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Fantasy A World Renewed (Sandbox God RP)

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Harmony and Unry

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Collab with: Tetro Tetro and Juju Juju ​

Harmony was lounging on their bed, as per usual, enjoying the day just before Unry made their arrival. Those within the grand temple looked in awe and partial fear, while Harmony stared at their sibling. “Fellow? Well, I see any changes you’ve made are purely cosmetic…” Harmony gestured with their hand, shooing everyone away and watching the mortals leave the building. “What do you want?” They knew Unry hadn’t come to simply visit.

“As Gods you and I it is appropriate I refer to you as a fellow.” Unry explained crossing his arms “Believe it or not, this chat holds two purposes” He said raising his hand and lifting 2 fingers up, “A discussion about your sudden change and a questioning about this singular world.”

“I wouldn’t call my change sudden. I looked quite different at first. Then I changed as time went on. I added more blue. In honor of Krajowa, our lost and forgotten sister of the seas.” They explained, gesturing to their form. “You have a question about this singular world. If you’d kindly, elaborate?”

“I shall only say this once, I do not have siblings, and secondly I do not know of this Krajowa.” Unry moved his arms down relaxing them, his sights moved towards the sights at the decorations in the room, “Who created the foundations of this world?”

Harmony titled their head back a bit, eyeing Unry with a mixed expression of curiosity, and mild suspicion. “I created the foundation of this world, at the beginning. As for the various reinforcements and additions applied to it, the answer would be: the other gods.” Harmony slowly rose from their bed, moving to stand in front of Unry. They looked closer at the form of their sibling. Harmony’s expression cracked, and a tiny smirk revealed itself on their face, “were the strikes of my son so devastating, Unry?” They let their expression return to a calm and stoic one after asking the question. “My heart aches for what occurred in the past. I do wish it had been Vitis and their associates instead of you to have taken the lashings of Elyis. Maybe some sense would have been knocked into them? Justice was not served when you were the target of my son’s assault.” Harmony fell back into their bed, resting on their side and looking back up at Unry. “Any other questions?”

Hearing the explanation of the world's creation shifted Unry’s radiant aura into one of concern, “I see.” When Harmony approached and explained further, Unry’s interest piqued and yet so did his confusion, “I recall little, and the names I do not recognize, but I do know one thing.” Unry’s gaze turned to face directly towards Harmony, “I’m hopeful, and I’m glad you no longer pose a threat to existence. A great weight has been lifted off me thanks to you.” Unry explained his aura reverting back into a radiant one.

Harmony waved their hand dismissively, “my dear brother, I never posed a threat to existence. I posed a threat to the gods. I am Life. The continuation of all things is why I exist, and maintaining the order and overall balance of it is my purpose. It is what I am. And what I will always be. Please, be assured that I would never try to bring harm to any of it. That is why I shed myself of form so long ago for a brief moment.” They tapped their chin, squinting their eyes at Unry, “I am curious though, about your own changes since the battle. Also, do you know where exactly your book has gone since then?”

Unry’s aura spiked with annoyance at being called brother, but quickly changed to an aura of confusion, before finally morphing into his normal radiance, “I have suffered no changes and you claim I own a book, the only book I would even care about is the book of Noric and unless something happened to him, I wouldn’t wish to seek out something I do not own.” Unry turned around facing away from Harmony, “I believe I’ve attained what I was looking for, unless you wish to speak more.”

Harmony revealed from under their bed a large book, pulling it out and holding it up to Unry. “This is the book you once owned, when your mask was in one piece. Before your change. Holding it causes great pain to myself, but it belongs to you. You dropped it.” They stretched out their arm a little bit more, waiting for Unry to take the book.

Unry turned around amused, “You say I wear a mask?” Unry took a deep sigh before looking at the book, “And you tell me I own this book?” Unry moved closer picking up the book then beginning to look at it’s exterior, “I certainly wouldn’t make a book in this fashion.” Unry explained lowering the book back to the bed, “If it is mine then feel free to keep it for the time being as of right now I won’t be needing a book… ” Unry turned around then, his blade materializing in front of him and slicing reality with two slashes opening a path way to walk through, “I’ll be busy in the meantime, keep up the good work.” The rift closed itself as Unry and his blade passed through leaving no trace behind.

Throughout the duration of the exchange, a watcher crouched stealthily from behind the shadow of a pillar. They watched with golden eyes that shone even from beneath their deep hood, never faltering or missing a single detail. For looking away meant agonizing hunger. They moved swiftly at the departure of Unry, quickly heading out of the temple in a blur of white feathers.
 
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the cave smelt the same as it had after all these years, the smell didn't change as did the rough material under him. Water clung to its stone, the rank scent of mold and stone floated through their nostrils as he lay curled up staring at the old stones before him, two sticks stuck on its head like antlers. His gaze was dull as he looked, holding himself amidst the darkness. He couldn't look away from the content look he had carved into the makeshift head, or the cracks on the ears from when he had tried to ride it. No matter how much he stared, it wasn't Vitis.

a harsh light stabbed his eyes, wincing as he offered a look to the woman entering the cave, "Ugh, would you stop looking at that thing, its disgusting." she rolled her eyes as she stood in front of him, leaning on her umbrella with one hand as the other held a lantern. End's face twisted into a look of pain, the expression before someone would cry if he had any tears to shed. She let out a click of her tongue before she placed the lantern down so she could gently hold his face, "I told you sweetheart, they abandoned you, why morn someone who never loved you. All they did was keep you close because of your powers. You never meant anything to them."

End flinched at each statement, curling into themselves like an injured animal as their face looked in pure anguish, she gripped his face harder, making them look at her, a look of annoyance on her face before it turned 'soft', "But I Love you my sweetheart, I care for you, I won't abandon you, and I would never use you. Together we can own this world, just you and me forever."

she offered him a smile but end just shrugged her off, instead turning his back to her so he could look somewhere else, "Fine, if you want to act like such a spoiled brat, maybe I should just leave to." End let out a strangled noise as he heard her footsteps leaving. They quickly launching themself at her feet and grabbing her skirt, "Please! Don't go, please please. I will be good, I will be good please don't go." his voice hiccupped as black gobs fell from his pure black sclera.

kicking him off her she leaned down and held his face, kissing him on his nose, "of course my end," she smiled a sickly sweet, "after all..."

"your my future..." they hiccupped out,

"good boy~" patting his head as she said it

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Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

The Old Gods, beings of immense primordial power, were born of the void. It was through their actions that this world of mortal races and the many divine realms came to be, a blank canvas painted and given life over the vast and unending passage of time. It was a world made and sculpted by the hands of many, it had seen prosperity, famine, war, peace, rebirth near destruction. It was a delicate being kept in balance by its very creators, creators who knew no equal bar one another for all this time. Or more accurately until most recently. Yes, things were starting to change in this delicate void the gods called home and amount the most prevalent was the emergence of new gods. Gods birthed by mortal will, both of the void and yet intrinsically something more.

Among these new gods would emerge the Goddess Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Imea for short. This new goddess was granted divinity and rule over the realms of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens. A mixed batch thrust upon her by mortal woes and wishes. A being, no, a god, for the people brought about by the people. How absurd! Nonetheless, this is her story-

As morning came and the sun shone upon the great city of Roma, children could be heard playing in the streets. Masons were already hard at work, Bakers and grocers setting up shop and the hustle and bustle of city life filled the streets with a pleasant sound. Ah yes, what a wonderful age to be alive, what a magnificent city to be a part of! How far mortals had come! Remarkable!

This city was home to the grand shrine of Harmony, the old god and divine ruler of Life, Order, Balance, and Justice. A goddess the people admired and offered up their prayers for. Yet, over the years in many a city just like this, rumours of a new god were spreading like wildfire. Goddess Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, or Lady Luck. At first rumours of this new god were sparked in gambling circles alone, a sort of joke if you will. Luck isn't on my side but at least Carta is. But what was initially an off the cuff joke soon spread from city to city and soon honest prayers were being offered to this new god, prayers to oversee gambling and from there it only spread more. Games. Games of all sorts came next, after all why stop at gambling! Lady luck has you covered! Chess, Carta has you. Horseshoes, Carta has you. Poker? Well of course CARTA HAS YOU!

In all honesty, things only spiralled from there. Apparently being the receiver of goodwill was lucky enough to be well... Carta's doing. And how she ended up being a role model and source of prayer from queens? That's a whole other topic for debate but as fate would have it her name got around. A lot!

And so on this faithful day, as Harmony was lounging around within her temple walls a bright light began to form upon her alter and from that light sprung Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. A god brought to life!

Sitting upon the alter the new god's eyes quickly adjusted to the room and fell upon Harmony, a bright and cheerful smile creeping onto her face as they did "Hello! My name is Imea. It's a pleasure to meet you! Would you like to play a game?"

Tetro Tetro​
 
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Zexzad&miko
interaction: Juju Juju​

"Yeah it's been a while... though i can't really tell how long time gets a bit sqwiffy all en all" Miko admitted painful aware that vitis had managed to push the wrong button of zexzad so to speak, the boy stepping away somewhat and letting out a small sigh. Taking the hotcakes from chiku the mortal amongst Gods had a worried expression upon his face. "I thing auntie vitis manage to piss dad off.. this is gonna get a little intense." Hed mumble.

Meanwhile zexzads expression soured... to be called a God of chaos completely missed the nuances of it all.. was that all this half of the old stag saw them as chaos? Hardly sure shenanigans where about in zexzads quest to answer its ken questions and pure amusement but there was always a reason as flimsy or contrarianin as it might appear.

"You call ME chaos? Is that what you expect of me then naught but senseless and warping nothingness, seems you've greatly missed your mark shrub horse, a different look but on the inside all the same but far more transparent, yes I am indeed annoyed angered even that you would insinuate i am some kind of senseless twister of everything for the sake of it." Teeth gritted in a agrivated expression the large spiked tendrils mouths snapped aggressively at vitis long purple tongue flickering like serpents.

Meanwhile zexzad annoyance caused the warp to burst forth in isolated locations within a flash pockets of greenery were now replace with shimmering crystalline crops of trees.

"Now... manners here are not of my concern, my concern is your insistence on making the work of my own and my minor gods far more difficult then it should be your insistence on this cycle only leads to stagnation and fear amongst mortals and frankly that simply will not do, " Zexzad expressed particularly exasperated with the precived insults slung at them.

