QuirkyAngel
White Masquerade's Blue Oni
Kianu (God) + Freak Human #1 + Mawlock (God)
The Frostlands, Northernmost Part of the World (Mortal Realm)
One of the humans stopped swimming and looked at the voice, “What are we doing? Well we’re looking for some guy who appeared as some pillar of fire and then gave us a Good smack, may group over here loved it so much we want a bit more, know anything about him?” The humans responded paying no mind to the godly presence of Kianu.
Kianu’s eyebrow rose. “Pillar of fire…?No...I can’t say I have…” A guy appearing in a pillar of fire could be anything, from some mortal using fire magic to a god. Mawlock and L’Oria were the first gods to come to mind when she thought of fire. “Why are you looking for him?”
“Well, cause he gave us such a good smack, we’ve been fighting each other cause everything else bores us and soon we were mindlessly fighting each other you know? Then suddenly he shows up and BOOM we get knocked out and it FELT AMAZING… so we’re looking for them to fight him, can’t leave it at that.” the human responded with a tinge of excitement on his voice.
“I can’t say I understand that sentiment…” Kianu tilted her head. “If you’ve already lost the first time, why do you want to challenge him again? Won’t you just lose again?”
“Well it’s likely we will lose aye, but it feels great to have a challenge, to have a purpose yeah, if we constantly try then eventually we’ll learn yeah, and then win!” the human responded with more excitement.
Kianu blinked at the human’s response…then smiled. “Is that so? You’re quite the feisty race aren’t you?” Reaching her hand above the human’s head, she wove her way through his memories, the images flooding into her mind as if they were her own. Mawlock might’ve been in the form of a human, but she could tell it was him just fine. She saw him beat up the five humans that were fighting each other in the frozen wastes, south of the world. She could hear his words to them as well. So he wanted her to educate his favored race, did he? “His name is Mawlock. Go to a shrine dedicated to him and call his name. He should be able to hear you.”
A voice echoed around the goddess and humans, “I see my children’s children have reached you, my sister.” Mawlock formed in front of the goddess, unable to resist seeing how the humans were doing now that they had stepped into Kianu’s domain. “I hope they have not caused you too much trouble. Why do you speak my name?”
“Ah, you're here,” Looking up from the human to the god that took form before her, Kianu smiled. “Greetings God Mawlock. Your children’s children have been looking for you.”
“Looking for me? I told them to search for you.” He turned and stared at the humans. “It seems their parents failed them so utterly, they cannot comprehend basic instructions.” Mawlock sighed, turning his attention back to Kianu. “They have fulfilled their task, so I will not be taking their lives. I figured you would be best suited to turn these brutes into civilized ‘mortals’. I have seen the conduct of your more evolved creations, and if you’d have these humans, I would enjoy seeing them emulate the good qualities of your maidens.”
“I see…” Eyes flickering thoughtfully between the humans in the water and Mawlock, Kianu nodded before taking the hand of the human she’d been talking to and pulling him up and out the water to stand on the bridge of ice beside her. She smirked. “Very well. I don’t mind. But are you certain you want them to be like my maidens?”
“I am no fool, I know to be careful with my words with you. I want you to teach them a life without mindless brutish violence. You have your giants, you have that vicious wolf god in your possession, and many others who have great strength and power. Directing such mortal power into something more productive is all I ask. You may have your fun with them while you do, but do not forget that they are still humans and I expect you to treat them with some respect.” Mawlock put a hand on the head of the human. It was evident he held a soft spot in his heart for them. “I will leave you to it then, yes?”
“Certainly. The Frostlands shall welcome these children with open arms,” Kianu’s gaze returned to the rest of the humans frolicking in the icy waters. Normally she tested the creatures that entered her frozen lands, but, looking at them right now, it didn’t take much to see that they wouldn’t be bothered by the cold. Hard to tell whether they were mortal or immortal. “What are their names, by the way?”
“Hm…” He thought for a moment. “I will let you name them, sister. Nothing warms my heart more than to see the creativity of my brethren. As additional thanks for taking on the task, I give you my support in any endeavor you wish. Simply call my name and I will come.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” Kianu responded dryly. She didn’t really consider any of the gods her siblings, but it didn’t really matter to her what Mawlock called her either way. “Since you’ve come all this way to my domain God Mawlock, polite decorum requires that I invite you into Everfrost Castle for a cup of tea...if you so desire.”
Kianu didn’t wait for Mawlock’s answer.
With a snap of her fingers, the gates of Everfrost Castle appeared before them in shimmering splendor. “Come, Disobedient Children of Mawlock. Swim into my castle and I assure you I won’t let you be bored.”
