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Sarco, though discontent, knew that this lackluster underworld would have to serve for the time being until he was capable of completing it in it's full glory. Suddenly, he felt a shift in the makeup of the fabric of reality. He knew the change immediately. Another God dabbling in matters of the postmortem? This was troubling news. The others were making changes, changes he knew nothing about. It was this realization which troubled him the most, and with it came another; he had spent so much time bringing his vision into existence that he had neglected any contact with his fellow Gods. Well, almost any contact. He immediately set out to remedy the situation.


The first plane he visited was the mortal world, and he was surprised to immediately notice it's glorious form. The stars, beautiful creatures, beacons in the black, arranged into images he could not make sense of. He tried to approach them, but they shied away from his presence. Thus rebuked, he approached the head of Grond and spent at least twelve minutes just gazing at the blue, green, and white wonder that was the cradle of civilization. However, he did not dare think of walking along it's face, for he was unsure of the affect his presence would have on such a place so rich with life. Satisfied, he left the mortal plane, and, after being stopped from entering what he didn't know was Elysium, entered the Court of Harmony.


Sarco was impressed. The first thing he had noticed was that the the hunger, the desire for decay that was so much a part of himself that he had forgotten of it's existence, was all but stifled in a torrent of gentle pressure that allowed him to finally realize that it was mainly this same desire that had caused to so zealously take to his plane. He vowed to never let it get the best of him again, and with a clear mind admired the splendid structure he had found himself in. Collumns and archways, sumptuous decoration, and even a mirror that allowed him to examine the Mortal World from a safe distance. But his favorite thing of all was so subtle that at first he didn't notice it. None of the plants were dying! Sure, they began to ail at his proximity, but he could even touch them for a short period of time with complete assurance that they would miraculously revive in a matter of seconds. He had no doubt that such wonders were the work of a God. He called out to them. "Fellow God!", he said, his voice echoing due to both the architecture of the room and the nature of his being. "I beseech you! Show yourself! Your creations speek volumes, but I would much rather speak with you." With that said, he patiently awaited a response.


@AlexanderML

Total AP: 1


Rollover: +4


Remaining AP: 5
 
 Sheo rode off the blooming land of life on a trail of stardust and will. The fairies in the sky beaming light upon his lanky figure. He'd expected his his shadow to beam down onto the land. On his trusty steed, fur and mane white as the purest of winter snow. In a moment he was in void. The next he was standing in a cream Gazebo. Flan standing next to him. This place was brimming with life, more so than maybe even the head of Grond. The ground was lush with flowers of all different colours and the sky shone azure in his eyes. In front of him was was a mirror through which he could see existence in reflections. He takes a quick glance to the kindly divine bartender, then to his creations, even the humans. They were prospering.


 Despite the heavy amount of life here, he felt a counterweight. Death. Something that seemed so other worldly yet, fit perfectly. He heard a call, a bellow, more like. The specifications didn't sound like he was referring to him, but he replied regardless, he walks up behind Sarco. "Greetings, my friends."
 
Sarco could not have anticipated who the responder would be, and was surprised to see that they had no head. Still, he was one to talk, and as eyeless skull met empty stump, he wondered if all the Gods would be as strange as them. Then again, if his words and attire were anything to go by, this God was as civil as they come. "Greetings." He said, now much softer. "I am Sarco, God of Decay. Who are you, and did you create this place?" As he spoke, a single fly escaped his gnashing jaws and buzzed away. Sarco didn't notice, he was too wrapped up in the excitement of conversing with another God.
 
 Sheo nearly finds himself gagging at the sight of this deity. He truly didn't understand what he was looking at. If death had a face, that was definitely it, alright. Well, who was he to talk, he had no head. But, the sight of him, the rotten flesh,  those sunken eyes, his shambling bones, it was enough to drive someone mad. All the while, his mere presence gave Sheo a sinking feeling in his stomach. "M-my name is Sheo," He begins as he snaps back into focus. "I didn't create this plane, I was simply referred to it. By a bartender who was a god also. Did he send you here, too?"


@Buckteeth

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EMP said:
Jormyr eyed Pastere with intent before realizing that his recent question had some merit to it. He sat back on his throne and began to think, with only two people inapt at tracking, it would be a wild goose chase.