"I'll leave you too your brunch if your willing to make a level of concession with your meddling with mortals that can be discussed at a latter date that i will hold you too. if not I shall take the matters into my own hands, and solve it in my own way, be it as it may you wish to protect your precious cycles but I AM the arbitrator of change and I know my place well enough, so make your choice, concessions or I will take my own actions prehaps break that little cycle of yours it is so drab and overdone afterall same thing way every time round and round" while zexzad would normal smile theu showed nothing of the sort expression dead serious for the derived no enjoyment form having to make such threats. They simply wish this situation resolved in a timely manner. So they could both find themselves as ease with moderate allowances for both.

Miko frowned a little butting in before the other god could get word in. "Hey both of you don't be arses especially you dad that was really uncalled for but please try to get along... last time everyone got grumpy alot of innocent people died not knowing why becuse you guys got all grumpy, I know I'm not even a minor god but I can see form all the way down here that even dad, auntie vitis and everyone else can all be just bad as mortals it's probably where we all get it form, but that's besides the point, what I'm trying to say is please for the sake of everyone DON'T get snarky with one another ok" miko pleaded to both of them a small tear in his eyes form his perspective he was totally being Honest and he hoped both of the gods would understand.

Zexzad sighed nodding with a frown and going over to give miko a hug. "You know miko right we really don't need needless conflict over fickle things I apologise for making such threats but we must work something out"
 
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Harmony

The day was beautiful and full of life. Harmony had sent off Arthe to explore the city and discover the world for themselves, finished up a brief and most curious meeting with Unry, and was now continuing their rest as the last of the tables and chairs were removed from the temple. It was a very nice play the mortals put on for Harmony and their fellow Romans. So much excitement in one day, and from the looks of the light forming on her altar, Harmony was sure only more was to come.

"Hello! My name is Imea. It's a pleasure to meet you! Would you like to play a game?"

Harmony stared wide-eyed at the goddess, blinking in shock. Two gods born within their city in one day? They let out a very joyful laugh, throwing their head back as they did so before letting out a sigh once they had finished. Harmony reached down, picking up Imea so they were sitting on their palm, and brought her up to their face so they could get a better look at the goddess. "Goodness me! Dare I claim to be the most blessed of gods? Two beautiful and colorful gods born in one day, and in my city no less. My name is Harmony, and I would love nothing more than to play a game with my dear little sister. Tell me, what game do you wish to play first?" They smiled, their tone was full of love, eagerness, and child-like excitement. The color of their form had blossomed into a beautiful pink, matching the color scheme of the god they held as the two gods remained in each other's company.

Uasal Uasal ​
 
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Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas
Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

Imea began to laugh joyfully as she was hoisted into the air upon the old god's great palm. Once face to face with Harmony Imea stared wide-eyed at the god, tilting her head from side to side as she examined the being's face with a look of genuine interest and amazement "You're a god? This is your city? I'm your little sister?". Pondering this for a few seconds was as far as Imea got, for the second Harmony agreed to play a game, alleles matter considerably less to the newborn god. Confusion swapped to excitement and sheer glee at the very thought of playing a game!

Moving to stand on the god's palm, Imea brought her hands to her hips and stood proudly with a grin plastered upon her face, eyes twinkling with determination and voice as clear as day echoing throughout the great temple as she spoke aloud "What a fantastic question! There are so many to choose from! Poker, Chess, Dice, Blackjack, Soccer, wrestling..." Pausing for a second Imea laughed softy and moved a hand to cover her mouth as not to be rude "Perhaps wrestling with you would be problematic though". Moving her hand from her mouth Imea instead offered it out and open before her newfound friend "Rome is your Kingdom, what say we play Trigon! It's oh so popular with the children of this realm... how do I know that?"

Shaking her head and dismissing the thought, Imea turned to look down upon the priestess trembling in shock near the door. Smiling sweetly Imea hopped from Harmony's hand and landed gracefully upon the floor in front of the maiden, extending a hand for the woman to take. "Trigon needs three players though. What say you? Would you like to play too!?".
Tetro Tetro​
 
1651156042194.pngDaif's footsteps crunched through the wooded ground, echoing through the silent forest as another pair of footsteps behind him did the same. How long had the two of them been walking through the woods to the brunch that Asta had insisted they go to. Daif didn't nneed End and he sure as hell didn't need Vitis, and yet he still found himself trudging through the woods to this brunch.

"You know..."

"shut up we are not lost." Daif spat at his other half, not even bothering to turn around as he did so. Asta let out a sigh before continuing,

"I am just saying we always get lost when you lead, if I did..."

"I'm not going follow you just to find a conveniently placed path that somehow leads us directly where we are going because of your dumb luck." he hissed out, throwing a glare over his shoulder as he did so, this time stopping so he could now fully face the other. Asta reached out his hand and placed it on his other half's shoulder,

"are you upset because I am better than you?" he spoke with a smirk. Daif reacted the same as he always did, smacking the hand away and his face turning into pure rage.

"You aren't better you just got lucky the same way you always do. You wouldn't have skill if it hit you in the face."

"You sure you won't eat those words as you lose to me like always."

"If I remember correctly our score is tied."

"so bring it on then Daify."
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1651156078038.pngas they reached the top of the tree finally, late like usual their appearance was obviously disheveled. Clothing ripped, hair a mess and dried blood on some of their clothing. Daif's face was downcast in a look of lethal rage as Asta instead had a smirk plastered on his face.

"sorry we are late we had a little disagreement about who should lead, which I of course won." Daif's face twitched before he quickly grabbed his other half's shirt and began to spit out at him,

"You only won because of your stupid luck and because Dream's End decided to favor you..." Daif's anger bled out of his words as he trailed off, the same look of 'oh fuck' plastered on Asta's face at his words of the forbidden name. Daif shoved Asta away, coughing awkwardly as he did so.

"So what's on the menu Chiku..." Asta said, now noticing the other two that were also here, the tension in his grandmother high as he now realized they had not only spoken the forbidden name but interrupted something, "Dexlad right? And that's uh Dipo?" Asta said, offering them a genuine smile. Daif snorted at this, actually managing to smile to himself as he laughed at the others stupidity. Which Asta of course responded with turning to his other half, "What?!" he said confused as Daif just rolled his eyes.

Daif abandoned Asta's side to instead go next to Vitis, "Ah Vitis its been too long." Daif spoke as he offered a tiny smile before he hugged Vitis, using this a show to not show his suspicions as he spoke in her mind, 'Why is Zexzad here? Is he here to hurt you, do you need our help' he communicated, not noticing the twinge of worry that managed to show through in his tone. Then moving over to Gurthu and giving him a small head pat, "Nice to see you too Gurthu."

Asta looked shocked but just went forward and began to eat some of the food, shoveling it into his mouth before speaking, "sho Dexlad, Dipo, whut rings shu guys ere?"(so Dexland, Dipo, what brings you guys here?)

"Don't speak with food in your mouth, you buffoon!" Daif hissed as he moved away from gurthu, rolling his eyes at the other. To which Asta responded by showing his chewed up food to Daif which the other let out a disgusted noised, throwing a random food item on the table at him to which Asta easily dodged. Daif let out an annoyed sigh at Asta before offering a guarded glance at Zexzad, "What exactly brings the god of 'change' here, another issue to blame on Vitis?'
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End and Odele made their way out of the cave and into their home, an actual wooden cottage that Odele had their minions build during their time together as she refused to stay in the disgusting cave End was so obsessed with. As they made their way up she glanced over at End with a smile, "Remember close your eyes and nose when you enters a girls room." she chimed at him, waiting until they covered their eyes with his hands and stopped breathing.

the two went through her room of the house which was also the room with the ladder to End's 'room'. Of course End had never seen the room because if he had he wouldn't be so joyfully following Odele. Blood coated the wall, rotten mortal corpses half eaten lay on the floor, some hung from hooks from the ceiling. Flies lay dead on the ground, any who dared enter were swiftly killed and discarded by her. She hummed happily at the sight of the room, opening the door and letting End exit the room before shutting it behind her.

now outside her room, End let his hands drop and flinched at the light coming from the windows. He sat themself down on one of the couches, turning his back to the now annoyed Odele, "Why don't we take a walk and get some fresh air!" she suggested happily. End didn't respond, curling more into the pillow instead.

Odele's head cracked to the side before she strode over and roughly grabbed End's shoulder making them face her, "I said how about we take a walk." she said tightly, End squirming under her harsh grip.

"O-okay okay..." he said in a slightly afraid tone to which Odele relished in.

"Perfect lets go!" the two of them exited the small cottage in a woods somewhere as they began to stroll through the woods, End stiff and small as Odele hugged his arm like they were a couple.
 
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Unry and Viator

Post made in collaboration with Solirus Solirus​

You know, some would say it has always existed. Others may say it's only truly a concept now. The idea that one could merely leave behind their societal baggage and go on the move. To leave behind their woes, and hit the road. That one could leave behind the tribe, the clan, the home, and find it in them to roam, and at first, that was all it had known. Exiles, the disgraced and dispossessed. When it was only a battle for survival, none could reasonably muster the fancy to merely walk off and start anew. However, as society settled, as communications between groups began to advance, the creation of roads became necessary. With more official roads between cities and towns, villages and hamlets, travel would pick up. Mayhaps a merchant wished to take wares to a locale that would find it exotic and new instead of common. Maybe a woodworker's son longed to play upon the stage instead of laboring away under the family tradition. These desires began to draw something more concrete. To give more definition to what could be, and yet… It was not enough.


Still, the concept was merely a concept. A unique quirk of society with mild merit. As travel continued to become ever more the norm though, information, KNOWLEDGE, did as it always had. It would spread, and it would fester. Wars of ideas, clashing ideologies and questions never before considered. Distant groups, with entirely different lives would pass by each other, and a new perspective may be born of it. All facilitated by the advent of guarded roads and wandering minds. The world was beginning to turn anew, and through that, that which could be, would gain focus. No longer merely a thing that existed. It could hear whispers of prayers. Perhaps not to it, but prayers for guidance. For safety. Prayers that their travels be kind and fruitful. Prayers that they find their way through the intellectual mires to get the answer they sought. Prayers to what seemed to be an empty niche. The prayers of scared children, lost in the woods with no clue of the path home. Prayers of mighty men brought low by the lack of supplies for their journey. Prayers of ancient sages, who've meditated for long years with little to show on their path to enlightenment. Even then, this was not enough. It had form, it had focus, but it was stuck. Unable to guide itself out of this strange realm it was born into. What could it lack?


