Fantasy The Kingdom of Xorn IC.

[FearItself]

The Emerald Palace
Ghett & Makoda

It had been nearly three hours since their father had called them all there. The six generals, mightiest of the Godkings subjects. He had mingled breifly with his siblings for the first half hour while their father sat in his trance like state likely hundreds of miles away right now. Days ago he ordered every soldier in the army be ready for a week in the field individually, and massive caravans had been stockpiling goods in the Royal storeroom for nearly a month now. Whatever this was it was big. He scanned below him seeing the other generals seeming just as impatient, besides Makoda who had nearly paced a rut into the floor and was making the air stink of ale with her endless slew of obscenities. Finally came the surge of energy which reverberated through the air causing the room to vibrate slightly...Sol had returned to his body.

"Listen well my children. Something that i cannot see has begun to release the pprimordials. The life of the planet is responding with a surge in both population and individual power. Already the city of Tinder has fallen and as we speak Hightower, Xaxxis, and Crastor are under siege. Meanwhile the Isles of sidon face an invasion from beneath the waves." his voice would feel as if they wwere the rejuvinating rays of the sun. Waves of mana leaked out of his mouth as he spoke continuing the vibrations in the crystaling throne room around them. Ghett was clearly perturbed by the mention of his people but he showed nothing, Makoda on the other hand seemed to be on her toes waiting with a grin for her orders.

"As the masters of Parrune and The guardians of mortal life it is the duty of Xorn to come to their aide. As such we shall send our forces. To aide them..." His fiery gaze turned to Makoda almost causing her to take a knee as it seemed to focus the mana in the room on her she even began to sweat a bit. "The forward army shall ride across the forest of tyre to Xaxxis where you will crush their attackers and form a point of defense." His gaze and the associated pressure shifted to Azeroth "The Kings Army shall follow them up until Lud where they will split off and head to the Aid of Crastor." This time those heavy eyes fell upon Minnel. "The Sky Paladins shall fly over the mountains of Symbol to the aide of Hightower." His eyes shifted again this time on the many limbed form of Karg "The Isles of Sidon will be Overjoyed to see your sails come over the horizon. You are to sail to them as quickly as the waves will allow i fear their situation is the most dire." His eyes now fell Ghett himself. "Many shall seek safety within our walls my son, it is your duty to ensure they contribute to the city and are both employed and fed within a week of arrival. You will be working closely with Seijet who will be screening the refugees for hidden enemies of our nation we cannot forget the threat our other enemies pose." At last his eyes fell on the last general Seijet yet only briefly as if he were aware of the pressure he generated.

"After you acheive victory you will be bringing as many able bodies men and women who will fight with you and each will place one of these at the cities locations." as he uttered the words the floor seemed to become loquid in certain places as four Crystalline rods of pure magicite rose from the floor. "After you are successful the barrier xorn possesses will be spread to those cities. When all are safe we shall find this evil and rip it out root and stem. But first we must tend to those in need. You have your orders my generals, i have no doubts that success will come swiftly...but beware, something is blocking my ability to see the enemy directly so there is no telling what you shall face." he didnt wait for his childrens response before the hum of energy came to an end. Apparently the king had left again...

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The Emerald City Market square
Cacophony Coffee shop.


Buisness was booming for the self proclaimed god of coffee. With all the refugees and soldiers about Rallo's staff was working themselves to the bone taking in all the orders and taking the coffee to the guests. Yet none of that mattered, in the kitchen it was just him and his craft, no amount of customers would overwhelm his divine gift. He was putting out at least a dozen cups a minute each ornate and specifically tailored to the guests tastebuds. Only once did he pause to enjoy a break with his own glass. One of his staff came in to say something but seeing him pulling the cup to his lips slowly with a lustful look they backed away slowly and silently without saying a word. She knew better than to disturb him. When he had finished he called out to her. "Yes Elsa?" he said impatiently "Sir we are out of cream..." she said so quietly one could've heard a mouse fart between words. Rallo took a deep breath the veins in his neck beginning to bulge. "More...Now...GOOOO!" the girl let out a peep before sprinting out of the kitchen and rushing for the dairy farm a few miles away. He ran his fingers through his hair..."Cursed mortals and their lack of fforethought...restock before you run out..." he muttered under his breath as he went back to the last cups he could manage until Elsa returned.
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[PhantomSamurai]

Emerald City Palace
Azeroth



Azeroth stood listening intently to his father as he spoke, so many locations under attack this was indeed an unprecedented event. Who would be bold enough and powerful enough to release the Primordials?, this question was one he was not looking forward to finding out as it meant something huge was coming their way. He listened as their father gave each of his siblings their orders before once again disappearing, Azeroth let out a sigh before looking at each one of the other generals. They were all masters of their domains, and masters of their armies he had no doubt that each one would achieve victory in the battles that were soon to come.

He briefly made eye contact with Seijet but quickly looked away. Not many things unnerved him but Seijets abilities were one of the things that did. While his mask provided him protection he didnt want to give her enough time to read him, he'd rather not know about his future or how he might die some things in life are better to remain mysteries. He decided it was time to get moving he had to ready his troops for the long trip and battle that would follow it. He grabbed his staff which was standing straight up next to him, the staff which held an enormous amount of his own power felt warm in his hand but to anyone else who tried to hold it, it would feel as if they were trying to hold molten lava.

He made his way out of the throne room, it was crazy how different the air felt going from the room his father was in to outside. It was as if his father's very presence made the air in the room heavier and more thick, he twirled his staff in his hand as he called over a few messengers. "I need you to deliver a message to both Xanoth and Azura tell them we are mobilizing to help Crastor, so I want both of them to to get themselves and the troops ready" he says, the messengers salute Azeroth and turn to leave. "Hold up" he says causing them to stop and turn back around, "Xanoth should be no trouble finding, Azura however...might be somewhere slacking off and avoiding his duties so be sure to look everywhere for him" he says then waving them off.

He made his way down the long hallway, there were a few things he must tend too before he met up with his Marshall's and the troops. The next few days were gonna be interesting and he may even be able to try out his latest trick on a large number of enemies.

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

The Emerald Palace
Ghett & Makoda

It had been nearly three hours since their father had called them all there. The six generals, mightiest of the Godkings subjects. He had mingled breifly with his siblings for the first half hour while their father sat in his trance like state likely hundreds of miles away right now. Days ago he ordered every soldier in the army be ready for a week in the field individually, and massive caravans had been stockpiling goods in the Royal storeroom for nearly a month now. Whatever this was it was big. He scanned below him seeing the other generals seeming just as impatient, besides Makoda who had nearly paced a rut into the floor and was making the air stink of ale with her endless slew of obscenities. Finally came the surge of energy which reverberated through the air causing the room to vibrate slightly...Sol had returned to his body.

"Listen well my children. Something that i cannot see has begun to release the pprimordials. The life of the planet is responding with a surge in both population and individual power. Already the city of Tinder has fallen and as we speak Hightower, Xaxxis, and Crastor are under siege. Meanwhile the Isles of sidon face an invasion from beneath the waves." his voice would feel as if they wwere the rejuvinating rays of the sun. Waves of mana leaked out of his mouth as he spoke continuing the vibrations in the crystaling throne room around them. Ghett was clearly perturbed by the mention of his people but he showed nothing, Makoda on the other hand seemed to be on her toes waiting with a grin for her orders.