Eyes wide open, Jormyr stared at Pastere.

"I shall seek out another being with the ability to track down the thief. I will wander the lands in search of that one." Jormyr said sternly.
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"Let us depart then", another god might have questioned the lack of planning in their quest, but neither of them where the most informed gods, and Pastere quite liked wandering aimlessly through the mortal realm anyway.


As the pair traveled south, so did the storm surrounding the larger of the two.  Plants withered and died, small creatures buried themselves, larger creatures moved further south, joined by the winged creatures.  Pastere helped where he could, providing coats for some of the creatures when they stopped.  They seemed no closer to finding Jormyr's axe however

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  6 previous total


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-1 blessing (winter coats and other winter behaviors for animals)


  9 new total
 
Sheo, a nice name, and somehow fitting. "No. I arrived here of my own desire to explore as much of creation as possible. Who is this 'bartender god', and where may I find him?" He glanced briefly about the chamber. "And on that note, how many other Gods are there? So far I've only encountered one other besides you." Unnoticed, his gaze was drawn by the only other thing in the room of importance, the mirror. Suddenly, his memory was sparked. He gazed directly at Sheo and smiled, or at least, he thought he did. In reality, his mouth opened partially and his teeth appeared to move in random directions to give his nonexistent lips a barely noticeable curve. The result was more of a snaggletoothed grimace than anything else. "By the by, are you the one who brought those headless creatures into being? I couldn't fathom the reason for their existence when I discovered them, but now that I've met you..." He let the sentence taper off, still grinning his grimace at Sheo.
 
"He served humans in the society of Avalon. It's a tavern that smells of beer. It's really hard to miss. And, he told me the lot of them were here, so I should think so." Sheo has still been keeping himself from looking disgusted at the-the thing in front of him, but he keeps his composure all the while taking deep breaths. Flan was casually strolling, eating bulbs and roots out of the ground. He looked like he was in heaven.Sheo turns back to the deity in his presence. He's completely caught off-guard by the next thing sarco says. 


 "I am," He replies, "I felt there needed to be some diversity. Honestly, I'm not even sure if a human has met a Dullahan yet. I'd expect them to be scared out of their minds. They seem to fear what they don't understand." Sheo casually said, he was beginning to fathom, maybe even like this other god. "And, I ask you, what have you brough into this existence?"


@Buckteeth
 
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Sarco unconsciously straightened, and more than a hint of pride crept into his voice as he spoke. "There is a realm beyond the mortal plane. It exists as a final resting place for the unwanted souls of mortals. Souls that I gave to mortals in the first place as a gift to make-up for their mortality. Most of my time has been spent trying to perfect this resting place." His shoulders sagged a little. "But I have been unsure as to what this Land of the Dead should be. Another God has diverted "good" souls away, to where I know not, and this begs the question: What should be done with these so-called "evil" souls? Should they be punished? Reincarnated until they change? Turned into something new entirely? I just don't know. What do you think?"


@Dullahan Shinigami
 
Buckteeth said:
Sarco unconsciously straightened, and more than a hint of pride crept into his voice as he spoke. "There is a realm beyond the mortal plane. It exists as a final resting place for the unwanted souls of mortals. Souls that I gave to mortals in the first place as a gift to make-up for their mortality. Most of my time has been spent trying to perfect this resting place." His shoulders sagged a little. "But I have been unsure as to what this Land of the Dead should be. Another God has diverted "good" souls away, to where I know not, and this begs the question: What should be done with these so-called "evil" souls? Should they be punished? Reincarnated until they change? Turned into something new entirely? I just don't know. What do you think?"


@Dullahan Shinigami
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"Hmm," Sheo begins, he was ashamed to admit that he was a bit jealous, but he was still impressed at the ingenuity of this deity. He was surprised, however, that Sarco desired his opinion, did it come from his own indecision, or did he truly want Sheo's opinion. Regardless, replying properly was the most appropriate thing to do at the moment. "Simply, keeping them seems like a waste of energy and manpower, maybe they should be processed into something more useful. Of course, these are just my thoughts on the subject. I am curious, however, as to what the mortals would want. Of course their thoughts would immediately go to self-preservation." Without knowing, Sheo had become casual with the god of death, itself, Sarco.
 