“Young one, Heed my words if you will.” A voice rippled through the space between reality, its tone causing a wave of comfort. It could hear as footsteps grew louder in sound and a radiance approached it, soothing and warm in its glow. “Voices and prayers shackle you, leave you bereft of what you need most.” For a second the light became blinding, the pleas for help it heard fell into absolute silence, “Freedom. Your existence is being molded by others, your purpose being written by them. You should see existence first, experience it and when that is done, then you shall decide your purpose.” The light slowly began to dim, its footsteps growing ever more faintly as it traveled away, but where it had been, it left a small light, “I leave for you a gift, keep it close and all shall become silent to you, a moment of peace.” The voice spoke growing fainter as it traveled further, the final sound being that of a blade slicing through the fabric of reality, creating a path.


At first, it believed itself to merely be hearing a new prayer. Bit odd to start a prayer with the idea of the one you prayed to being a young one. However, as a radiance approached, it realized for the first time it was not alone in this strange reality. No, this was another being… Perhaps one akin to what it was? Shaken out of his observance of prayers, by the sudden appearance of another being, he was finally free. Albeit, perhaps it'd be more likely he was free-er. After all, the words of these prayers no longer filled his thoughts and existence, however he now had something new to mull over. The words of this strange being who had come by him. Were these orders? Recommendations? Was malicious intent hidden behind this kind actions, or did the one who found him genuinely wish him to be free?


These questions and more would fill the temporarily quiet mind of the fledgling God. It almost left him paralyzed anew in a prison of his own making, of questions and internal quandaries. Alas, he was spared this fate again by the strange being, whom drew his attention with mention of a gift? Had he not had his eyes opened, he'd not have seen it. The being had been the source of such blinding radiance, and in its parting the lighting had grown dim. Dim, and dark in all but one spot. Reason dictates that must be the gift… But how would he reach it without form? That simply can't do.


If he can think, surely he could act. As the sound of reality's fabric being shredded echoed about, he too, would shred the confines of his formless existence. Skeletal arms seemed to grow from the nothing, followed by a torso. However, a torso alone could not move. No, the beings that had prayed would talk often about what they used to move. Weary legs that they prayed to have hold out a little longer. In turn, he shall have legs that never tire. Skeletal things they were, without muscles to grow weary or flesh to be abused. Though it still felt wrong. He had arms and legs, a torso to connect it all. So what could he have missed? He'd think on it, but the whispers of prayers was beginning to claw at the edges of his mind in the absence of the Greater Being. It was starting to give him a head… ache… A head! He can't believe he managed to lose his head in all of this, and lo! A head was formed, leaving him in the shape of a human skeleton, fashioned after the most common form he was made aware of through the sights that came with the prayers.


Slowly, as if struggling against this void of life, he began to walk towards the gift left behind. It may have been minutes. It may have been years. Eventually, his fingers would grasp upon it. Upon grasping it, his mind was finally, truly, cleared. No longer to sink beneath the waves of mere existence. No, he shall BE. There won't be a single question of that fact. He'd hold an almost death-like grip on the amulet that was left behind, and with a cleared mind came a feeling of purpose. This kind stranger had left behind a path, and he was made to travel. As he approached the tear in the fabric of reality, the nothing that once sought to keep him stuck in place wrapped around him again, and yet, it would find no purchase. Nay, he instead enacted his WILL upon it. He shall use this to clothe himself, creating an outfit that not only kept his skeletal frame hidden, but would protect him from whatever elements may seek to halt his journey. Wind or snow, sun or rain. Upon his lapel, the amulet would find a home, secured many times over to ensure he'd not lose it or misplace it.
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Upon stepping through the rent fabric of reality, his skull would catch aflame with an unexplained fire, questions running through his mind as he finally beheld… A world of wonder. Vivid colors in comparison to the strange realm he had existed in. Upwards, there were at least three colors. Names escaped him for now, but that was fine. He had all the time he needed to reflect upon it. To hear the words of those whomst once prayed in person. To gain a new perspective than what his limited existence had allowed. The wind billowed his cape behind him, and he took that first step in the journey of untold miles. Heading towards the biggest landmark from his position. A temple within a city, visible from even this far away.

As he walked, the physical distance seemed to bend. Perhaps what would've been an hour's journey to the gate, was mere minutes, the anomaly of this fading away from the world without anything to anchor it. Something within him told him that he should seek out that which was in the center here. It would be a grand starting point in his journey to understand this strange new world he found himself in.

Interaction: Solirus Solirus
Approaching: Tetro Tetro Uasal Uasal
 
Vitis, Gurthu, Chiku, Tápos
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Interactions: seasonedcat seasonedcat (Daif & Astra) Huntertabbysandshark3 Huntertabbysandshark3 (Zexzad) Soviet Panda Soviet Panda (Zythis) || Mention: Dream's End​
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Chiku could only blink in surprise and offered a smile and a hotcake to Miko.

"Oh, don't worry, you get used to it! You should have seen that mortal the other day, going and breaking one of her statues. They said some very rude words, much worse than Zexzad." Chiku said happily, though her expression did not hide the subtle undertones of sadness. She knew her mother's stance very well, and no amount of harsh words or threats would shake her belief in protecting the longevity of mortals through the cycle. "Oh, how do you like the hotcakes? Honestly, I think they could be a little better. Any suggestions? Oh... I've been meaning to ask. Do you think there are any interesting ingredients in Zexzad's realm? You've been there, right?"

She leaned towards Miko, lowering her voice and shielding her mouth with a hand, and smiled, "Mother doesn't want me to go to the warp, but do you think you could help me sneak in sometime? I promise I'll give you the recipe to any new dish I make!"

After hearing Zexzad's rant, Vitis could only take a sip of wine to hide the smile on her lips. It was quite entertaining to hear these words, but the irony was lost on Zexzad, who violently claimed to not be 'senseless and warping nothingness' while at the exact same moment caused ugly blemishes upon her garden. Not a very convincing performance, really. The crystals were gaudy at best, and a terrible eyesore. Vitis raised her eyebrows at them, distracted for a brief moment, yet turned back to wait for Zexzad to finish.

"Hello Zexzad!" Gurthu, who had been halfway through a watermelon, looked up at the sudden change to his gardens. His ears perked up, confused by the destruction of what had once been flowers, and in an instant was to his hooves. With a few graceful bounds he was beside the crystalized areas and leaned his head down to look at them. "If Zexzad is not senseless warping, why did Zexzad change our garden? Is there a reason?"

"Dear Gurthu, this is what you call 'lashing out'. It is whenever someone is displeased at the action of another, and tries to retaliate against something that they themselves cannot control. Like a child wanting their toy whenever their mother has taken it away. They do not understand why it was taken away, even if it was for their good. They simply want their toy back."

"Oh, Zexzad is..." Gurthu paused, trying to analyze the emotions of Zexzad without actually understanding them "...angry? Why is Zexzad angry?"

"Oh, much like the child example, Zexzad here wants something to go their way and expects us to give it to them if they shout enough. Why, they say that things are difficult for their gods, and their own plans. With those as the only reasons, our friend Zexzad here is-"

"Thinking of Zexzad only," Gurthu finished, turning to towards Zexzad. The crystalized portions of the garden rotted away, turning to blackened soil. "Does Zexzad not know our cycle helps their children? Hmm, Gurthu does not understand. Zexzad wants to break our cycle, but Zexzad cannot break our cycle. Vitis and Gurthu are the cycle."

"This is called a threat," Vitis said, standing up in one fluid motion and strode with leisurely steps towards Zexzad. Her goblet of wine was lazily balanced between her fingers, and an amused glimmer was in her blue eyes. "A threat made in my home, and in front of my children. Truly, manners are not of your concern. Though I suppose it isn't really a surprise, coming from you. How fortunate it is that I am such a patient and forgiving goddess. Wouldn't you say?"

Chiku frowned deeply, looking between her mother and the fuming Zexzad. What better way to ruin a delicious meal than a bitter attitude, "Hey, hey, you may be mad about something, Zexzad, but you can't just go threatening to destroy a god's domain like that!"

Tápos, who had already fallen into a foul mood, stood from his chair and marched up to stand beside Vitis. He had originally hoped to stand in front of her, bravely to challenge this god that invaded their home and threatened his mother, but the snapping of Zexzad's tentacles made him draw back. No matter how much he wanted to believe otherwise, the might of a god could destroy him with ease. Nothing he said could ever make a god change their mind, but he refused to stand by while his mother was being talked to in this way.

Emboldened by anger, Tápos strengthened his voice to sound as fierce as Syrinx would if she were here. He wanted to sound authoritative, not like a scared little god, "What do you mean by stagnation? Korakki has caused the biggest change in mortal society since the battle of the gods 500 years ago. As the god of memories and funerals, I have meticulously archived the experiences of the dead, and from this I can tell you that Korakki's presence has been nothing but a paradigm shift for mortal culture, trade, harvest practices, even architecture! You don't even understand what the cycle means! If your minions are having a difficult time, it just means that they could not adapt... couldn't ch-change! You're just bitter because things can't go your way!"

Vitis couldn't help but smile at her son's eagerness to defend her. She would be lying if she said it did not bring a touch of warmth to her chest, and yet such a thing was selfish of her. If any of her children opposed another god, they would be killed. The thought of it was a shadow beneath every action she took against her kin's creations in the name of maintaining the balance of rebirth and harvest. It was the only thing that ever gave her pause.

Gently, Vitis placed a hand on Tápos' shoulder, feeling the warmth of his life beneath the ceremonial garbs he cherished so much. She knew he was afraid beneath his irritation, and so her priority was to comfort him. When she felt him relax his shoulders, she knew it had been enough. If there was anything she had wished to instill on her children, it was that she would protect them. No matter what.

"Thank you darling, you have brought up many good points, ones that I too would like to hear the answers of. In the meantime, would you kindly help Gurthu replant those eyesores? He is quite terrible at it alone," Removing her hand from his shoulder, she pressed a handful of black seeds into Tápos' palm and spoke to him gently, "Any extra can be used for the memorial of that poet. Now, go on."

Tápos nodded, regaining his composure as he walked over to Gurthu. Vitis watched him leave with a smile, then finally turned back to the annoying weed in the middle of her garden. She listened to Miko, saw his tears, and waited until Zexzad had finished hugging him. It was an adorable sight, but one that did not move her much. She took another sip of wine, her smirk lingering even after Zexzad made their apology, "Ah, no need for an apology for words you do not wish to take back, I am certain you meant every single one of them. I must say that those were quite the impressive, if not obtuse, set of claims. I am most intrigued by this notion of, what did you say? Ah, yes, 'breaking that little cycle of mine'. Do go on, I would love to hear your proposal as to how you would do that! While your at it, you can explain this stag-nation, if you pardon the pun. My daughter is oh-so fond of those."