"As the masters of Parrune and The guardians of mortal life it is the duty of Xorn to come to their aide. As such we shall send our forces. To aide them..." His fiery gaze turned to Makoda almost causing her to take a knee as it seemed to focus the mana in the room on her she even began to sweat a bit. "The forward army shall ride across the forest of tyre to Xaxxis where you will crush their attackers and form a point of defense." His gaze and the associated pressure shifted to Azeroth "The Kings Army shall follow them up until Lud where they will split off and head to the Aid of Crastor." This time those heavy eyes fell upon Minnel. "The Sky Paladins shall fly over the mountains of Symbol to the aide of Hightower." His eyes shifted again this time on the many limbed form of Karg "The Isles of Sidon will be Overjoyed to see your sails come over the horizon. You are to sail to them as quickly as the waves will allow i fear their situation is the most dire." His eyes now fell Ghett himself. "Many shall seek safety within our walls my son, it is your duty to ensure they contribute to the city and are both employed and fed within a week of arrival. You will be working closely with Seijet who will be screening the refugees for hidden enemies of our nation we cannot forget the threat our other enemies pose." At last his eyes fell on the last general Seijet yet only briefly as if he were aware of the pressure he generated.

"After you acheive victory you will be bringing as many able bodies men and women who will fight with you and each will place one of these at the cities locations." as he uttered the words the floor seemed to become loquid in certain places as four Crystalline rods of pure magicite rose from the floor. "After you are successful the barrier xorn possesses will be spread to those cities. When all are safe we shall find this evil and rip it out root and stem. But first we must tend to those in need. You have your orders my generals, i have no doubts that success will come swiftly...but beware, something is blocking my ability to see the enemy directly so there is no telling what you shall face." he didnt wait for his childrens response before the hum of energy came to an end. Apparently the king had left again...

~~~
The Emerald City Market square
Cacophony Coffee shop.


Buisness was booming for the self proclaimed god of coffee. With all the refugees and soldiers about Rallo's staff was working themselves to the bone taking in all the orders and taking the coffee to the guests. Yet none of that mattered, in the kitchen it was just him and his craft, no amount of customers would overwhelm his divine gift. He was putting out at least a dozen cups a minute each ornate and specifically tailored to the guests tastebuds. Only once did he pause to enjoy a break with his own glass. One of his staff came in to say something but seeing him pulling the cup to his lips slowly with a lustful look they backed away slowly and silently without saying a word. She knew better than to disturb him. When he had finished he called out to her. "Yes Elsa?" he said impatiently "Sir we are out of cream..." she said so quietly one could've heard a mouse fart between words. Rallo took a deep breath the veins in his neck beginning to bulge. "More...Now...GOOOO!" the girl let out a peep before sprinting out of the kitchen and rushing for the dairy farm a few miles away. He ran his fingers through his hair..."Cursed mortals and their lack of fforethought...restock before you run out..." he muttered under his breath as he went back to the last cups he could manage until Elsa returned.
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Karg looked at the others and his tentacles twitched, he was already drying. Wanting to get back to sea he quickly responded.

“Yes my liege. I shall take my leave now.”

Karg then left the hall and went to find a messenger. But of course they wouldn't be found easily. This blasted palace, with its too many rooms and halls. Eventually finding his man in the labyrinth of the building, he told them. "Tell the men to get the ships ready ta leave, we sail by tomorrow noon for the Isles." Karg snarled causing the humie to dash. The messenger ran off to whatever device they used nowadays, they kept improving he couldn't catch up.

After sending the man off, Karg set off to return back to sea. Getting on a cart already on course to the port he watched as the palace grew smaller. Good riddance, he would be back to the salt and wet.

 

[Amyleii]

Inside the Emerald Palace

Amy stood just outside the doors of the palace throne room. She had been there for hours. Her general wanted only his top man to guard this door during meetings with the king, especially today. She had not seen so many demigod generals in one place in her lifetime. clearly the war was not going well, though she had no place to say that out loud. As she stood guard she began to feel fatigued. she shifted in her large pauldrons, they where the smallest she could find under the circumstances, made for young knights in training.

It was quiet humiliating in fact, being the Marshall of the palace security and fidgeting around like a small child. unfortunately as part of this blasted "curse" the mana in her flowed much more easily, and this caused her body to be unbelievable energetic, and therefore what used to be easy as a stoic knight, standing for many hours on guard, undistracted, had become tedious. She was thankful that Ghett seemed to barely notice the curses changes and allowed her to continue on as marshall, perhaps all humans seem childish when you can live for thousands of years.

as that thought came out of Amys head, the doors swung open behind her and a large blastwave of mana released along with a powerful wind, she was barely able to hold herself in place as the Demigod Azeroth walked past her. she stood at attention and waited as the demigods filed out, waiting for Ghett to come to her with her orders for her men.

 

[Absurdisan]

Seijet - The Emerald Palace​

It had been a while since all the generals had been called together, which was cause for concern in itself, but Seijet had a pretty good idea why their father had summoned them. Her spies across the land had done their duties well, reports of great beasts and terrible godly powers wreaking havoc on far-away cities had been trickling in for some time now, and any information she received only enhanced her vision. Sol’s proclamations confirmed her suspicions, but the news of her father’s vision being blocked came as something of a surprise.

She couldn’t read her father like she read the rest of the world - it was like staring into the sun, blinding, incomprehensible. His actions, future and past, remained secret to him alone. When he looked at her she felt that familiar searing whiteness flood the edges of her senses, and was thankful it lasted only a moment before he looked away. Sol was compassionate with regard to the effect her had on her powers.

“It will be done, father,” she replied, all three of her voices speaking in unison. The other generals took up their staves of magicite, and she shared a quick look with Azeroth. The fiery demigod broke the connection quickly, as she suspected he would. Friends though they were, he was no fan of her abilities, especially when directed at him. She had not shared any of her readings about his futures, knowing that to do so would only upset him, but it still saddened her that some part of him regarded her with suspicion and fear.

Her father’s presence faded and the meeting over, she made for the door. She had come alone, as she was wont to do, knowing the others would have marshalls providing ample guard services. One in particular she was happy to see - Amy, formerly Arnaldo, one of Ghett’s. The knight stood only a few inches taller than her, and it was nice not to crane her neck for once.

“Marshall Lancello,” she called, her three voices dancing with delight as she made her way over to the girl, smiling. “Don’t worry about the fidgeting, no one thinks less of you for it.”

Interactions & Mentions PhantomSamurai Amyleii FearItself

 

[archur]

A woman stalked through the woods, stepping over twigs and around bramble, her lithe form slipping through the greenery silently, unnoticed by the monsters that lurked in the dark. She had a blade at the ready, it's obsidian surface taking care to not gleam, lest the light give her away. No, she was stealthy in her approach to the small clearing. The light had peeked through the leaves a little more here, shining down on a mossy cave entrance. The greenery parted at the mouth of the cave, singed and blackened in some places. This woman's name was Atheia, and she was a monster hunter.

From the scorch marks, she knew that a chimera lived here, and from what noise it was making, it was feasting. Perfect time to strike. She smirked to herself, and continued her prowl, the stony maw of the cave stretching many feet above her head. She heard the ripping of flesh and cartilage as she slowly stepped deeper into the cave. A horned head dug into some sort of reptilian creature much bigger than it, and by the smell, it's been dead for a while. Strange. Chimera generally don't scavenge unless they were starved for food, but it seemed that this one was lucky with it's scraps. She stalked closer and closer, edging towards the flicking scorpion tail of the chimera's lion-like frame. It was distracted with food, and by the skin sagging off it's ribs, it had been without for some time, loudly crunching bone to sup the marrow within.

She had never seen a chimera like this, feasting on a beast she had only encountered a few times before: a Baloth. Large creatures, who pulped prey without a second thought. Scary creatures, hunting in packs. She didn't enjoy them, but her focus was the chimera, who she began to engage.

Atheia pressed forwards, slowly at first, reaching a hand into the air and invoking her power, slowly sapping the consciousness away from the creature, who fell into a stupor at first, slowing it's chewing and laying where it ate, deciding for no apparent reason, it was time to rest. She drew more and more of it's energy into herself, and it fell into a deep slumber. She was upon it now, calmly walking towards the beast, and thrusting her blade into the creature's neck. It's eyes drew wide open as it felt a sharp pain, the last thing it would ever feel. The creature's stinger flashed for but a brief moment, striking down at her faster than the blink of an eye, but Atheia was a skilled hunter. She knew that a desperate attempt would be all the chimera would be capable of. Her arm flashed sideways, and the head of the creature's tail spiraled away, spewing blood as it went. Her other sword was in her hand now, both bloodied with her quarry. The chimera was slain, and she would claim the bounty that the people of Xaxxis had issued to her. She wiped the blades on her bracers, the blood leaving the leather slick once more, before sheathing both of them and plucking the head of the stinger from the ground, careful not to prick her finger with it's poisons.

Now, there was one less monster in the world.

 

[FearItself]

The emerald palace===>Forward stables
Makoda

The orcish woman remained silent at her fathers orders but she was grinning from ear to ear with an excited look in her eyes. Already she could feel her blood boiling as she grabbed the crystal shaft and hefted it onto her shoulder. "Xaxxis huh...i wonder how well their porcelain king fights?" she thought to herself as she navigated the shimmering halls she grew up in. Far luckier than most Orcs, though she didnt much care for all the grandeur. For her the most valuable resources were blood, will, and steel. "Be careful comardes, if any of you die...ill kill you." she stated as the armor she wore morphed into a very revealimg set that had much of the armor on her legs, and what looked to be pistons protruding from the middle of the calf, they also had extensions making her stand a full foot taller. Those well versed in armor would recognize it as a strider harness, a piece of armor designed to greatly increase speed and jump capabilities. Leaning forward Makoda would vanish from the untrained eye becoming a spek on the horizon.