"Yes, yes, of course." Said Sarco. He had asked in the first place due to Sheo's ever present aura of politeness and refinement. Since it was out of a mixed sense of polite obligatory charity that Sarco had given mortals souls in the first place, Sarco had subconsciously trusted that Sheo's opinion would not only satisfy Sarco's unspoken desire for reusage if the souls, but be wholly practical and inoffensive in and of itself. Sarco had been fairly correct, and quietly admired Sheo's consideration of the mortals likely opinions. He thought of them in the same way most humans thought of the incredibly young and incredibly old. As creatures to be looked after, and occasionally reprimanded, but not taken seriously. "I would communicate with the mortals,' he said, frankly embarrassed that he had not even considered it, "but I fear as to what effect I will have on the mortal mind." He cast a knowing look at Sheo. "I am not completely unaware of my...unique state." He paused. "Nevertheless, I agree that it would be a waste not to make them useful." His eyes gleamed. "But thanks to you, I have been struck with an idea. I will turn them into a source of power like nothing ever seen before, to be used by the mortals as they see fit." Then, somwhat uncomfortably and in halting tones, he made an offer, "Due to your instrumental role in the conception of this, I would like to offer you a gift, should you choose to make use of it." He cleared his throat, causing a small puff of dust to escape his mouth. The motes twinkled in the divine rays of light. "As God of all decay, the natural cause of death, I can offer you my promise that no plague or famine will harm your people so long as I maintain the strength to stop it. I understand if you do not want my influence." He anxiously awaited an answer.


@Dullahan Shinigami

Total AP: 5


Rollover: +4


Divine Covenant (Dullahans, Offered): -5


Remaining AP: 4
 
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Total AP:


-Gain 4 AP (Rollover)


Net Remaining: 8 AP
 
AP Status:


+4 Rollover (September second)


+4 rollover (September ninth)


Total remaining: 25


(Sorry I haven't posted much/spent much. School and what not.)
 
Buckteeth said:
"Yes, yes, of course." Said Sarco. He had asked in the first place due to Sheo's ever present aura of politeness and refinement. Since it was out of a mixed sense of polite obligatory charity that Sarco had given mortals souls in the first place, Sarco had subconsciously trusted that Sheo's opinion would not only satisfy Sarco's unspoken desire for reusage if the souls, but be wholly practical and inoffensive in and of itself. Sarco had been fairly correct, and quietly admired Sheo's consideration of the mortals likely opinions. He thought of them in the same way most humans thought of the incredibly young and incredibly old. As creatures to be looked after, and occasionally reprimanded, but not taken seriously. "I would communicate with the mortals,' he said, frankly embarrassed that he had not even considered it, "but I fear as to what effect I will have on the mortal mind." He cast a knowing look at Sheo. "I am not completely unaware of my...unique state." He paused. "Nevertheless, I agree that it would be a waste not to make them useful." His eyes gleamed. "But thanks to you, I have been struck with an idea. I will turn them into a source of power like nothing ever seen before, to be used by the mortals as they see fit." Then, somwhat uncomfortably and in halting tones, he made an offer, "Due to your instrumental role in the conception of this, I would like to offer you a gift, should you choose to make use of it." He cleared his throat, causing a small puff of dust to escape his mouth. The motes twinkled in the divine rays of light. "As God of all decay, the natural cause of death, I can offer you my promise that no plague or famine will harm your people so long as I maintain the strength to stop it. I understand if you do not want my influence." He anxiously awaited an answer.


@Dullahan Shinigami

Total AP: 5


Rollover: +4


Divine Covenant (Dullahans, Offered): -5


Remaining AP: 4
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 Sheo smiles slightly, taken aback by the deity gifts. "I really shouldn't judge a book by it's cover." He mutters with a grin. "I will accept your gift, and in good will, I shalt give you one of my own." In his right arm, forms a white rose, half of it dead, half of it living. He hands it over to Sarco, ecstatically awaiting his response. "If you have this in your possession and you require my aid, I will know."

Total AP= 9


Rollover + 4


(-4)Create Relic (Flourish of Equilibrium, Offered); Lets Sheo know when Sarco requires aid.
 
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