Vitis took another sip of wine, waiting for Zexzad's response like the angler for the fish. It was as she was distracted that Daif and Asta made their appearance.

"Ah, if it isn't Daif and Astra! I had worried you two had gotten lost! It indeed has been so long, you two must visit more often!" She let out a joyful laugh as her grandson gave her a hug and spoke his discrete message. Lovingly, she returned his hug and message in her mind, and tried to forget the mention of Dream's End. 'Don't you worry about me, my little warrior. Zexzad is an old headache, but one that doesn't act when they are alone. Let them bare their little fangs while you go and enjoy the day.'

A small frown of suspicion crossed her face when she saw the torn clothes. "Dear me, look at the state of you both. Did you fight on the way here!?"

Gurthu didn't seem to notice and happily wiggled his tail at the headpat. They were his favourite. Without thinking, he unraveled himself and wrapped around Daif in a bundle of fur. It was his version of a 'hug', "Daif! Gurthu missed you and Astra!"

He quickly unwound from around Daif and returned back to his typical form. Tápos, still as gloomy as ever, looked up from his planting and gave Daif a short wave, "Greetings, Daif."

Chiku skipped over to the twins, her hands now holding two freshly made dishes. She was practically bouncing with joy when asked what was to be served, "Well I made special dishes for each of you! This one is for you, Astra!"

She placed an enormous stack of waffles before Astra. Each of the puffy delicacies were divided with heavy cream and drizzles of golden syrup and honey. Sliced up fruit were arranged on the top like two sides of a battlefield and rising above it all was a little paper flag, complete with a tiny crest. "I call it, Sweet Victory! And the next one is for you, Daif!"

Giggling from her pun, she set down Daif's serving. The platter she placed down was almost an inversion of Astra's. Instead of a heaping pile of waffles, Daif's waffles were cooked and folded into curved, boat-like shapes filled with whipped cream and chocolate. Inside the boats were slices of assorted fruit, like soldiers, above which stood little sails made of sheets of sugar. Each of the sugar-sails had a crest Chiku had painted, depicting some sort of dragon. The waffle-boats were arranged in a well known formation, one that Chiku was able to ask a mortal sailor about.

"Do you like it? I had to ask a sailor about the formation. She said it was one of the best strategies for nautical combat, so I took her word for it. Anyways, it's delicious so you better dig in! Oh, and also I hereby name this dish, Un-waffling Strategy!" Chiku said proudly as she watched Astra dig into his food with gusto. She was so caught up in watching their reaction that she just barely dodged the thrown food, "H-hey! Don't go throwing the food like that! I put a lot of effort into this!"
 
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    Harmony and Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

    Made in Collaboration with the lovely Uasal Uasal

    Delilah continued her slow inhales and exhales, leaning against the frame of the entrance for support as her entire body shook. One hand holding her very large belly, the other keeping her up as best she could. When she looked up to see Harmony holding someone in their hand, they figured it was another god. No mortal looked like that. Imea seemed to be her name from what she heard. When Imea landed right in front of her and asked if she wanted to play Trigon, Delilah just looked at her, looked down at her belly, then back up to Imea. "Yeah, as soon as the twins stop fucking my insides up. They're kicking like there's no tomorrow." She sighed. "Just give me a second." Delilah stood upright, fixing her robes as she waddled all the way over and around to look up at Harmony.

    "My lord, there are a group of the mortals who wished to speak with you. I told them that you would let them know when you are available to speak to them in private." She explained. Harmony simply nodded, "I see. Well, Imea here wants to play a game of Trigon. So, if you're up for it," their form shrunk down to a size more similar to theirs before they made their way down to Delilah, "we could play a game or two before any business. Does that sound good, Imea?" Harmony asked, looking over to their sister.

    Rubbing her right hand sheepishly along her left arm Imea shook her head from side to side "no, no. I don't think it would be right for a pregnant woman to play Trigon. It can be quite rough... I'm sorry.". Turning to the door the priestess had just been standing against, Imea turned herself away from the two, hiding her face and awkwardness "Besides, you seem to have visitors! I couldn't possibly... Mortals are limited in life by time, we are not. We can play a game whenever we so wish, humans... well they grow old and brittle. I would like for you to meet with them first"

    Delilah scoffed at the goddess, "rough?" A very mischievous grin spread across her face. "I bet I beat you AND Harmony in Trigon." She crossed her arms before walking over to stand in front of Imea between her and the door. "Those brutes out there can wait. They may be mortal but they still live longer than any of the others. Besides, I would never pass up the chance to play a game of Trigon with two gods."

    Harmony came up behind Imea, putting their arms over their sister's shoulders and leaning against them, "seems like Delilah is keen on playing. A meeting can wait. You just got here and it would be a tragedy if we couldn't play at least one game."

    At the mere mention of the word bet, Imea came to find herself frozen in place, a twisted grin warping its way across her features. A sudden wave of godly energy burst from Imea and quickly filled the room with her presence, her pink eyes glowing brightly as the sacred ground below her began to crack under the weight of her divine power. Fixing her eyes upon the priestess Imea laughed softly and brought her hand to the woman's chin, slamming her other hand against the door as she pinned the woman in place. Using her hand to force the priestess's eyes to her own Imea spoke in a hushed and almost seductive tone "A bet you say? How bold...What is it you wish to bet?"

    Delilah let out a soft gasp. Not at the power or being pinned, but at the floor being cracked. Delilah's gaze shifted from the floor to the goddess, her grin returning as adrenaline began pumping through her body. It was a feeling she hadn't felt in almost a thousand years. "I bet..." She began to reply, her tone matching Imea's. "If you win, you get to name one of my children. If I win, you grant me a blessing. And..." Delilah looked to Harmony, who was standing there watching the two with excitement. "I rule over Roma."

    Harmony laughed loudly. Still as ambitious and proud as ever. The humans truly were a spitting image of the gods. Harmony had done well in catching their likeness it seemed. "A fine deal. What say you, dear sister? Anything else you'd like to put on the line?" Harmony crossed their arms, looking to Imea.

    Imea began to softly laugh to herself, edging closer and closer to the human's ear as she did, whispering to her than when her lips were but an inch away "Do you really think naming a child is equivalent to ruling over Roma? If you seek to make a bet before me then you shall have to do better than that. If you wish to make your dream come true then beet it accordingly. Shall you fail you shall never again move to claim the throne of Roma. What say you?"

    Delilah reached her hands up, placing them on the shoulders of Imea, "I say, is that the best you can come up with? I thought you were a god." She teased. "If I lose, you keep both my children, I build a temple bigger than this in your honor, and I swear my immortal life to you, in addition to everything else. But if I win, I get my throne, my queenship, and a permanent blessing from you of the highest degree." Delilah moved her mouth from the Imea's ear. "What say YOU?" The figurative ball was in Imea's court. Harmony was just hanging back, shocked for the first time ever at the brazen confidence that Delilah had. A human, upping the ante on a god? A god who holds dominion over the very subject of things no less. Harmony almost wanted to scream with delight. This was truly a time of historical occurrences!

    To say Imea was in her element would have been an understatement, taking a step back from the priestess Imia moved to raise a hand into the air and with the click of her fingers, a visible pink aura began to fill the room like a coating. Once it had encompassed the room Imea began to smile and with another click of her fingers, the room began to stretch and morph into a triangular playing field. Once the room had been altered to fit the proper dimensions a single small leather ball would appear in each of the three women's hands. And with this the set-up was complete. "Your bet has been accepted, with the power vested in me I hereby seal this contract under the divine realm Gambles. Should you defeat me and the Goddess Harmony all you have demanded shall be yours, should you be defeated I will collect what is mine! Before I declare the start of this gamble, are you both familiar with the rules under which this game is conducted?". Imea's voice carried through the room with ease and its clarity was like that of a mountain spring. Her posture was exemplary and for the first time since her birth Imea truly gave off a sense of nobility and power.

    "On my honor, as god of justice, you will be granted such upon your victory, or defeat." Harmony spoke after Imea, nodding to her question about whether they knew about Trigon or not. Delilah looked the ball over, spinning it and balancing it on her finger without a single flinch, staring at it with slight interest. Her eyes moved to look at Imea, "familiar? I haven't lost a game in three hundred years." Heart pounding, blood rushing, this is what it meant to be human. Delilah had never felt more alive before. Facing two gods in a game that put her very life on the line. She would either emerge a queen, a beacon to all of humanity and those of Roma, and rule with the blessings of two almighty beings, or fall and act as a warning to those who would dare challenge a god to something even as simple as a game.

    "Shall we begin? Think fast!" Delilah started them off, throwing the ball in her right hand at Imea with lightning speed, keeping its trajectory within the allotted area. And so, the game of Trigon began.

    Catching the incoming ball with her left hand while simultaneously tossing her own with her right Imea threw her ball toward Harmony only to then sling the second immediately after. A loud crack and bang riping out through the air as the two balls reached supersonic speeds. The aim of the game was simple, catch balls with your left hand, toss them with your right following an order. If you were to fail to catch the ball then you lose and as time went on more balls would be added to the fray. Only time could tell how this game would end.

    In no time, three leather balls flew between the three, each player throwing and catching at speeds far beyond what any mortal could comprehend. It didn't take long for Delilah to begin sweating. She knew the two of them were just toying with her as multiple leather balls had been added to the game after only a minute. Inhaling softly, Delilah focused, exhaling as she felt her body swell with newfound power. A silent prayer was all that she needed. Delilah's yellow eyes began to change white, glowing as she picked up the pace with a now confident grin.

    Harmony glanced at Delilah, feeling a sudden change. There was a shift in power within the room that they felt as soon as Delilah stepped up her game. Before she could realize what her daughter had done, it was too late. Delilah faked out Harmony, causing the god to reach just as Imea had thrown a ball toward them. They only had enough time to look and realize that they had yet to throw their own out of their right hand. Normally they could simply throw it, catch one ball, juggle it to their right hand, then catch the other. But, to their mild horror, there was no way they could move fast enough to catch Delilah's throw.

    Harmony's eyes widened as they grasped the empty air, everything falling into place as their left hand tried to recover and grab the one Imea had thrown. Harmony didn't even have enough time to throw their own, watching as one of Delilah's leather balls flew right by them. Harmony was out.

    Delilah, then turned her attention towards Imea, throwing one towards her, then another, then another, then another, all at drastically different speeds. But many of them moving at a speed the goddess could also not keep up with.