She dispelled the armor mid air ,landing hard in the center of the outdoor barracks with a loud boom. Every man and woman froze and turned to look at her, Their eyes narrowing and none saluted. She regarded each one with a brief circling gaze. Finally she took a deep breath and shouted "We ride to the aid of Xaxxis at dawn...we... are... at... WAAAAAARRRR." Though her shout was supernaturally loud it was quickly drowned out by the roar of thousands as they cheered ,beat their chests and stomped their feet. The sight filled the orcish general with pride and she retreived her Bone whistle from her clothes and blew it hearing the loud response of her mount followed by its thundering steps as it ran breifly past her without stopping. She snagged the creatures small arms as it did pulling herself over its shoulders and onto her saddle. "Feed your children well, they will have a long way to carry us to glory." The werds trailed through the camp as she rode away atop Regi to go hunt in the plains surrounding the city.
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[archur]

"Marshal! Marshal!" A courier dove off his panting horse and wearily presented the marshal a letter. The stamp was fresh, the seal must've just been put on considering how the wax was practically dripping from the paper, having had no time to set. Whatever this message was, must've been incredibly important. The marshal inspected it from a distance, glancing to his retinue before he took it. He hated having his time with his elite guard interuppted, but this began to take presidence.

"Marshal Wentz.

Your steed, Gorehorn, has broken free of the stables once more. Please, rein him in, as we cannot spare any more stablehands trying to tame him.

Stablemaster Greck*"

"The asterisk." The courier was bent over, catching his breath. "The asterisk, what's this about?" He thrust the letter in the man's face, his mighty gauntleted finger pointing at the clear asterisk over Greck's name.

"These aren't direct orders from Greck, technically, sir. The stables have no stablemaster, as the most recent one died trying to settle Gorehorn, sir." The marshal was silent.

"It was to get your attention-" He gulped. "-mi'lord." The knight's massive chest heaved in, then out, exasperated. "I will not have my time wasted on trivial manners. If your stablehands can't-"

A silence passed as a faint whistling was heard in the distance. It could only mean one thing. Wentz looked to the sky and saw his general soaring through the air, crashing down just outside of the barracks. Soldiers stopped milling about, polishing blades, engaging in conversation, just to stand at attention to their general, who bellowed a simple order that everyone could understand.

"We. Are. At. WAR!" A cheer broke out as she roared, the barracks overcome with the noise of thousands. He himself did not participate in the noise, standing silently amongst the celebration. Though he did not show it, he was joyous inside.

He dismissed the courier. "Blades! Ready your mounts for battle! We ride to Xaxxis at dawn!" He shouted to the soldiers under his command, who responded with a resounding "Yes marshal!" He left to go tend to Gorehorn, who was already thirsty for blood.

 

[PhantomSamurai]

Emerald city
Rath

Rath was tending to Kida and Honarri when he heard the crash, his ears perked up with excitement when he saw it was General Makoda. He knew something was up but wasnt sure until she roared that they were riding to war, this got his blood pumping it had been a long time since he had a good fight, while sparring with the General was a war on it's own it just wasnt the same as charging onto a battlefield and tearing enemies to shreds. He was excited because he would once again be able to spill blood in the name of General Makoda.

He let out a loud piercing howl into the sky, Kida and Honarri followed with howls of their own. "Kida, Honarri go and let the packs know that it will soon be time to move and I expect all to be battle ready" he says growling, the two large wolves howl and take off like bullets. He himself needed no time to prepare as he was always ready for a fight, he was ready for war, he wanted it, craved it, he needed combat. His wish was soon to come true, very soon he would be sinking his claws into the enemies of his father and General, he would bathe in their blood.

He let out another loud howl, outside the city Kida a ml d Honarri ran letting out howls here and there. Soon there were hundreds possible thousands of howls echoing through the land and the various packs of large battle wolves answered the Demigod of beasts call to war.

 

[Amyleii]

Emerald palace

Amy watched silently as many demigods passed her, some twice her size, some much larger then that, until of course the dwarf demigod walked out and greeted her. Finally someone who Amy could stand eye to eye with, she was even a bit taller still then the dwarf. “General seijet, thank you. You are vary kind to me. I must protect the king and his trusted generals. My knights code forbids me from waivering even in the face of such a....debilitating curse. I am just glad ghett did not get upset when he found out I went to ask the crone for help. Honestly I deserve this punishment, and far worse if I had been general. Not that the crone and sol are bitter enemies, but it still felt like I was breaking my oath just going to see her.” Amy said, hanging her small head in shame.

 

[Gravitys Momentum]

Karg arrived at the ports of Xorn, thanking the cart driver with a pouch of gold coins he tossed. Squelching as he moved he left behind a trail of damp slime, it'll disappear as the day goes. Picking up a barrel of fruits along the way he arrived at the docks, yelling in a booming voice.

"Marshals! Prepare to set sail, we leave for the Isles by noon of 'morrow! Prepare your armadas! But! The men of the Pride of Xorn will stay behind to patrol the King's Sea. That is all, go go go!"

Karg got on to his ship, waiting for the Kings of Sea to leave. His Marshals would know where to find him.

FearItself TheresaMelania

 

[Zariel]

Azura - The Destroyer​

Location: The mystical tree Aegrizora
Interaction: N/A

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Azura leaned back leisurely in his royal chair, picking up a wine glass that was half-filled with pomegranate juice. In front of him, a long table completely covered with plates with a wide range of food, enough to host a royal banquet. The white-haired demigod took a sip from the glass while he scanned over the many dishes with narrowed eyes, looking for what to satisfy himself with next. His eyes locked onto some roast chicken.

"Ah, perfect," he said, licking his lips. The Destroyer raised the piece of roast and took a bite, chewing it thouroughly. Though satisfied with the quality, it was fairly standard and wasn't anything special in his opinion. The chicken had been adequately cooked but was too dry and fairly bland.

Unmidfully, Azura held the overly seasoned piece of chicken too close to his nasal cavity causing him to sniff much of the salt and pepper. The deity's sensitive nose detected the irritation immediately, making him sneeze, "AH...AAH...AAAAACHOOO!"

Unfortunately, being the demigod of destruction meant that his sneeze was highly destructive. Despite his attempt to control it, a small sphere of destruction magic was expelled from his mouth and flew out of the window towards a nearby mountain below. Despite the sphere's miniature size, it exploded upon contact, blowing the rocks to smithereens.

"Oh dear...too much pepper," Azura said in a failed attempt to sound apologetic. "Perhaps I should destroy the incompetent chef who doesn't know how to spread seasoning evenly."

 

[Absurdisan]

Seijet - The Emerald Palace​

Seeing Amy hang her head was enough to break the hearts of most, but to Seijet she saw the fragments of a broken man behind that visage, held together by the faintest hope and whatever pride remained. That was the truly sorrowful thing, she thought, but those pieces held together nonetheless. She clapped the knight on her arm, not a timid pat one would give a child but a proper slap for a proper knight.

“You punish yourself needlessly, Lancello. I will not lecture you about your own self-worth, that would demean and embarrass us both, believe you me. Just know that you are still a worthy knight, and a deserving marshal. Even for my lunkhead brother,” she giggled, stepping back and nodding back toward the throne room. “Speaking of Ghett, I will let him share father’s news with you, I wouldn’t want to deprive him of that.”

Her eyes lingered on the throne room door, towering over both Amy and herself. Myriad futures played out before her, taking her across the nation to witness death, despair, laughter, love. All possible, all uncertain, but a concerningly large number were dark. Very dark indeed.

Collecting herself, she looked back to Amy with a commiserating smile. “Take heart, Amy. We will have need of good people like you in the coming days. For now, enjoy this time with me while we wait for your general to emerge. He has much to discuss with you, and I with him.”
Interactions & Mentions Amyleii FearItself

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

gorb
interactions: open (please be talking to gorb)
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The ambassador of The Isles of Sidon a merefolk of titanic size and great magical armour exoskeleton etched with runes not a blemish upon it, on his back a cape of golden and emerald green thread sat is ominous warning sown in silver its meaning known to no one as it was just as must of a mystery as the ambassador, said to have simply appeared one day on the isles shores. And the name of such a great and important person.................. gorb who was currently holding four small plush dolls in his Four smaller grasper limbs in deep thought about what order to place them in on the shelf close by a lizardfolk of similar titanic stature armed to the teeth this beast was the ambassadors, personal guard, how tail tapped annoyed on the floor on the room "sir is it really a good idea to be sorting your miscellaneous nicknacks, there are far far more pressing matters" the lizard said in a tired but annoyed tone he knew that gorb has his own way of doing things and well he couldn't change his mind.
gorb turned around a happy expression on his face "oh no no i has reason yes yes, important things be happenings so i gets out the silly little things so i can concentrate in the big big things yes yes?" gorb spoke cheerfully going back to sorting the little plushies eventually getting the right order "oks oks now wes can go mister sir harlotek"

the lizardfolk sighed again "well sir we have some meeting to attend to now if you don't think we have any else to do we should get out of here" he said clearly fed up with everything somewhat but he knew that gorb abilities as an ambassador were great so there was nothing he could do

"oh no no gorb knows there is nothing more to do yes yes i is thinking we should gets going yes?" gorb stated nodding vigorously before running to the door knocking a few things over with his huge clawed arms as he opened up the door walking out into the halls of the palace.

 

[archur]

Atheia and Nimah
By archur and TheresaMelania ​

The huntress stepped back into the pure light of day as she made her way out from the dreaded Forest of Tyre. The trip back was only made harsh by the fact that she had to carry the weight of the stinger head all the way back to Xaxxis, which was some time away. Yes, she was a Demigoddess, but without a steed, she was forced to travel just like any other mortal: by foot.

After a few hours of walking, she was permitted back into the steel walls of the defiant capital through secret passageways that the siegebeasts hadn’t found- yet. She made her way to the Soldier’s Rest, dragging the oversized scorpion tail behind her as she trudged through the streets.

Atheia nudged the door to the establishment open, cradling the monster appendage as she burst in, dropping it on the floor in a gory mess of green blood and accumulated greenery.

