didn't even know the shape of the goddess that had first molded the original of its kind. Not that it mattered. This grass, those trees, none of it ever mattered. They could make a hobby of remaking broken toys for all I cared. More importantly were the names, and the accusations, and the nonesense being cast upon my name. My fists clenched my instinct, but I gulped in an attempt to hold myself back, teeth at the breaking point for my care to not end myself clashing with the fury of the lesson yet to be learned, of the due respect for a major goddess's good name.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I ran to the middle of the assembly of gods and waved her arms in the air, parts as emphasis, part to make sure even with my height the other gods could visually take note of my presence. I then stopped, and spun once to look well at everyone. Of particular note was the large snake who'd first began awakening the gods, and an enormous man with a hammer and a beard match only by his hair. "What foul thing is this, to cast judgement upon one without hearing them speak? Punishment? Misuse? Of my powers? Pray tell, what is the proper use of the domain of curses, if not to curse? What more appropriate use than in the test of our mights as goddesses, in the light of our agreement, and for the purposes of advancing my needs? Oh you born with a form to be admired, who may flee to another domain when the first doesn't suit them, though unlike the one who sullied my honor we may be equals, what right have you to judge my action as vile when there was none more suited? To instigate fear against me for acting in the defense of my challenged dignity?"

I then faced Quan, who defended me, and Khades, the first to declare his position against an act of such unfairness as to punish her for some imaginary wrongdoing. I bowed, pulling my skirt by the side in a way I couldn't if I wasn't wearing the moon goddess's former form.

"I thank you from the bottom of my hearts, goddess of rules and god of chaos. It is an honor, to receive defense from two with such opposing domains. My hearts are warmed by the defense I receive now, perhaps a consequence of the one I didn't receive before, but it matters not. It does set me in a good enough mood, despite this glaring outrage, to agree to your covenant, oh goddess of rules. May we reduce our power in the realm of mortals, and our miracles be reserved for whose faith and gratitude are appropriate for what they've been blessed with."

I did add a little more than what was innitially proposed by Quan, but it seemed to be quite in line. Hopefully this would quell the troublesome affair, and maybe win over some of those on the fence. Not that my gratitude towards Quan was any less genuine, but at this time I couldn't forget the precarious situation I was still in, even if it had resulted from the whims and arbitrary imposing of the serpent's own thoughts upon my actions, their own imaginary rules.

"Oh, and I almost forgot." I tilted my head towards Amon. "My vote shall of course be 'nay'."
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"...for as you see, the moon was in fact...." The words just kept flowing out of my tongue, as while it didn't feel so great at first, after a while I kinda got used to talking like the speech and just kept going, until that message came into my head and I stopped. A star in the sky became rose-red as I slowly realized my mistake, and I prayed no mortal would ever hear why (silly though it might be for one such as me to pray). Without any further choice in the matter, I took to floating out of my spot of the celestial grounds to go meet the other gods on the moon.

It was even worse than what I could have imagined.

I first realized something was off when I was blinded by supposed low radiance of the moon. A green radiance, like the one I had erased with my curse. It shouldn't have been so simple to lift the curse of a goddess whose domain was curses, even if one were to be a god themselves. Even now, in my reduced state, this was still supposed to be the case. Could it be my prior curse had weakened that much? No, even then it would have to have taken at least two gods to...Ah, that was probably it. I rubbed my eyes, clearing my vision for my landing, my feet rubbing into the grass like putting on straw slippers. The grass upon the moon was new. The old grass would have known my shape, but not being. This grass didn't even know the shape of the goddess that had first molded the original of its kind. Not that it mattered. This grass, those trees, none of it ever mattered. They could make a hobby of remaking broken toys for all I cared. More importantly were the names, and the accusations, and the nonesense being cast upon my name. My fists clenched my instinct, but I gulped in an attempt to hold myself back, teeth at the breaking point for my care to not end myself clashing with the fury of the lesson yet to be learned, of the due respect for a major goddess's good name.

"Stop, stop, stop!" I ran to the middle of the assembly of gods and waved her arms in the air, parts as emphasis, part to make sure even with my height the other gods could visually take note of my presence. I then stopped, and spun once to look well at everyone. Of particular note was the large snake who'd first began awakening the gods, and an enormous man with a hammer and a beard match only by his hair. "What foul thing is this, to cast judgement upon one without hearing them speak? Punishment? Misuse? Of my powers? Pray tell, what is the proper use of the domain of curses, if not to curse? What more appropriate use than in the test of our mights as goddesses, in the light of our agreement, and for the purposes of advancing my needs? Oh you born with a form to be admired, who may flee to another domain when the first doesn't suit them, though unlike the one who sullied my honor we may be equals, what right have you to judge my action as vile when there was none more suited? To instigate fear against me for acting in the defense of my challenged dignity?"

I then faced Quan, who defended me, and Khades, the first to declare his position against an act of such unfairness as to punish her for some imaginary wrongdoing. I bowed, pulling my skirt by the side in a way I couldn't if I wasn't wearing the moon goddess's former form.

"I thank you from the bottom of my hearts, goddess of rules and god of chaos. It is an honor, to receive defense from two with such opposing domains. My hearts are warmed by the defense I receive now, perhaps a consequence of the one I didn't receive before, but it matters not. It does set me in a good enough mood, despite this glaring outrage, to agree to your covenant, oh goddess of rules. May we reduce our power in the realm of mortals, and our miracles be reserved for whose faith and gratitude are appropriate for what they've been blessed with."

I did add a little more than what was innitially proposed by Quan, but it seemed to be quite in line. Hopefully this would quell the troublesome affair, and maybe win over some of those on the fence. Not that my gratitude towards Quan was any less genuine, but at this time I couldn't forget the precarious situation I was still in, even if it had resulted from the whims and arbitrary imposing of the serpent's own thoughts upon my actions, their own imaginary rules.

"Oh, and I almost forgot." I tilted my head towards Amon. "My vote shall of course be 'nay'."