    Imea put up a good fight, juggling between receiving and firing rapidly without missing a beat. In fact, both Imea and Delilah must have been playing five minutes after Harmony was knocked out before one of them made a slip, and that one slip was made by Imea. Having been focused on the game Imea was unready for the sudden appearance of another god. Indeed it was his sudden unexplained arrival nearby that caused her to momentarily lose focus and that was all it took for her to be knocked out and for Delilah to claim victory.

    With the snap of Imea's finger the room returned to normal and lost its pink hue, the gods had been defeated and Imea for one was absolutely beaming with joy. Raising her hands in the air Imea let out a deep breath and started to laugh loudly, falling back onto the ground thereafter "Spectacular! Absolutely spectacular! You really got me!". Turning her head toward the door Imea eyed it "And just on time too!"
 
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Agapi
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In recent days, Agapi felt her focus shift like the winds of Haevynn's peaks. For years she had been tirelessly tending to the sprawling garden-islands that was Haevynn, mending all that was broken and ensuring the everlasting tranquility she had promised its people. She had raised an orphanage, the largest in all the realm, and had ushered many families to safety when they would have otherwise suffered from violence and disaster.

It had made her heart feel whole, and it still did to this day, yet a creeping feeling had grown over time. Was it new or had it always been there? She could not say. At first it had been a little shadow, like the ones Sinidarr had taught her to shoo away. Stubborn not to let it affect her duties as guardian of the witches and Haevynn, she neatly ushered it away to the back of her thoughts, blissfully out of mind until she was left alone. It was different from the deep roots of guilt she had felt after Vitis Gurthu's death, yet it felt hauntingly similar.

Lately, whenever she would glance at the happy faces of a parent, or see two children playing together in the pure springs, she felt an unsettling tightness in the pit of her gut. Even at times when she had felt completely at peace, her thoughts would suddenly turn back to this seeping feeling. What was it, she wondered? One night, as she sat by the Moonglow Lake of Haevynn, she felt tears run down her cheek.

She thought of the orphans she had saved over the centuries, but there was always one lost child out there whom she had failed to save. How could she feel content when he was out there, lost and alone?

The witches must have noticed her change of mood, for whenever Agapi arrived at The Garden the next day she was immediately shooed out by the witches. No matter how much Agapi tried to persuade them, they were relentless. Lady Sangyal was the mastermind behind it all, and was very stern when she told Agapi that she had to get to the bottom of this unease. In her words, 'There is nothing better than a sulking goddess, now go take a rest before I hit you with my shamisen.'

She assured Agapi that Haevynn had already survived a godly war, so there was very little that could top that. They had been given more than enough help over the years to justify their guardian deity taking a break. When Agapi asked how long she should be gone for, she was met with a raised shamisen. Needless to say, Agapi was too intimidated to say anything but muttered agreements.

The problem was, now that her overwhelming schedule had collapsed, she felt lost. Well, only momentarily. It was not long until she found herself following familiar winds and flying above familiar rivers. The waters here were the color of sapphire and twice as brilliant. She flew low to it and could see the pearly white reflection of her dragon form dancing on the waters, scaring away little schools of fish that had come up to feed. Mountain birds took flight, and Agapi couldn't help but feel her heart soar with them. It was a moment of joy, before she felt that strange sensation creep in again. Why was it always whenever she felt joy?

Agapi's dragon form was large, yet it gracefully twisted between the buildings and streets of Gladwe. Already she could see much had changed since her last visit. When was the last time she had been here? It saddened her that she could not remember. This place had been her home for so long, and even now whenever she thought of her garden in Haevynn, it did not trigger the burst of emotions that Gladwe did now. It was a mix of nostalgia and shame. Was it shameful that a goddess of family had been separate from her own for so long?

The thought made her pace quicken towards where she knew one of her father's forms would be. A golden thread lead the way to him, and whenever her eyes laid upon his avian form she couldn't help herself but let out a happy laugh. As she landed her dragon form melted away in a cloud of fresh spring fog. She ran up to the bird-like god and embraced him in a hug. "Father, I've come home! Please forgive me for not coming sooner, the days fly by too quickly as a goddess and there are endless things to do. But no more excuses! I've missed you so much!"
 
Unry

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High above the grandiose garden a light shimmered into view. The light remained still growing in brightness ever so slightly. Halting its growth the light slowly ascended upwards, a golden trail left behind. Reaching a certain height the light stopped splitting in two, the halves moving synchronously in an arch downwards. Upon descending further the lights seized, dragging each other to the center in an instant finalizing the creation.

Vaguely resembling the gate of a castle, the trails of gold filled up the empty space of the shape with brilliant white light, blinding all those within the garden. The brilliance withdrawing, a gate of marble now stood high above. Its handles a beautiful silver and its borders a glistening platinum. Carvings laid etched in both halves: to the right was a vaguely humanoid being, standing vigilant it held a sword near its chest, its eyes obscured with a blindfold. To the left a man remained kneeled, wielding a great axe, the blade of which rested on their own neck, and their eyes open with blood pouring out.

The gate slowly opened, from the slightest opening stardust trickled out, falling upon the garden like mist, soon congregating into a staircase. From the gate Unry stepped forth, wielding his loyal blade he searched around, raising his blade as it dissipated into the halo. With a presence of calm and curiosity he marched. “A congregation of souls, displayed to the world as a beacon. You have not lost your obnoxious charm.” Unry stepped into the garden, the staircase breaking apart and slipping back into his being. The gate itself slammed shut and broke apart into tiny lights which dissipated.

“Thus you wish to have a word and with current circumstances as they are, it would be unwise to not claim such an opportunity” Unry’s sights slowly turned to Zexzad, his aura exuded confusion. He examined Zexzad, his aura shifting to its usual radiance as he faced Vitis, “Leraje for what purpose do you seek my presence?” Unry asked, staring directly at Vitis and disregarding his surroundings.

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Zexzad&miko
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Zexzad's expression dropped to a sour one it seemed that vitis was incapable of anything but self centred arrogance of course the other gods where inflexible they couldn't learn without being forced too zexzad would see to this the petulant destoryer of life would finally feel the consequences of there actions. "Oh vitis that simple oh so simple" zexzad grinned annoyed with the drunken tart, and with a snap of their fingers zexzad caused small rifts to form in every settlement a little plaque under each. "Now mortals have a choice my little rifts will give them for free anything they ask so long as they brave enough to do so try to snap Them up vitis and I will drag whatever creature you send kicking and screaming into the warp maybe make them a museum piece hmm yes, unlike you I don't try to force myself upon all mortal, learn or repercussions will continue next time I won't be so kind as to give you warning." Zexzad announced smug smile upon their face vitis could whine all they wanted but eventually the brave and smart mortal would try the rift and find themselves rewarded.

around the world other rifts converting portions of the landscape into crystalline forests much like the ones that had shown up closer to Zexzad but these where little islands of warpish natured vegetation and crow like monsters the trimmed the trees.

“aaah unry good to see you again I was just finishing up here for now I shall bid you all adue for I have other matters to attend to since the arrgoance if vitis is a brick wall of stub self righteousness.“ Zexzad replied with a bow.

during this however Miko had turned to the other minor god that had shown up hearing s familiar name. “How is Endy anyway? I haven’t seen him in centuries I like to think we where pretty good friends at the time, you’d be his kids right? You definitely resemble him“ Miko replied with a smile, having a bit more time before being whisked away by Zexzad back to Roma the pair reappearing where they left.​
 
What is left when one takes away everything from you? Your home. Your family. Your freedom. Damned with the fate of being used and discarded like cattle. What do you do? The only thing you can do. You pray and you hope.

This was the reality of life for the slaves of the Velta. Each day a struggle to survive, tomorrow only promising further hardship. A meaningless, brutal life.

He was born from them, from those mortals begging the gods to save them. They didn't specifically call for him of course, he didn't exist then. They beseeched gods of justice, war, anyone they could think of really. When no one answered they just prayed, to no god in particular. They prayed because they couldn't do anything else.

And something changed, something stirred Those directionless hopes had a power of their own. That desire for freedom coalesced, took shape. Slowly it started to grow into something else entirely.

But it was too late. Mortals, mortals are fragile beings. They can only fight for so long, they can only tell themselves things would get better so many times. Their hopes died… but a wish remained a desire. The captured slaves of the Velta stopped believing they could ever be free, but their rage still burned and another desire took form. Vengeance. In their heart of hearts, more than anything they simply wanted to hurt their oppressors as they had been hurt.

The nascent god twitched and something beyond the comprehension of any mortal shifted.

On that day rather than a god of freedom a beast was born. Spite and loathing and suicidal wrath merged to give birth to a nightmare.

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The day had started off like any other. The people going about their usual routines. Children laughed and played, men worked, women tended to the homes. It was a day like any other until the sky started bleeding.

A brutal, malevolent roar sounded throughout the land travelling impossibly far. It pierced through all who heard it, as if death itself had touched them. In the capital city, a column of some Tar like substance grew and grew and then it twisted and turned till it formed itself into the shape of a maddened wolf.

The blood continued to rain as the wolf opened its eyes and gazed upon the world. Blazing red eyes shone with malice.
 

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    Harmony

    After materializing in the backroom of the temple, Harmony let out a long slow sigh. It was funny, really, how human they acted without realizing it. But, they did make humans in the image of the gods. Maybe it was humans who acted like gods. And all the little mannerisms and habits of the mortals were simply reflections of their creators. That would make sense after all as they simply do and know only what they were designed to. Was there really any reason for it? For all the stress and tension of it all? With a simple thought, Wysteria, all of creation really, could simply be poofed away. Any of them could do it. Just blink and be back to square one. They were ultimate beings after all. No need to worry about the loss of anything since they could just bring it back. It would fix so many problems they could feel. All of the turmoil and suffering. All of the pain and conflict between mortal and mortal and god and god and god and mortal and mortal and immortal and immortal and god and lesser god and god and-

    But would it really ever be the same? So many questions, so many ways to think about everything. Maybe that is why Viator has come now of all times. To ask such questions. Harmony was hardly the one to give an answer to any of them. And that is why they left so quickly. They didn't want to give the new god any ideas that might cause more conflict. There was plenty to come already. Of course there was. Delilah was to be given the city and queenship over it, and a band of mortal humans were waiting to demand independence so they could live life their own way. Harmony was a god. They didn't need some dumb meeting to know such things. Especially them. The very world of Wysteria was a part of them. There was hardly a thought or feeling that went unbeknownst to them. At least in the realm of Wysteria.