“Monster…” She panted, easing her breath. “...slain.” She got something of a low cheer and a few respectable nods from the patrons, before the atmosphere returned to normal. The hunter brought her trophy to the counter, knocking on the alcohol stained wood to get the keep’s attention.

Tahlia turned her head to look over at the huntress from where she was standing, polishing the variety of bottles full of strange colored liquids behind the bar. Over the din of the crowd and the music from the stage performer, she said loudly, “What are you wanting today, huntress? Can I tempt you with a new flavor or is it going to be an old favorite sort of day. That beast couldn’t have been easy to handle, even for you. Chimera right?” She eyed the monster’s appendage dripping mossy green blood all over the floor of her beautiful wooden floor. She cast Atheia a disgruntled look, “Though you didn’t really need to bring it all the way in, did ya? Hey, Stephen, clean that shit up! Earn your wages, you lazy sod.”

Up on stage, Nimah sang and played her lute, telling tales of the Marshals and their feats of battle. She focused on their trials to prove themselves great enough to be Marshals of Sol, vague illusions drifting around her on stage to show battles of great magnitude. Ghett surviving wave after wave of enemies before slaughtering them all with one blow. When she finished her song, trailing off on a low note of triumph and pride for Xorn and its grand Marshals, the crowd clapped and cheered. Though no more than they did for any other performer that didn’t fail spectacularly.

Atheia raised an eyebrow at her offer, and internally groaned at Tahlia pointing out the drippage she was creating. She blinked, her unscarred eye scanning over the wall of exotic drinks arrayed before her. “I think I’ll have a pint of Wurm’s Blood today.” She paused, pulling down the cloth hiding her face. “Also, sorry about the mess. I meant to turn in that bounty today, but I haven’t seen the poster since I got the bounty, so can you keep this and hold onto my earnings until the next time I come in? You can just tell him the trophy’s with you.”

Her attention began to drift away only slightly, to the familiar voice that filled the room. Was that… Nimah? “Can you make that two Wurm’s Blood?”

“Absolutely. One moment, I’ll mix those right up.” Tahlia spun around and moved like a dervish, snatching up bottles and jars. Moments later, much faster than should be possible, she spun around with two thick red drinks with floating golden spots inside, the tops flaming lightly. “They should burn for a little bit, for the lucky recipient of the second drink. And of course I’ll take care of it for you, you’ll come back to your earnings safe and sound. Enjoy.” Tahlia waved her off with a light smile before turning to another patron at the end of the bar.

Atheia nodded and left a small pile of golden sigils on the counter, as both thanks and tip. She snatched the two drinks from off the counter, careful not to spill any of her own Wurm’s Blood onto herself, but the one intended for Nimah was fine to be sloshed around willy-nilly. After only splashing a little bit of the flaming liquid onto her leather bracer and glove, she found herself next to the stage, just catching the tail-end of one of Nimah’s songs. Wordlessly, she thrust forward Nimah’s drink to the performer, taking a long drag from her own.

Nimah bowed to the crowd, set down her lute on the stool behind her on stage, snatched the drink from Atheia with a grateful look. At first she gulped a couple of swallows, tilting her head back, until her thirst was sated enough that she began sipping at the last half of the sweet red drink. “Thanks, Athe,” she responded, bringing the drink away from her lips for the first time in moments. “My throat was starting to get really scratchy and I’m not sure I was hitting all the right notes there in the end. But no one here knows to buy a bard a drink apparently,” she scoffed quietly while shooting the crowd a huge smile and getting a few cheers. She turned her attention back to Atheia. “So what brings you here? Looked like you bagged a manticore or something?”

The huntress snorted at Nimah’s little grievances. “Chopped down a chimera, yeah.” She responded, sipping at her own drink. “I’ve just been trying to thin some of the monsters in the forest before they decide that Xaxxis is weak enough to fully overtake.” Another sip, longer this time. “What have you been doing with yourself anyways? Singing the same songs to different crowds?”

Nimah glared at her, a bit of pink tinged her cheeks. “Don’t need to put it quite so obviously,” she muttered and then sighed heavily, the weight of the world on her shoulders. “Yeah, it seems like it. When I set off for the towns to be a real bard, I thought it was going to be this amazing thing. Like people would clamor to pay me, give me gigs, put me up at night. But no matter how much better I deliver the stories than those fools,” she gestured over her shoulder to a group of bards sitting in the corner getting drunk off their asses, “No one cares because they’re the same story and they just want to have something to entertain them when they’re getting drunk. Maybe my sisters are right and I shouldn’t have bothered.” She looked a bit dejected but only for a moment before a wave of fresh energy swept through her. “All I need is new and better stories. That’ll do it! If I can just get people interested with a new tale or two, then they’ll see how much better I am than those other sods.”

Atheia nodded quietly. It was good to see her friend still had that resolve that drew her interest when they first met. “We live in a time of tribulation Nimah. Monsters siege the city as we speak. Wouldn’t it be a change of pace to sing songs about yourself for once?” She said with a smirk, before downing the rest of her Wurm’s Blood. She stifled a burp, and blinked her eyes as if she had just taken a blow to the back of the head. “Phew. Say, why do we go and find somewhere to train? Won’t be much use on the battlefield without knowing how to fire a bow, no?”

The petite bard snorted at Atheia’s suggestion but smiled broader, “No one’s interested in a bard who sings about themselves. We sing of other’s feats and tell the stories of the world’s heroes,” she glanced at Atheia, “And heroines.” She sipped down the last of the Wurm’s blood while Atheia finished hers and then slammed it down on the table. “But! It wouldn’t hurt to be on the battlefield with heroes and heroines. I’ll take you up on that offer! Let’s go.” She hopped down from the stage and stumbled a little bit, the alcohol clearly having gotten to her. Tahlia didn’t skimp on her drinks.

The huntress smirked at her friend's enthusiasm. She led the two out of the Soldier’s Rest, walking down the street to the nearby barracks to drunkenly spar with each other.

 

[TheresaMelania]

Inya​

Location: Outside Emerald Palace
Interactions: Absurdisan FearItself ​

Outside of the palace, looking up at the massive and complex building, stood Inya the Demigoddess of Love in her true giantess form. She felt vague waves of emotions coming from the building, a complex mix impossible to decipher simply due to the number of people around. She felt Makoda streak through the air as the strength of her emotions rolled over her for a brief moment. Inya grimaced, both happy for Makoda and concerned at what news their father had given the generals. She was suspected she would be getting much busier soon, needing to reassure those who came to her and make sure the generals and marshals in particular did not become overwhelmed with the stress of their positions. But until she knew exactly what was happening, she knew not what to prepare for. Hopefully either her brother or Seijet could tell her more.

Minnel

Location: Inside the Emerald Palace -> Sky Paladin Stables
Interactions: FearItself PhantomSamurai ​

Minnel steeled herself against their father’s gaze as he looked at them each in turn to give his commands. “Yes, father, it will be done,” she murmured as he commanded her to take her Wings over the mountains of Symbol and to Hightower, home of giants. As soon as the others had received their commands and began to leave, she grabbed one of the magicite rods and headed for the exit. She saw Inya waiting but turned away from the demigoddess, vaulting onto the back of her winged cat mount, Nuyan. “To the stables!” she commanded. He sprang into the air, speeding upward and forward with extreme speed as Minnel manipulated the winds around them. Moments later they touched down softly on one of the many landing pads outside the stables and Minnel boomed, “Prepare your mounts and ready to fly! We fly to the aid of Hightower in two hours. Marshals meet me in the war room,” her words were ushered on the wind to all in the stables as she made her way to the war room to plan.

Silene

Location: Ports of Xorn
Interactions: Gravitys Momentum FearItself​

Silene stood next to where her ship was docked, its sails furled as the crew clambered all over the hull and the masts, checking that everything was ship-shape and ready to go. As usual, she sang as she worked and supervised, buoying the morale of those under her command. Her words lilted and flowed like the water they all called home and mixed with the voices of her crews as they worked. As their General approached the docks, however, she fell silent and listened to his command. It seemed something big had happened indeed and she was curious what they’d find in the Isles. “Finish the preparations,” she ordered the nearest commander before sweeping away toward where her General was waiting and the other marshals were heading.

Erra

Location: Medical Headquarters of the Dragon’s Bosom
Interactions: Open​

As the head of the medical division of the Dragon’s Bosom, Erra was an extremely busy woman. Her duties screening, triaging, and healing refugees on top of her duties to research and devise cures made for a lot of stress. And so did the number of refugees coming to them with extremely contagious and deadly diseases. They had set up areas outside the city to screen them before they entered the walls and potentially spread the disease. Kaiden, the Marshal of the Gate, had not seemed happy at all about having the extra concern if there were an attack but when she explained how much devastation there could be if a large number of infected people made it into the city, he had acquiesced. Fortunately, in all but the most extreme cases where they were already on the edge of death, Erra could help them. Several times per day she led groups of people, many on stretchers, into the city while using her abilities to suppress their diseases until they could get to a proper quarantine area where the work began to cure them. She worked hard, day and night, to heal as many as she could. They would need all the people they could get.

Kaiden

Location: City Gate
Interactions: Open​

Kaiden stood atop the portion of the city walls next to the gate, supervising his men and women below as they checked the refugees coming into the city and watched for potential threats from within the crowd of people and on the horizon. They never knew when an attack might happen, particularly in these times. Sometimes the refugees showed up with some monster or group of beasts on their heels. But right now, all seemed quiet. As he turned his gaze over the city, he noticed General Makoda on her mount Regi, likely having just gotten out of the meeting he knew all the generals had been called to attend. He expected then that he’d hear from General Ghett soon.

 

[ArchAngelLexi]

Ayla was laying on the ground in the stables. Her Griffin was resting its heas on her lap as she stroked it. The 2 had been out hunting in the woods this morning. She had killed a number of small animals which she had fed to Flint. Ayla and Flint were out for a few hours before they returned, only making it back about 30 minutes ago.
"Well i guess we're heading back out buddy," She said as she patted Flints head to wake him. She smiled as he stretched out into a upward dog pose before standing. He lowered his shoulders to allow her to climb up. "To that War Room!" With that she climbed onto her mount's back and making her way over.