Not that they really had a choice in the matter. Any that did not listen were forcibly captured by a giant hand of ice that formed from the frozen waters and tossed through the gates of her immortal realm.
Sybella and the Slumber of the Frost Giants
Sybella was the name of the Priestess of Winter that Ysmir delivered Kianu’s message to. When Sybella asked Kianu’s messenger how the Frost Giants could sleep at will, Ysmir told the Frost Giantess of the Gentle Repose that grew at the bottom of the Great Mountain. A gift that the goddess of Sleep had given the world. And so Sybella left the Frostlands and set out on a pilgrimage to the tallest mountain in the world, guided by the Ice Maiden Ysmir. She saw many strange sights, making some friends along the way. Learned many things as Ysmir tended to talk a lot. Strangely enough, only some could hear Ysmir while others did not. After gathering some Gentle Repose in her large hands, Sybella returned to the Frostlands to see that the number of Frost Giants had once more dwindled.
They had once been the strongest mortal creatures in the Frostlands--the top the food chain. Their natural lifespan long, extending 500 years. Yet, it was for that same reason, that they couldn’t make children often enough to replenish their numbers. Many were dying of starvation before even reaching that age. They were slowly eating the frostlands dry before it could replenish. Living outside the Frostlands wasn’t an option for those born of Ice either. She understood the Winter Queen’s reasoning. Yet Sybella couldn’t help being afraid. After seeing more of the world, the feeling of regret only intensified. Was this really the only option for them?
As Sybella wept, the Mother of Giants, Sey, appeared before her and placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Does Queen Kianu hate us?”
“No child, this isn’t death. It’s simply rest. Once you meet the god of sleep and dreams, be respectful. Even in your dreams, there is much you can learn about the world. Earn the favor of the gods. Once you awaken you will be all the more smarter and stronger for it.”
“B-But what if something kills us while we sleep? W-what if we never awaken?”
“Your father commands the Ice Golems--the guards of Everfrost Castle. They will protect you all while you sleep.”
“How can you be sure?”
“You can’t be sure of anything, Love. That’s what faith is. That’s what will give you strength.”
“I-Is this a test then?”
“It is. And, so long as you remain faithful, the Queen and Mother of Ice will always protect you.”
Thus, Sybella conveyed Kianu’s will to the rest of the Frost Giants, handing out a Gentle Repose to each to sleep whenever they were ready. Most were pious and obeyed the words of the Winter Queen, finding safe caverns on Giant’s Ridge to breathe in the slumbering pollen. However a couple of others, like Azorf and his descendants, chose to disobey and left the Frostlands in search of more food. Whether those ones lived or died, Kianu did not care. Once the Frost Giants that remained in the Frostlands were all asleep, a wall of Immortal Ice formed around Giant’s Ridge and Ice Golems moved in to protect the Giants from any that would dare to disturb their slumber.
(mentioned: Damafaud )
The Frostlands, Northernmost Part of the World (Mortal Realm)
Kianu’s eyebrow rose. “Pillar of fire…?No...I can’t say I have…” A guy appearing in a pillar of fire could be anything, from some mortal using fire magic to a god. Mawlock and L’Oria were the first gods to come to mind when she thought of fire. “Why are you looking for him?”
“Well, cause he gave us such a good smack, we’ve been fighting each other cause everything else bores us and soon we were mindlessly fighting each other you know? Then suddenly he shows up and BOOM we get knocked out and it FELT AMAZING… so we’re looking for them to fight him, can’t leave it at that.” the human responded with a tinge of excitement on his voice.
“I can’t say I understand that sentiment…” Kianu tilted her head. “If you’ve already lost the first time, why do you want to challenge him again? Won’t you just lose again?”
“Well it’s likely we will lose aye, but it feels great to have a challenge, to have a purpose yeah, if we constantly try then eventually we’ll learn yeah, and then win!” the human responded with more excitement.
Kianu blinked at the human’s response…then smiled. “Is that so? You’re quite the feisty race aren’t you?” Reaching her hand above the human’s head, she wove her way through his memories, the images flooding into her mind as if they were her own. Mawlock might’ve been in the form of a human, but she could tell it was him just fine. She saw him beat up the five humans that were fighting each other in the frozen wastes, south of the world. She could hear his words to them as well. So he wanted her to educate his favored race, did he? “His name is Mawlock. Go to a shrine dedicated to him and call his name. He should be able to hear you.”
A voice echoed around the goddess and humans, “I see my children’s children have reached you, my sister.” Mawlock formed in front of the goddess, unable to resist seeing how the humans were doing now that they had stepped into Kianu’s domain. “I hope they have not caused you too much trouble. Why do you speak my name?”