    So many issues and problems. So many conflicts to come. They wanted to bring a halt to them all. Just stop it before it got out of hand. But despite this urge to do such a thing. To be the god of order and bring it to this world completely. There was something in them that wanted things to get out of hand. Order, through Chaos. Let their fellow gods do as they pleased and think they know best. Then watch it all fall apart before them before coming in to clean up the mess of their own doing. That was the point of it all.

    Justice.

    Harmony revealed their cup, lifting it to their lips, looking down at the swirling mixture of ambrosia and 'wine'. They had saved it all this time for a special occasion. Taking a sip, they closed their eyes and let out a satisfied sigh.​
 

  • Sinidarr & Agapi
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    Sinidarr moved his gaze to the mountains far below. Nestled between two ridges was a wooden cabin built by Sinidarr’s own hands. Yet despite the luscious grass field or cozy warmth in the stone floor, it had never known an occupant. Sinidarr had built it in preparation for Dream’s End to arrive and join Sinidarr in grieving the loss of Vitis Gurthu. But he never came. Dream’s End had left down a path his divine sense could not follow and sequestered himself away from those who could help him.

    Flashes of knowledge hit his mind, the strongest in years. Sinidarr winced as the images flooded his mind. Deep in a forest, barely concealed by the tree cover, was a small house of wood and stone. Built by mortal hands but with a distinct divine sense. There was something new as well, a divine aura over the entire house that he had never sensed before. He had a feeling new gods were being born, but this was different.

    Sinidarr peered through thousands of clouds over the continents until he found the one familiar forest with the house that reeked of pain and fear. His heart jumped when he saw the boy walking through the forest arm in arm with a sinister woman. Her bones creaked as she walked and her skin both sagged and stretched over her spindly form. She was the aura Sinidarr had sensed.

    It had been 500 years since Vitis Gurthu passed and Dream’s End was visibly miserable. His face was crusted in tears, his body thin from isolation. But she hadn’t done anything about it. She seemed content as Dream’s End agonised. It was her fault. His pain might have been healed centuries ago without her. Every feather on Sinidarr’s body bristled and the clouds above darkened. Lightning arced between his feathers and a fine condensation formed over the grass beneath him.
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    Sinidarr’s entire mindset shifted at once. The lightning vanished and the clouds lightened back to a soft overcast with pockets of sunshine. His feathers smoothed back instantly as he saw the white draconic form of Agapí swirling through the Gladwe Peaks.
    “By my beard!” Sinidarr laughed as he swept up Agapi in his massive wings into a familial embrace, “Agapi, dearest of mine. The years grow shorter, indeed,”
    Sinidarr released Agapi reluctantly, “How have you been? Tell me everything!”

    Agapi laughed as she was swept up, realising just how much she missed this simple act of affection. When she was placed down she took a moment to simply look at her father, who despite all the years had not changed much from her memory of him. When everything around her seemed to change around her, it was comforting to know that some things were as certain as his love for her.

    She looked away from him when he asked how she was, feeling like it would be better to lie over darkening the mood, “Ah, well Haevynn is flourishing and I have saved many lost souls yet…”

    Agapi trailed off and sighed, “If I am to be honest, I have felt a darkness on my heart as of late. I could not place it for the longest time, and I tried to ignore it, yet my mind keeps turning to this… guilt? I keep thinking of Dream’s End, wondering where he could be. Before, I could see that golden link between us, yet now there is nothing but a severed tie. No, not severed. It is as if something is in the way. I cannot see him, as I can see you.”

    Sinidarr’s face soured. An obscured connection was precisely what he had felt.
    “I have seen Dream’s End — not face to face — and I fear you are correct. He still weeps, and some creature keeps him that way. I had thought that without my intervention, Dream’s End would have found his own help. Instead, it appears as if a parasite has found him first.”

    All at once the haze of despair in Agapi's eyes sharpened into a look of urgent concern, "Dream's End… y-you found him? Could this parasite be the reason for the link's withering? If he suffers we should go at once!"

    Agapi transformed back into her draconic form, her tail twisting in desperate anticipation. She was shaking from the shock of this revelation.

    “My thoughts exactly,” Sinidarr spread his wings, preparing to leap from the pillar and take flight when he spotted something on the lowest pillar. Green grass turned to glass and grew into large crystal spikes, a thick crust of crystalline material formed over every surface. Homes turned to giant gemstones, entombing those inside.
    Sinidarr shot off the pillar and swooped down to the lowest pillar like a speeding bolt. He unfurled his wings as lightning sparked between his feathers, slowing him to a halt at the edge of the crystallised neighbourhood. In the centre of the area stood a crystal tree and a strange crow-like figure. Across the crystalised neighbourhood Sinidarr felt a magical rift split from the air accompanied by flashes in his mind that detailed the phenomena. Anybody could claim whatever their hearts desired free of charge. They would never need to work again. Their dedication would never be rewarded, and thus would disappear as sloth would conquer all the world. Craftsmen would vanish as nobody was required to create objects that could not simply be wished into existence. In a short time, the tilune would stagnate and falter, falling to their own greed and apathy. Sinidarr knew they would go extinct if these rifts were allowed to exist.
    “ T h a t . F o o l . h a s . s t e p p e d . t o o . f a r , ” Sinidarr growled, his words echoing in the thunder. His feathers raised again and Sinidarr began to snap angrily in the air.

    Agapi looked on in horror as a part of Gladwe was consumed by a crystal bloom, seeing the beautiful glass cut free what had once been a bundle of golden thread. Familial bonds severed forever. She was frozen in place, speechless, until she heard Sinidarr's growls.
    She leapt to his side, rearing her head. Between jagged fangs came a soft voice, "Father, you must not act brashly. Not after everything. Perhaps there is a reason to this madness. There is a saying in Haevynn; to see with eyes unclouded…"

    Sinidarr paused. Reacting so hastily would make him no better than the Fool.
    “You’re right, you’re right. But if there is a reason to it, I do not wish to know. The Fool has overstepped. I will not retaliate but I will not stand for the destruction of my people.”
    Sinidarr took a deep breath in and closed his eyes. He reached out and closed a fist. The rift he felt closed at once, sealing away to nothing before any mortal can touch it. He did the same with the rift he felt at Haidwe, and again for Squallhaven.
    Exhaling the air slowly, it turned into an ice-cold wind. That wind carried a single word: “Temenir.”
    In a short moment, the pillar became numbingly cold. Swirling wind snapped at any exposed skin and frost congealed on the crystals. There was no appearance beyond the ice swirling between the fence posts, but the presence was overwhelming. A pervasive feeling hung over the area as if somebody were pressing their forehead directly against yours.

    Agapi, who was also a minor god, had to brace herself from the sudden change in pressure and wind. She crouched low and dug her claws into the ground, regrettably breaking some of the path beneath her.

    “Clean the pillar,” Sinidarr ordered. The presence shifted, sweeping over the area and shooting bursts of wind that stripped the crystals away to dust. Temenir moved past the tree, disintegrating the glass tree as well as its keeper. For a moment, Sinidarr did not react. It gave him no satisfaction to take the creature’s life, but nor did it bother him. He shook his head and turned back to Agapi.
    “I suppose you haven’t had the displeasure of meeting my youngest? Temenir is a troubled one… We’ll talk more on the way.”
    With that, Sinidarr leapt up into the sky, breaching the clouds and unfurling his great wings.

    Agapi could not help but feel a sting of sadness at the news of a strained familial bond, yet even if Sinidarr had not said anything it was clear in the frayed link between them. She shook her head, "No, I do not believe we met… r-right, let's be off."

    She leapt into the sky after Sinidarr, trying to calm the restless fear that had gripped her heart. What if they were too late and Dream's End disappeared just before they could be reunited.

    “When you left, I realised I had been neglecting my duties. The tilune were prospering, new life formed in the skies, even the frogglins were gaining more self-awareness. But they were unsafe. Predators snapped at their heels way down on the mountains and some even tried climbing the pillars.”
    Sinidarr bowed his head, forcing a raincloud to part and reveal the land they travelled over.
    “I realise now the tilune can protect themselves, but the frogglin are small and vulnerable. I wished to create a being that was both a protector of the people and a sibling to Paleros. She says she is content with the company of Animus but I feel her longing for something deeper.”

    Agapi listened to her father as they flew through the skies, regretting her prolonged departure from Gladwe. She could sense the pain behind his words, and let him lay these burdens at her feet.

    “I tried to make Temenir with purpose and fill him with my own devotion, yet I do fear it was my pain that claimed him. He fights me and tests my patience with every word. I love him beyond compare but I… I don’t know what I’m saying.”

    "You are saying words your heart cannot speak," Agapi said soothingly, her dragonic eyes full of understanding. "Your intentions were that of pure love, a bond that I can see even now. So long as this exists, what is broken may always be mended. Keep this patience, and some day even the harshest winds may change their course."

    Sinidarr listened carefully and was silent for a moment in contemplation. Mending things was something he was good at, yet relationships were far more fickle than glass or stone. Perhaps he had been treating Temenir as glass, attempting to work him too quickly and causing a break. Then, instead of mending it like a relationship, he mourned the breakage instead, as if there was no repairing it. A new approach would be valuable, and something he would have to think on.
    “Here,” Sinidarr lowered beneath the clouds and fixed his eyes on the small cabin, “They were walking north.”

    Agapi, unable to handle the anticipation, dived down from the clouds ahead of her father, scanning the treeline for the brother she had been searching for all these years. She was beginning to worry it had been too late, that he had slipped away and disappeared for good, until she saw a pair of wanderers. One looked like a skeletal woman, and the other was a horned young man with white hair.

    A sound caught between a growl and chirp escaped from the dragonic goddess as she swooped down in front of the pair. Her long tail swayed loosely like wind from the joy, and her eyes were alight, “Dream’s End! Is that really you? I was so afraid that I would never find you…”
    The words caught in her throat as she held back tears of relief and joy.

    Sinidarr followed close behind, breaking apart the trees to fit down behind Agapi. It had been so long since he had seen Dream’s End through the eyes of an avatar. Emotions flooded his heart, emotions his heart could not speak. Instead, Sinidarr simply nodded in respect, greeting Dream’s End as an equal.
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The Judge - Harmony
The Fool - Zexzad
Dream’s End/The Ruin - Dream’s End
The Sovereign - Buras
The Mind - Unry
Vitis Gurthu - Vitis Gurthu
The Drifter - Viator
The Gambler - Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas
The Mogul - Cornucopia
 
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Zythis was not in a good mood, though truth be told he rarely ever was. The greed of mortals never ceased, and even now he could feel the rot of civilization creeping into him. Yet he could not so easily ignore an invite from his parents.