Mikeal was playing with his mounts just outside of the stables. Bruce was lying on the ground taking a nap with Mikeal sitting with his back against him. The Manticore was snoring quite loudly as he rested. On Mikeal's lap Fionna sat with he flicking excitedly as she watched the other 2 playing. Spot, the Cerberus, running around tge stables with Star, the chimera, chasing him. With all the energy of a puppy the 2 had been going at it for about a hour. Spot grew was ready for a break and flopped onto the ground, rolling onto his back. Star pounced onto him and tried to continue playing. Realizing Spot wouldn't play with her anymore she ran toward Bruce.
Knowing Bruce wasn't a fan of all of Star's energy Mikeal stood up. Fionna jumped up and flew around them. Mikeal grabbed Star off the ground and held the squirming Chimera in his arms. Star wiggled around in his arms, twisting to look at him with all three heads. He chuckled as he saw the defeated look on Star's faces. He plopped her down on the ground and squated down to play with her. The moment was interrupted by the sound of his General's order being carried to the stables. "Well i guess we're going to have to cut things short."

 

[FearItself]

The Emerald palace===>The great gates
Ghett

As Ghett received his orders he bowed slightly listening to the orders of the others in addition to his own and attempting to see the bigger picture. However his mind kept stopping at Hightower. His home held nearly 15,000 of his giantkin, what could pose a threat to that. "Minnel, be on guard. My family lives there." he said as he grabbed the magicite spire and turned to leave out the grand hall with his fellow generals. When the doors opened he tilted his hat. "Sir Lancello, It is good that you are here, let us check on the progress at the gate shall we." despite his size and weight his steps seemed very light and careful making almost no noise. "You may climb on if you like. Otherwise i am going to jump and you can catch up." he crouched down on one knee and waited a moment before launching himself like a rocket into the air. Though quick and powerful his aim was true and he landed on a steel reinforced section of the wall, just a few meters from the gate itself. His landing wouldve been heavy for sure but causing very little damage other than rattling the steel against the emerald wall. "How goes the screening sir kaiden?" he asked checking over his shoulder to see if his other marshal had joined him in his leap
TheresaMelania Amyleii​

 

[LadyOfStars]

Aegrizora was a beautiful place and Maat was proud to call it his home, but every now and then something was destroyed nearby and ruined the serenity that he felt. As the water in his bath rippled from the tremors of destruction, the mortal sorcerer lifted his head up, emerging from underneath the amethyst colored liquid. “I should have expected as much.” He said while he combed long locks of black hair from his face. Briefly his silver gaze darted about the room, checking his surroundings. With the Demigod of Destruction as a housemate and superior, it had become second nature to ensure the stability of his surroundings before making any sudden moves.

When all seemed safe and the ceiling remained in the air, Maat finally climbed out of his tub. His copper skin had a golden sheen to and even his hair seemed renewed with its darkened color. “Oh to be young once more.” The bath he had just soaked in was a concoction that rejuvenated one’s appearance, allowing them to temporarily appear younger than they actually are. At this point in his life it was a biannual ritual that he never missed. The darkening of his hair, the revitalization of his skin, it was all worth the years of studying he had to put in to perfect the mixture and spell. With the flick of his wrist, all the liquid within the tub began to drain out into the pipeline. Opening that same hand summoned a large towel from across the room. He swiftly wrapped it around his body and then sauntered over to the balcony, it was there that he glimpsed the cloud of dust left behind by one of his mentors. “Now they’re just being careless.”

With his plans for the day already laid out, Maat quickly ran through his wardrobe and dressed in a somewhat flashy outfit. Azura was most likely up somewhere within the massive home, but his first meeting was with the sorceress and not her brother. For the time being she was his teacher and while he was grateful to learn from any demigod, Maat still aimed to be Azura’s student. With progress on his mind the mortal necromancer left his chambers and headed towards the great hall in search of Altera.

 

[AnonyMouse]

Quorra
Location: Xaxxis, outside the city walls​

Blood and viscera squelched under her steel-plated boots as Quorra made her way through the battlefield. The scent of decay and charred flesh still hung heavy in the air hours after the fighting had ceased. In her left hand, she carried a woodsman’s axe, chipped and cracked from hacking the hardened flesh of monsters. In her right, she held what used to be a longsword. Its blade was snapped off mere inches above the guard, leaving only a jagged shank.

She paused, standing before the brutalized remains of a large monster. Its hands were savage claws, drenched in the blood of many men, its back covered in poisonous quills that could fell an elephant. The monster corpse lay in a small crater, half-crushed beneath a flaming boulder launched from one of the city’s trebuchets, with the entire upper half of its body obliterated. Even now, long after the last siege, the stone still glowed red hot from the enchantments placed upon it by Xaxxis’s fire mages.

“Help… me…” a small voice said.

The winged demigoddess stepped closer.

”P-please…” the voice said in a whisper barely discernible from the rustling of leaves.

Quorra dropped the axe and sheathed what was left of her sword. “Hold on, soldier. I got you,” she said as she braced herself against the boulder and began to lift. “I’ll get you back to the city. The healers can-”

She stopped and her shoulders sank when she saw the man. Or, what was left of him. Only his boots and one hand could be seen. The rest was tightly gripped in the jaws of the beast. It had probably snatched him up moments before Xaxxis’s siege engines ended its miserable existence, leaving him to die slowly in its maw. He was long dead.

“H-Help… me… P-please… Help…”

The rage that had been slowly building within her finally boiled over. Quorra howled to the skies as she lifted the boulder above her head and brought it down on the creature’s body again and again and again. All the while, the dead soldier’s empty words still pleaded for aid that she couldn’t provide. No one could. His time was up. Today had been his day.

By the time she was done, nothing but a bloody pulp remained. She stood amidst the rubble, dripping with red. Sol. This was all his fault. The invasion. The monsters. These senseless deaths. Had he gotten his golden ass off the throne and faced this world’s problems centuries ago, these dark times would never have come.

“Is this what you wanted,” she hissed under her breath, “to be king of a dead world? Coward. You fucking coward…” The winged demigoddess calmed herself and began to trudge back toward the city’s looming steel walls. She would rather die here than retreat to the safety of her father’s barrier and his emerald prison. Power existed to be shared, not hoarded. They had the power to fix this. For four hundred years, she had tried.

With a mighty flap of her wings, she propelled herself skyward, arriving atop the ramparts, where the archers, mages, and healers were waiting. The brief flight gave her a few precious seconds to steady herself and find her center. This city was barely holding out. She couldn’t afford to lose her cool now. These people needed her.

She landed softly and her inky black wings folded away behind her back like a shadowy cape. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find any more survivors,” she said, her tone mournful, yet sincere, as if every passing soul held an immeasurable weight. “I’m sorry.”

“You brought back thirty-two, ma’am,” one of the healers said, offering her a cloth to wipe the blood from her face. Quorra graciously accepted it. “Anything more than zero is a blessing. Thank you. It means everything to us that you even tried,” the medic said as he bowed to her. “To think, a Daughter of Sol would deign to aid us.”

Through narrowed eyes, Quorra watched the small group of medics depart. ‘Daughter of Sol.’ He had no idea how much that compliment stung. After a long pause, she slowly shook her head and forced herself to smile as she addressed the remaining archers, mages, and soldiers atop the ramparts.

“Hear me and take heart!” she said, unsheathing her broken longsword and pointing its shattered blade to the heavens. Her voice boomed with the commanding presence of a demigoddess as she paced the ramparts. “Ladies. Gentlemen. Warriors, all. Know this: the next wave will come. It is not a question of ‘if,’ but ‘when.’ And when that time comes, know this: it won’t be your time. NOT TODAY!”

She stood atop the railing and pointed her blade at the expansive fields beyond the walls, where thousands of dead monsters coated the earth like a carpet of wasted flesh and bone.

“People of Xaxxis, this is not how your story ends!” Quorra declared as her wings spread, glinting white against the setting sun, beautiful in spite of the blood stains… or perhaps because of it. “See not a daughter of Sol. We are all Xemnu’s children. Know this: the Angel of Death stands with you! As long as there is breath in my lungs and Xaxxian steel in my hands, this city SHALL NOT FALL!”

Cheers went up all around her as every man and woman pumped their swords, hammers, maces, bows, staves, and fists to the sky. They were still howling as she descended the ramparts and sheathed her half-sword. Someone tossed a broadsword at her feet. And then a longsword landed there. And then another and another, daggers, knives, even shields.

“Haha, nice try, guys. You ain’t gettin’ off that easy,” Quorra said, laughing as she shouldered her way through the crowd. “I’m off to see a blacksmith, so pick this shit up. You’ll need ‘em.” She paused atop the stairs leading down into the city. “Maybe sooner than you think.”

 

[FearItself]

Iron City Xaxxis

The iron city was in a poor state, morale amongst the civilians was falling to piss poor levels and with good reason. The city was surrounded, ten miles out from the walls was the beginning of a horde so dense you couldnt toss a pebble and not have it hit three monsters before reaching the ground. It went out as far as the eye could see, even from a birds eye view. If one were to reach the far northern side of the mass they would find a gaping crevass with an endless stream of creatures bleeding out of it. As if they were the very blood of the planet.

All at once the horde started to ululate, yelp, shout, and chirp in response to something the spies watching would pale as the being floated out of the crevass. It wasn't a monster, not like the others that the world had dealt with. It had pale grey skin and stark white hair, with strange looking horns jutting from the top of its head. Its armor held faces in a state of agony which moved and moaned unnervingly of their own accord. Yet it was those damned eyes that were the most unnerving, it was as if the black bottom of a dark hole was looking back out at whoever was unfortunate enough to meet the creatures gaze. It spread its arms basking in the praise of the monster horde as its foul energy began to leak out and wrap around the nearest monsters causing their muscles to surge are unholy power flooded them.
~~~
Abraxis looked up from the reports from the gate, seeming to look through the wall in the direction of north. Slowly he put his pen down rose from his chair and magnetically called his sword to his hand. As he walked from his chambers electricity arced off of his body galvanizing the armor which sat on the stands, by the time he reached the grand hall the armor had set itself upon his pale porcelain skin. As he entered the grand hall the guards noticed the sword in his hand and despite his not uttering a single word they knew full well what it meant, the king was going to battle.