“Ah, you're here,” Looking up from the human to the god that took form before her, Kianu smiled. “Greetings God Mawlock. Your children’s children have been looking for you.”
“Looking for me? I told them to search for you.” He turned and stared at the humans. “It seems their parents failed them so utterly, they cannot comprehend basic instructions.” Mawlock sighed, turning his attention back to Kianu. “They have fulfilled their task, so I will not be taking their lives. I figured you would be best suited to turn these brutes into civilized ‘mortals’. I have seen the conduct of your more evolved creations, and if you’d have these humans, I would enjoy seeing them emulate the good qualities of your maidens.”
“I see…” Eyes flickering thoughtfully between the humans in the water and Mawlock, Kianu nodded before taking the hand of the human she’d been talking to and pulling him up and out the water to stand on the bridge of ice beside her. She smirked. “Very well. I don’t mind. But are you certain you want them to be like my maidens?”
“I am no fool, I know to be careful with my words with you. I want you to teach them a life without mindless brutish violence. You have your giants, you have that vicious wolf god in your possession, and many others who have great strength and power. Directing such mortal power into something more productive is all I ask. You may have your fun with them while you do, but do not forget that they are still humans and I expect you to treat them with some respect.” Mawlock put a hand on the head of the human. It was evident he held a soft spot in his heart for them. “I will leave you to it then, yes?”
“Certainly. The Frostlands shall welcome these children with open arms,” Kianu’s gaze returned to the rest of the humans frolicking in the icy waters. Normally she tested the creatures that entered her frozen lands, but, looking at them right now, it didn’t take much to see that they wouldn’t be bothered by the cold. Hard to tell whether they were mortal or immortal. “What are their names, by the way?”
“Hm…” He thought for a moment. “I will let you name them, sister. Nothing warms my heart more than to see the creativity of my brethren. As additional thanks for taking on the task, I give you my support in any endeavor you wish. Simply call my name and I will come.”
“I appreciate the gesture,” Kianu responded dryly. She didn’t really consider any of the gods her siblings, but it didn’t really matter to her what Mawlock called her either way. “Since you’ve come all this way to my domain God Mawlock, polite decorum requires that I invite you into Everfrost Castle for a cup of tea...if you so desire.”
Kianu didn’t wait for Mawlock’s answer.
With a snap of her fingers, the gates of Everfrost Castle appeared before them in shimmering splendor. “Come, Disobedient Children of Mawlock. Swim into my castle and I assure you I won’t let you be bored.”
Not that they really had a choice in the matter. Any that did not listen were forcibly captured by a giant hand of ice that formed from the frozen waters and tossed through the gates of her immortal realm.
Sybella and the Slumber of the Frost Giants
They had once been the strongest mortal creatures in the Frostlands--the top the food chain. Their natural lifespan long, extending 500 years. Yet, it was for that same reason, that they couldn’t make children often enough to replenish their numbers. Many were dying of starvation before even reaching that age. They were slowly eating the frostlands dry before it could replenish. Living outside the Frostlands wasn’t an option for those born of Ice either. She understood the Winter Queen’s reasoning. Yet Sybella couldn’t help being afraid. After seeing more of the world, the feeling of regret only intensified. Was this really the only option for them?
As Sybella wept, the Mother of Giants, Sey, appeared before her and placed a comforting hand on her knee. “Does Queen Kianu hate us?”
“No child, this isn’t death. It’s simply rest. Once you meet the god of sleep and dreams, be respectful. Even in your dreams, there is much you can learn about the world. Earn the favor of the gods. Once you awaken you will be all the more smarter and stronger for it.”
“B-But what if something kills us while we sleep? W-what if we never awaken?”
“Your father commands the Ice Golems--the guards of Everfrost Castle. They will protect you all while you sleep.”
“How can you be sure?”
“You can’t be sure of anything, Love. That’s what faith is. That’s what will give you strength.”
“I-Is this a test then?”
“It is. And, so long as you remain faithful, the Queen and Mother of Ice will always protect you.”
Thus, Sybella conveyed Kianu’s will to the rest of the Frost Giants, handing out a Gentle Repose to each to sleep whenever they were ready. Most were pious and obeyed the words of the Winter Queen, finding safe caverns on Giant’s Ridge to breathe in the slumbering pollen. However a couple of others, like Azorf and his descendants, chose to disobey and left the Frostlands in search of more food. Whether those ones lived or died, Kianu did not care. Once the Frost Giants that remained in the Frostlands were all asleep, a wall of Immortal Ice formed around Giant’s Ridge and Ice Golems moved in to protect the Giants from any that would dare to disturb their slumber.
(mentioned: Damafaud )
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