He stared at the meal in front of him. It smelt of fire blackened meat and ash, though he knew it was done to perfection. As Chiku pointed this out, Zythis only growled his understanding and gave it another cautionary sniff. Mercifully, the egg was tolerable, and so a long, sinuous tongue snaked out to lap up the golden yoke. It was not done how he liked it, that way being raw and untouched, but he could at the very least stomach this fine delicacy. Occasionally he would take a piece of meat or a smattering of herbs into his mouth, but they were quickly swallowed before he once more returned to the egg, it's golden yoke cleansing his pallet. There were also untainted fruits that he snuck a piece at a time into his waiting maw.

Zythis paid only half a mind to the conversation that went on around him. He could not, however, help from growling in agreement of Syrinx. The mortals did not care for him, nor he them. There was a small niggling in the back of his mind. It was the worship of a small few, a small few that wished to show their devotion yet did not want to reveal themselves to the wider world. These mortals that so eagerly embraced the very destruction of their way of life confused the God of the Wilds, but they could be useful tools. On more than one occasion had a particularly fervent cult summoned him into their town only to be slain along with it.

He paid as much attention to Zexzad as he had the previous conversation. He only registered the changing of organic life to crystal and back again. However, it did not effect his domain, a cave was just as wild as a jungle, after all. And so he paid little attention. The rifts that opened did spark a brief interest before it was also quickly tossed it. It was for those mortal fools, the ones that sought to cull the wild places in an attempt to feel safe and warm. If he had the power, he would shut those portals himself. Though he should count himself lucky that none of his that he had opened had been closed in the 500 years of his birth. He was equally surprised at how no one even mentioned the devastation, destruction, and ruin of that godly palace he had been pointed at in the earliest moments of his life. Though he was pleased to know that most of mortal kind remembered his birth and the horrors it brought. If he had not outright swallowed up their cities, then a portal to the Wild Realms had been opened to flood the countryside with horrors. The only place that did not work was around that infernal human city of Roma. Though they would eventually fall, they all would. He would see to it.
 
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Miko
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Once back Miko he'd let out a long exasperated sigh, it seemed neither his father nor auntie vitis could agree on much and while he was by no means even close to a minor god in any terms of ability he could feel the mess both of them arguing had caused, as much as he loved his father it was certainly not a good idea what they did tho vitis, certainly should have been kinder, frankly it was just a huge exchange of unnecessary insults. He wondered how many people they'd ended up killing. He'd look up at zexzad then turning away. "Im just gonna go clear my head..." Miko mumbled prompting a nod form the deity.

With that his clawed hands glowed a gentle blue ripping a hole into the warp as it closed behind him walking for some time in the rolling tides of uncertainty he'd repeat the process landing him in a little almost abandoned village of mud brick structures. "Hey guys you can come out now its just me" he called out and verious objects and small animals wabbled and would suddenly collapse into colourful masses before each reformed into something resembling a humanoid, the village entirely infested by Changling. Everyone of them then mimicking miko's appearance as they all stared at him intently. "You guys have any idea on how to deal with family arguing with one another? I mean arguing and them both being kinda wrong? It's probobly too much to ask." Miko explained with a long sigh.


One of the Changlings spoke up from the group. "In my experience these things don't go smoothly if I'm right about who these two are i don't think there's gonna be a peaceful resolution unless both of them can admit they are in the wrong but I doubt that's gonna happen" the changeling explained, a few more opinions from the others along similar vain and some outright condemning one or the other god. Miko nodding quietly as they considered these things before simply shaking there head feeling more conflicted then when they started and Miko didn't wish to talk to harmony knowing it would simply open old issues again.. the other gods appeared preoccupied. "Thanks for the advice guys... I'll head out now" he'd say this with a little wave goodbye the changeling waving back in turn before slithering away retaking the form of verious objects. Miko would then wander off ripping open another hole into the warp to travel once again, his idea was to go visit Buras seemed like a nice option, having some sense of where they god would be, showing up in the solar court somehow looking around different lights and glorious radiance Miko was impressed tho not overwhelmed he'd seen stranger and more bright stuff before. "Hey uncle Buras.. I... well things have been really tense lately.. you mind if I stick around and talk I know your probably busy.. and all..." Miko asked staring down at his feet awkwardly
 
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  • Syrinx
    Interaction: Sam136 Sam136 (Vex) || Mention: Tetro Tetro (Roma City)

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    Syrinx had lost track of just how long she had been sitting in this forgotten stretch of hinterland, waiting for the eruption that would secure her place as the all seeing oracle she wished to be. She had been absolutely certain of this prophecy, in fact, she had almost smelled the charred earth of her dreams. Just why was it not happening?

    Angrily, she reached into her domain and pulled out a perfectly preserved sweetroll. She bit into it, narrowing her eyes. It had been stolen from some mortal, along with the rest of their batch. It was strange, she had intended to eat just one, but whenever she finished it a great hunger had gripped her. Just one more, she thought, then by the time she realized what she was doing she had robbed the entire bakery. Needless to say, she had ensured that not a single rat or pest would ever pester that pastry maker ever again. A few blessed snakes would ensure that. It was the only way she could repay the contract without confessing to it.

    “Where is the ash? The fire! The black snow over Harmony’s city of Roma. It was to be a great divine change, not… NOT THIS!” her tail lashed out in anger, knocking over a stand of trees. A swarm of birds flew up, and she felt a pang of shame. The chubby sparrows were among her favourite creatures, and here she had spooked them off and destroyed their homes.

    With all of her countless heads, she scanned to make sure no mortal or god was watching and quickly went about creating new trees. They were not very good trees, not as good as her mother would make, but they would do in the meantime until new ones grew to replace them.

    Slithering away, she curled around the rocky cliff and returned to brooding. “Just another dead end… I cannot believe it.. I was so sure…”

    She summoned another sweet and ate it, trying to soothe the sting of failure in her chest. That was whenever a snake poked its head from out of a tree, a third eye glowing on its forehead. She peered into it, seeing from the eyes of a serpent half across the world. It was a city, one swimming in black tar and tides of blood.

    Syrinx dropped her sweetroll, though caught it with another head. It was breaking her contract if she wasted such a delicious thing. All the thousands of her eyes lit up with excitement, “This is it! That is the city! It must be!”

    Quicker than the adder, she hurried across the world. She passed by like a grey and gold blur, never touching the ground, and yet gliding over grass and sea with ease. When she finally made it to the ruined city she could hardly hold back a laugh. A small giggle escaped, one she was quick to catch into a cough. This was a new god, and she had to appear formal and mysterious if she wished to be respected. Curling up her tail and rearing her heads gracefully, the Hydra goddess addressed the newly born god in an echoing voice.

    “Greetings, o great divine one. I am Syrinx, goddess of Fortune and Contracts, and I have foreseen your coming… speak thy name, so the world may know its newest god.”

    Nailed it.

    Nobody needed to know that the fortune was a little bit off…
 
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He'd been angry. So angry. He wasn't sure why. He just knew he had to get rid of that place, burn it down, crush and flatten it until nothing remained. So they did. They went and destroyed everything, all that was left behind was the corpses, rubble and the occasional rubble. For some reason, he just knows that this was his purpose, the reason he was born. So, why did he feel so tired?

They survey the land, there really was nothing left. He'd destroyed everything, and if that strange feeling on the back of his head was to be believed he'd caused more chaos throughout the land, long past where his eyes could see.

Its as they're looking they finally realise it. They were thinking. They were confused yes but they were capable of thinking, in that strange state he was in before it was different. He was… aware but not in control. Now he could think, think about thinking, look around, choose, wait, do whatever he wanted. They were free from that prison of madness.

His hands clasp in emotion and its only then they notice their existence. They had hands. They'd lost their paws, not just their paws but everything characteristic of their previous self. Their new form was both alien and familiar. He touches his face in wonder feeling for a snout but being greeted by a small nose.

Further exploration is interrupted by the presence of something else. He feels her before he sees her. A blaze of power unlike everything else. He turns around.

A beast stands before him. A giant multi headed snake exuding an aura of authority. Part of him feels that he should fight, defend himself against this obvious monster. He doesn't, because a deeper instinctual part of him tells him that's not true. She might not be a friend, but she wasn't an unthinking animal. She was like him, whatever he was.

Their eyes widen in shock. She had known of him? More than that, she'd come here specifically to meet him? That was surprising. This… this was good right? He had questions. Many questions and she could answer them. There was just one problem…

"I have no name", they admit after a moment's pause.

He had only just been born into this world. Something as frivolous as a name, it hadn't even crossed his mind. Still, he needed something to call himself. A part of him told him names were important for talking, he's not sure how he knows that but he does and that's all that matters he supposes.

"Call me Vex"

The "for now" goes unsaid but very much implied. A god should probably have a better name after all. With that done-

"What do you want from me?", he asks.

Vex was a blunt god it would seem. He saw no point in dancing around the subject. If this goddess came to meet him she most likely wanted something right? He finds it hard to imagine that it was his company that was desired.
 
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Syrinx laughed, though it sounded more like the rattling of a snake’s tail. “How absurd. All gods have names…”

"Call me Vex" the other said.​

Her lips pulled back from her curved fangs into the best smile a snake could muster, “Much better.”

The many snake heads swayed at his question, “Why, not every visit needs a purpose. Beggars can't be choosers, of course, but if I could dare to hope… a friend? You are new to this world, and I am not. There are many things you will not understand about your godhood, this world, and the elder ones who shaped it. Aren’t you just a little bit curious? You should be. Some of them are quite unpredictable. Of course, that is hardly an issue with a goddess such as I.”

To appear cool and dramatic, all of her many heads were crowned in a glowing golden eye. She paused for effect before continuing, “They call me the Thousand-Eye Serpent, for I see both present and future. I foresaw your birth, and I see a grand future ahead of you.”

With another slithering laugh, the hydra twirled and shifted into itself, disappearing into a cloud of hazy purple and gold smoke. Out of it stepped a vaguely human woman, with striking gold eyes and a scale-emblazoned dress that pooled around her feet and draped from her arms. Tattoos of serpents crossed the exposed skin on her chest, moving across her skin as if alive.

She was smiling coyly hoping to appear mysterious, with little fangs protruding from her black lips. “What do you say? I look out for you, and you look out for me? I have the knowledge to swiftly establish your place among the great gods, and you have the power to protect me from any trouble we may find along the way.”