The highest ranking officer rallied the guard and by the time the King reached the palace gates nearly two hundred men walked with him. In the 5 mile walk to the wall nearly a thousand civilians emboldened by their kings purposeful march drew their own weapons. He did not turn away a single one of them, after all if he was right about what he felt, they would need every life they could get, besides...if the gate fell these people would likely see battle anyhow.

He reached the gate near the medical teams and promptly called the surviving officers to him with a gesture. Yet his cold lifeless eyes shifted their gaze to the demigod woman speaking with the healers. He tapped his hmguard and pointed at her, to which the man replied with a nod and ran to the stairwell to get her as her back was turned to them at the time. After her attention was gotten he finally spoke, and elegant and strangly hypnotic sounding voice.

"I fear we may have a more dangerous threat coming soon. I am sure you have noticed by now...all of our scouts are dead, they perished as i walked. They are well trained to escape and avoid conflict leading me to believe that whatever killed them is either very fast or very intelligent. Possibly both, they all perished within a minute of one another." as he finished speaking the ground began to tremble as the monsters began their next charge. They were far ahead of their usual schedule, in mere minutes they would be at the wall. "I require an escort." he said but without waiting he stepped off of the edge of the wall landing on the outside of it, drawing his sword and walking towards the oncoming horde as if it were just a leisurely stroll.
~~~
The Isles of Sidon

The lone dingy floating several miles out to sea with the flamboyant creature standing on it seemingly unperturbed by the waves was a sight that caused the Merfolk king no shortage of rage. Already a fifth of his navy had sunk trying to reach that damned boat. But everytime the creature washed them away in a writhing mass of sea beasts spawned by a few notes of his devilish flute. It wasnt that he was summoning them, no many of the creatures were just a simple tentacle or a lone horn. He was somehow turning the damned water into living things. How the hell was he supposed to deal with that bullshit.

In his rage he threw his wine filled chalice off the balcony only to have the seawinds blow its contents into a red spray on his face. This was insufferable, here he was, the killer of kings, uniter of the isles and among the most powerful mortals on the planet and he could do nothing but watch from his tower as this being made him and His forces look like fools. Words couldnt describe his anger. He decided to take a deep breath and went to get more wine.

At least the thing stopped trying to spawn tsunami's and storms. Those tidus could handle himself, but having the entire sea literalky turned against him was not. His day of rest neared its end yet still he was sore, he had spent nearly the past two weeks in uncomfortable battlefield barracks with his men who eventually insisted he rest. It brought back memories and part of him felt his men needed the break from him more than he needed to rest.
~~~

The iridescent creature smiled in amusement at the kings rage, sire they were miles apart, but for this creature that may as well be face to face. It had been so long since this being was on Parrune that it had forgotten how fun tormenting its denizens was. It silently watched its own shadow shift slightly as the day crept on and finally came the time for its next assault.

Putting the flute to its lips the creature began to sound a eerie yet beautiful melody. It wouldve been a real attention getter if it wasnt for the fact that its effects took more attention than the sound. The water started to condence and take a humaniod form becoming several thousand elementals which began their trudge up to the shore. The shouts of his army as they charged the creatures and the retort of the thunder cannons dropping their electrically charged payloads onto the shoreline had become a regular sound in these past months.

However the creatures of the sea had nearly been pushed back into the deaths when this thing arrived, and with it came wave after wave of this things constructs. Each wave was stronger than the last, and already they were taking huge losses. Looking to the sky he shouted "You just gonna watch? Are we not your children? Why have you allowed this to go so far?" he shouted furiously to the great dragon god.
~~~
Crastor

Queen Aria was thoroughly exhaused. For months she had been seeking the source of the armies immortality, ever since they fired the Wave motion cannon and wiped the army out the first time. Drawing another Purified magicite syringe she injected it into her thigh drawing a concerned look from her guards. This last month she had begun taking the magic steriod to mitigate the constant stress on her magical energies. Granted the situation did call for it, but the last thing they needed was for their queen to become a junkie in the middle of a fight for survival.

Her body was still sore, but she felt her magic replinish itself now was the time to buy some more of the prescious seconds they could. First she summoned her magic mirror, and from it came her pegasus mount one of the few beasts still loyal to her. She climbed on its back nodding to her captain who gestured for the archers to get ready. They had discussed this plan the night before, and she was confident it would work. She took to the air avoiding the projectiles of the enemy until she reached 12,000ft and no longer needed to worry.

The archers unleashed three volleys of tightly clumped arrows. While their queen preparred three seperate membrain spells. The first volley was the most scattered and as it neared Aria cast her toxic cloud membrane. The arrows passed through it unhindered but as they came out the other side their colors had shifted to a sickly green. Upon impact theu would burst into clouds of hazardous chemicals. The second volly was tightly clumped and seemed as if it would fall short of the enemies army. That volley passed through her Mass membrane spell and swelled up to be the size of telephone poles and indeed fell short constructing a makeshift wooden wall between the horde and the city. The third volley came tightly nit and focused passong through her Pyro membrane and being ignited.

As the fire made contact with the thick gas clouds a violent reaction ensued. White hot fire spread at the speed of sound across the horde, erasing the makeshift wall but not going much further than that. She smiled as she regarded the dust cloud behind her. Yet her eyes widened quickly as she saw a lance fly out of the dust cloud and continue climbing all the way to her, she was so taken aback by a throwing weapon reaching her all the way up there that she barely reacted. The lance penetrated through the entire pegasi torso and through Aria's upper thigh.

Crying out in agony aria steeled herself needing to now deal with her plummet, but first came the more important task, the one she had spent months on. Placing her hand on the tip of the lance jutting from her leg she shouted "Sneaking Suspicion." immediately her consciousness took her back to the Lances origin point. Where she was able to see several dull grey orbs emanate from the back of the creature under the cover of dust. Each orb absorbed the soul of a fallen monster and then reconstituted their body.

Gritting her teeth Aria pushed the Lance out of her leg with a liud profane shout, turning at the last second summoning a portal to the oceans depths causing pressurized watter to fire down at the ground, slowing her decent until she landed hard but not lethally in a puddle of mud. She shakily made her way to her feet limping towards the riders already charging to her side. Despite her pain she had a huge toothy grin plastered on her face. "Found the bitch." she said excitedly to the first man to reach her and help her onto his horse.
~~~
The Hightower

The mountain rumbled deeply as the giants let loose another rockslide from the summit. The monsters below advanced nonetheless, many were curshed and many knocked loose to fall nearly 40,000 feet to their doom below. Even still they came trudging forward the elders were being informed and it was with heavy hearts that they gave the order for arming the populous. Every Giant, Giantess, And Giantling would be given a club and armor, the weak would fall to the back while the warriors took the lead.