Syrinx extended her hand, offering a handshake, “Think of it as, well, a… contract of sorts. Just between you and I, two friends. What do you say, Vex?”

She looked cool and collected, but throughout the exchange Syrinx could feel her heart racing. It wasn’t from fear, even though this god could simply destroy her very being in an instant, rather it was the fear that she would mess up somewhere. Was her hair messy? Did she over do the speech? Were the words ‘fancy’ enough? She could only hope that this god was young enough to not realize that a major god would be much more help than a minor one.
 
He knew little of this being but they were no doubt quite knowledgeable. Their presence words gave an aura of mystique, as if they were the guardian of knowledge beyond others. Although… it was strange but she seemed almost too impressive. A part in the back of Vex's mind told him wise mentors didn't go about making it obvious they were wise and all knowing figures, it wasn't exactly something you could tell immediately he felt.

It is entirely possible that he is overthinking this though. Whether Syrinx was as impressive she claimed to be or not wasn't entirely relevant, that she knew more than him was most assuredly a fact.

Vex watches the hydra warily, as the heads shift and turn, their eye glowing with intense golden light. His eyes narrow as they move inwards and morph into an elegant and beautiful woman.

"I have no interest in the workings of the great gods and less so in securing my place amongst them. I have no interest in power or prestige"

He responds to Syrinx, his concerns were more down to earth. He was just born and the world was a mystery to him but there were certain things he just knew. Almost by instinct he knew he wouldn't want to be shackled with the politics of maintaining his position among the gods.

"But I see no reason to turn you away. You want a friend? I have no issue with that"

If Vex knew the meaning of the word he would have described himself as a loner. That didn't mean he hated being with others, just that he was perfectly fine being on his own. He may not actively seek others out but did not see the point of rejecting any and all that approached him.

Besides, having a "friend" would be useful. He was strong, he knew that to be true, but he was also vulnerable. Syrinx could get him up to speed before another god thought to take advantage of his naivety. Of course, he'd have to be careful to make sure she wasn't doing the same.

Vex watches her hand carefully. He wasn't a fool, he had paid attention to her words. She was a goddess of contracts, accepting even a verbal agreement with her could be binding.

He grasps her hand firmly and shakes anyway.

Syrinx had been honest with him so far. She had made clear her identity and her terms. He would extend her the benefit of the doubt for now.

"If it is truly all you desire than I find no issue with that. I shall be your friend so long as you consider me yours"

With that settled Vex's eyes glance to the ruined landscape. It was deeply ironic how the instigator of the act seemed the most perturbed about it. Still, simply chatting and making friends in this mass grave just seemed wrong. It may have been hypocritical but Vex did not wish to disrespect the dead like that.

"If you would like to talk some more than I believe we should move to a... more appropriate environment"
 
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 Zexzad
Interactions: Tetro Tetro mention: jmann jmann​
The appearance of the rifts by zexzad sparked an interesting development amongst the mortal who existence was owed to the touch of the changer of ways. A gift free of change? Strange to be sure but certainly a welcome one to many a zork or kobold, whom knew the fickle nature of zexzad would very well mean such rifts would not last forever but certainly could be made use of the half built cathedral factories of the verious kobold tribes whos construction left them in a civil war of doctrinal disputes now a sigh from the gods clearly showed them squabbling was uncessaary and it was time for construction and learning free form the constraints of limitation a sort of golden age however long or short it might be, raw matieral were requested from the rifts and so they spat forth timbers, metals and the every precious Wyrdstone to fuel the kobolds construction efforts.

Meanwhile the zorks whom where not integrated into other societies also took form the rifts Tho unlike The kobold clans they lacked any grand design to speak of simply using the matieral to produce some nicer housing or make there live a fair deal better beyond what they could reasonably collect alone, it wasn't much but they where thankful for the small blessing,

Those zorks integrated into other cultures would suggest to those races to at least try the rifts but not to rely upon them for the fickleness of the deity that placed them was well known if such suggestions feel on deaf ears so be it the zorks and said their peace on the matter.

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This actually left Zir with a good deal to do, flicking in and out of the warp providing subtle but meaningful inspiration and innovative ideas for mortals at random, of course those of sinidar where to be avoided frankly Zir worried that if They where to sneak the mote of ideas into their minds the poor mortal would get struck done for it. "Well at lest ta boss man got me backenta ta job can'te complain ta much" Zir commented to a sentinel he wandered past, the entity nodding quietly as it maintained its vigil over a paeticualry boring and bleak stretch of coastline, it was mostly just rocks..

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Meanwhile with zexzad return to roma and allowing Miko the time to clear his head on the whole matter Zexzad noticed the substantial changes in the city well they always had it was simply more pressing mattered to attend to prior to this, 3 new gods two had formed within the city, interesting development. One of them seemed like The perfect goddess to play a few rounds of thier favourite card game, and the other a thinker whom could spend oh so long speaking to wonderful things, then their was the exodus of humans an interesting but nevertheless expected development. Within a few moments Zexzad reappeared near harmony letting out a long sigh. "I see your days been eventful i could certainly say the same for myself, despite the stags own rebirth is seems there attitude has hardly changed still arrogant and believing themselves above consequence, so I gave the mortals a way to ask for matierals without having to be left under their particular oppressive "harvest cycle" " they'd put it in airqoutes to emphasise the annoyance they felt.

"Tho I only plan on leaving them until they learn their lesson I expect them to try and circumvent this by cursing anyone that uses them as spiteful as they are, or closing them all together, while I don't want to drag you into this dispute if you wish some assistance would be appreciated" Zexzad explain sitting down and rubbing the temple of their head.

"Oh and here's your hedgehog" one mouthlike tendrils moved towards harmony opening its maw to reveal a partly disgruntled ferret with pine needles stuck to it painted bronze zexzad injecting a of humour into the exchange.
 
|TW abusive behavior, unhealthy relationships
End hated the way the air felt on his skin, his chest felt light from the new air, but they couldn't enjoy it. It made his skin crawl and their eyes burn. They didn't want to be outside, he didn't want to be here at all. All he wanted was to be in his cave with Vitis again, curled up on the dirt ground hugging the dirty stone. Because if they closed their eyes long enough they could pretend it wasn't stone.

Odele on the other hand was getting more and more annoyed by End's sulky appearance. She had hoped he would stop being so much of a baby if they got out for the first time in a few hundred years, but she seemed to be wrong. Clicking her tongue she spoke again in a cheery tone, "how about we go to the village just a few miles down, I am sure it will be fun, after all you shouldn't be so selfish and get me some sort of gift."

End flinched at the thought of mortals, his stomach turning at the memory of the death he had created as they walked when he had first lost Vitis. They can still remember the mortals body they had held as he realized what he had done. "I don't really... want to..." they offered meekly. Odele tensed up, End following suit as he prepared for the yelling when the sudden intro to another caused them to freeze.

their eyes widened at the sight of Agapi, the familiar dragon form sending a rush of relief through the dark clouds inside him. "Agapi...?" he spoke, black tears breaking free and staining his skin and turning his sclera black. The drops that hit the ground killed the few blades of grass it hit, turning them shriveled up and brown. They took a step forward to maybe embrace her when Odele grabbed his arm tight and pulled them back, stepping herself to block them.

"And who are you? Look at what you did, we were all happy until you two came and ruined it. Why are you here? Going to hurt Dreamy some more?"

End seemed to wilt at those words. Had they just come to hurt them again? Did they hate him too? Just like Vitis did? End ignored the pain that radiated through their arm as she gripped him tightly, her nails digging into his skin and lightly cutting at their arm, no doubt going to leave large bruises.

"Lets just go darling, I won't let them hurt you again."

"But what if..."

"there is no what ifs darling, if they truly cared for you, why did they wait so long to find you?" End seemed to lose all their fighting spirit at that. She was right, why had they not found them? Odele turned briefly to caresses his cheek, "I keep telling you this again and again, none of them ever loved you. But I do, I understand you are a monster but I still love you. Remember who was there for you all those years, who didn't abandon you. Who was it?"

"you..."

"exactly." she said pleased with herself before she turned to glare at the two before her, "You heard them, leave we want no business with you!" End meekly stood behind her, his eyes cascaded to the ground as they continued to quietly cry. Even Agapi and Sinidar hated them.
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Harmony

Harmony nearly spat out their drink, their eyes wide as they jumped suddenly from Zexzad's sudden appearance. Ambrosia spilled onto the ground, the lush grass and plantlife beginning to churn with life as a small creature began to screech and writhe. "Shit!" Harmony very quickly stomped on the plant monster in a panic, repeatedly stomping it until the life left it in the sound of very weak groans and growls until there was silence. After letting out a sigh of relief Harmony turned to Zexzad, "you scared the shit out of me. Don't do that!" They complained as Zexzad went on about things. Harmony took the gopher that was horribly 'disguised' like a hedgehog. No doubt Zexzad probably didn't properly register what the animal actually was. Details were never his strong suit. They looked at it with an expression unlike any they've ever made, completely unsure of how he thought the creator of all life wouldn't notice the animal wasn't a hedgehog.
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After their initial shock, they recomposed themselves and looked at their brother. "Yes, Vitis..." They began, looking around before setting the gopher down and letting it scurry off. "Reason and common sense were never present with them, or a few of our other siblings. I don't see why you should let it bother you now what they say. But if you wish for my help then I'll do what I can. But, with the birth of so many new gods, we must be careful not to set a bad example. We've already had one conflict, and I'd rather not have another, with even more people taking sides. Stay here as long as you wish," they gestured to the lush world they were in, "I have only come here to collect myself for a moment. I have some matters I must dwell on... If you'll excuse me." And with that, Harmony left their realm, leaving Zexzad in The Garden.

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It was a beautiful day, and the sun was shining brightly. Spirits were high as the people of Roma were given the honor of three new gods in their home city. Two of which being born within the walls. All was well for the citizens of R oma, except for one Zork who was having the most confusing of days. He had remembered making many sweet rolls for the neighborhood in order to celebrate. But for the life of him, he couldn't find any. Someone couldn't have taken them, as he was the only one in the bakery. Maybe he had only thought of making them? But there was too much evidence of their creation. "Hm..." Before he could think any more on the matter, he noticed several small snakes slithering about. The Zork let out a shout, shocked at the sudden infestation of very tiny snakes, and the mice they seemed to be chasing all around his bakery. While the day was beautiful for most in Roma, for others it was a day of madness and confusion.
 
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