Giants were a warrior race, but those in hightower had enjoyed nearly five generations of peace and many didnt look like the fierce warriors who initially claimed the mountain from the unruly primordial so many years ago. Nonetheless the drums beat their traditional battle and the giants lumbered in tune with the rhythm occasionally beating their chests in unison or stomping their feet. The elders themselves walked to the lead each wearing their ceremonial armor.

Two of them stood on either side of the grand elder helping the over two thousand year old demigod giantess to walk to the front. She walked slowly and methodically shaking with the exertion of having to move her ancient bones. The drums stopped and the army feel silent out of respect as the ancient woman spoke a short but powerful speech.

"These who come would have die quietly. Yet silence is not the way of our people. If we are to die, it will be spattered in the blood of our foes, with the pride of the giants roaring from our mouths as if it were thunder. Wether we live or die History will remember the day we filled the Hightower with the corpses of those who dared challenge our great clan." she punctuated the speech by grabbing the spear of the young soldier beside her and tossing it towards the advanceing monsters.

The throw was honestly pitiful, yet the downward angle allowed it to sink deep inti a creatures face. The following roar of the thousands of giants drowned out all other sound other than the falls of their boots. As they charged downhill into the surging sea of monsters below.
~~~
Hovering just above the clouds the mounted knight watched the creatures flood towards the giants and onky get bowled aside by the hulking army. Tch. He sucked his teeth cursing his orders. Sure they were big but everyone else got millions of mortals to kill and he was stuck here dealing with a mere couple dozen thousand giants. He did however notice a seemingly weak old giant rally them all. Pitiful, false hope would only make them struggle more. He needed to deal with that. He pointed his spear at the elderly giant woman, and even from his distance of almost twelve miles he let fly a purplish beam of energy.

It struck true punching a foot wide hole in the giant womans lower chest. However much to his annoyance the old woman only let a defiant shout driving her dagger into a monsters neck before slumping over dead. The cries of rage throughout the giants army proved his assault had the opposite of the desired effect. "Fine...you can all fight until you die, it makes no difference, you Will all die." he said as his demonic Pegasus beat its hoof impatiently on the clouds below.
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Spoiler: Demonic Invaders

Xaxxis's Chasm Dweller


Sidon's Piper.


Crastor's Hellrider


Hightowers Sky devil.

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[Zariel]

Altera - Bringer of Serenity​

Location: The mystical tree Aegrizora
Interaction: LadyOfStars

Altera was stood at the front of the great hall atop a short flight of stairs. She watched over the troops that walked about the large room in organized groups. The ambiguous sound of steel and leather boots against the white marble floor echoed off the walls. Not only was the tree of Aegrizora her and her twin brother's home, but it also housed both of their troops and served as a base of operation. Admittedly, the demigoddess of creation did most of the leading herself due to Azura's slothfulness.

Altera's troops primarily consist of mages, though spearmen are placed on the frontline and are also armed with shields, healers among the mages provide support while the remaining troops are composed of paladins to defend the backline and flank. The composition of her troops was oriented towards a more defensive approach to combat. As an advocate of peace, she never wants to be the one to initiate an assault.

As tension filled the air, the demigoddess's eyes wandered the room in search of a particular sorcerer -Maat. She looked advertently among the hive of soldiers for Azura's only apprentice. Altera expected Maat to arrive at any moment, she knew he wouldn't miss their routine meetings, he was the punctual type. Of course, Maat didn't fail to meet Altera's expectations, he soon stepped into the great hall. Thankfully he made it easy to spot him, he was the black sheep of the flock, dressed in an extravagant attire adored by Azura himself, his youthful appearance maintained by a magical substance. His clear, unscarred, copper skin glistened in the light of the room and his long, luscious, wavy black hair danced elegantly at the slightest breeze.

Altera let out a subtle sigh before regally walking down the few steps to the lower floor. As she walked across the room, soldiers obstructing her path stepped aside to provide passage until she reached the necromancer.

"Morning, Captain, I hope all is well," Altera smiled, placing her hands behind her back. "Apologies for the recent tremors, though I'm sure you're accustomed to it by now. I'll have to reconstruct the mountain later, hopefully, it doesn't take too long. As for your training, unfortunately, General Azeroth has been summoned by the king. Therefore I expect him to return with news of the utmost importance. So until then, I shall postpone your training."

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Zeran
location: eer outside some place? interaction: (avoiding people) open?​

A long hall of gray brown stone decorated with simple architecture as to not take away from what was being displayed upon simple stone stands a small plaque each with a name a location and a date, a light shone upon each on yet there appeared to be no origin. these cataloged objects seemed random to a layman but to this places curator they each held significance in one way or another, what was this realms curator? A demigod but not the one you might expect, for the owner of what could be described as a pocket dimension was Zeran demigod of chaos, who for the uninformed seemed to be doing something entirely contradictory to his assumed nature making an ordered display and he mulled over his newest acquisition the cornerstone form a rather famous tavern that had been destroyed in a recent battle with the hordes of monsters and he couldn’t decided what collection He would put the stone in having spent hours trying to decided before simply conceding that it would probably find its place Amongst the other bits of tavern signage and other paraphernalia, another stone stand raised itself out of the floor as zeran attentively placed the cornerstone upon it standing back to admire what to most was just simple and boring, but to zeran a being that constantly spewed forth a chaotic aura, the simply and unchanging was a great relief. Zeran sighed he knew he could stay within his little sanctuary forever there was always a need for... some chaos. And with that, he left his museum behind reappearing in an open and mostly empty field aside from the few animals all experiencing the strange effects of zeran’s presence in there own random ways. “Well then let’s see what chaos brings today” he spoke sarcastically to himself

 

[Absurdisan]

Seijet - The Emerald Palace​

She watched as Ghett rocketed off toward the wall, unable to catch his attention before he left. A sigh escaped her - she was annoyed, but not surprised. It was a 50/50 chance that he would stay to talk anyway. Turning to Amy, she offered a defeated laugh and a nod. “You’d best be on your way. Ghett needs you more than I do right now.”

Another presence tugged at her sight, and she saw Inya outside the palace waiting for some news. No doubt she had seen her brother leap into the distance, and she was after answers. Seijet made for where she knew Inya was, though it took a good few minutes for her diminutive legs to get her there. Seeing her in full giantess form brought a warmth to her, genuinely happy to talk with her friend for a while, even despite the topic at hand.

“You’re late,” she called in all three of her voices, loud enough to reach the giantess’ ears from her low vantage point. “All eventualities said you’d have been here hours ago. Honestly, I’m not mad at this point. Just disappointed.” She fought to contain the smirk creeping up one side of her face at the joke. It was a losing battle.

Interactions & Mentions TheresaMelania Amyleii

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Gorb
mention: TheresaMelania​

the stroll through the palace for Gorb and his guard harlotek ended at the entrance to a meeting room, for this was one of the many reasons Gorb was sent to xorn since sol had wished for unity between all the cities of Parrune and as a diplomat gorb was here to attempt to facilitate that gorbs six hands clapped excitedly upon arrival a happy smile on his face “ok ok am I looking ok? I is not wanting to look back in front. Of queeny person yes? Yes?” Gorb said with a joyful ring in his tone.

harloteck sighed shaking his head a little but he could be too mad at the crab man "sir your looking great... no need to get too worried about it... now if you would please, we have a meeting with the queen" he said is a slightly grumpy tone

"ok ok i knows yes yes, thanks you for letting telling me i look goods" gorb hugged the lizardfolk with big crab clawed arms.

(lil rushed just wanted to get something done)