Fantasy The Worst Pantheon: Live and Reloaded (IC Thread) (OPEN)

[BlackCat-055]

Ocaeril chuckled quietly to himself, as he saw down in a chair, still holding the wine that seemed to depict the events of the ambassy occuring. Looking between both Tiamat and Inqui, he grinned. "Oh, of course, of course. I created Chakra mainly as a way to ensure magic is safer and open to everyone, while still allowing got physical activity. Now, it's a serious contender for the Winds themselves. Currently, however..."

Ocaeril looked at his cup once more, smiling, before showing it to both Inqui and Tiamat. "I am currently seeing my chosen work out a treaty for peace with Zhailving, the Empire, and the Jade Empire. Things are going relatively well...But the others are quite arrogant, I must say. Although, I don't blame their skepticism. Perhaps I ought to make an appearance..."

Ocaeril then had an idea. "Mother, Inqui, I have an idea. Why don't you help me with this endeavor? I'll allow worship, and for you both to meddle with the affairs if the treaty is made, and work alongside me. For now, I would like you two to help me to ensure this treaty goes the right way."

Inqui placed a finger on her chin in thought.

"Although I indeed want the treaty go the right way, I'm afraid I do not want to meddle too much in it, mostly because I don't know what to do, and because I feel like meddling would be out of my jurisdiction, apologies Ocaeril"


Inqui explained herself before fidgeting in shame and guilt at not being able to help her love out.

Ocaeril then nudged to Tiamat.

"Could you perhaps birth ideas in their minds about the treaty? Ideas that are genuine, and would show the good this would do, politically, military, economically, and so on. As well as make them calmer and less arrogant. The children of my champion have quite the bite with words...You could also summon creatures that would act great as pets and combat creatures, while allowing for development like me. Inqui, this treaty would also make sure your Incarnates would grow stronger and in a environment of peace. What do you both say?"

Meanwhile, at Konoha...

At Merle's response, Tuldor clapped his hands in joy. "Why, that is a great deal, I just say! We possess seals that use Space Time Ninjutsu, although so far, they are only useful for short teleportation. With your support and research, we could create the safest trading routes possible, as well as teach one another ways of Chakra and magic, while keeping our people happy with cultural exchanges from each of our lands. This is a treaty meant to keep the people happy, as well!"

Indra smiled, nodding to his father's words. "Ah, certainly, the possibilities for growth are many. Our combined power would be great, no doubt. Principally with the help of our gods. Our knowledge should certainly reach new heights, as well."

Merle smiles "that is wonderful! Because so far our teleportation is only either one-person only or needs a complex array of runes that needs constant reinforcement, hopefully if we can incorporate your Chakra and Space-Time Ninjutsu, we may be able to forumulate a prototype that is able to teleport large amounts of cargo, anyways the culture is...well to be fair, it is a bit orthodox to Camelotians, but.." Merle tapped their finger as they sent a message to their mother.

Merle:Culture Exchange. Should do?

Tanya: Details

Merle then continued on without a beat "say what would this culture exchange entail? Would it tie in with us teach each other our magical arts? As in you'll send in a veteran and we'll send you one too? I would like to know all the details for my report to Lady Tanya when I get back, but otherwise, so far it seems this deal is quite acceptable!"

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Celestial Speck | CutieBoop | BlackCat-055

The jade ambassador was clearly hesitant.

"I-I am... no royal guard, and while my initial task here may have been to prevent nekomatus from gaining even more power, this negotiation has peaked my interest and such childish activities would only serve to distract from the purpose of- this, uh... meeting... Excuse me a moment."

The Jade ambassador took a few large steps away from the Kohonians, joining his fellow ambassadors, with the exception of Merle, who at this time, was speaking with Tuldor. Given his preoccupation, he could not hear the group.

"We have seen much that interests us, p-please allow us to discuss a matter privately."

They huddle up.

"I'm sorry but can any of you hear that?"

The Imperial immediately answers, sweating considerably.

"Yes! I thought I was crazy! What is going on!?"

The Zhailving ambassador interjects.

"I have no clue, I've been hearing voices in my head this whole time saying this is a great deal! I mean it sounds like a good deal on it's own, allying with an island of sorcerers and all, but really, this is freaking me out. And now it's talking like my mother!"

The Imperial rapidly nods and responds.

"Really? it was telling me to leave and that I should be angry at these people! But then just now, I get this idea in my head that ain't mine, gossip and would my mom want that? It's weird! And look at Tuldor, anything seem off about him? Man just seems like a natural leader, like we should listen to him and follow him until the end. Had I not spoken to him I'd think him royalty! What is happening?"

The Zhailving ambassador scratches his chin for a moment.

"Maybe he's telling the truth? Maybe he really is a prophet?"

The jade ambassador cuts back in.

"Or, perhaps this sorcerer is simply trying to bend our will to his own. He doesn't strike me as a madman, but a ruler in the making. I do not sense deceit, and that is what worries me. This man can link two points in space with such little effort, who is to say he cannot put on some false glamour and plant thoughts into our minds."

The imperial pulls out a dagger.

"I say we put a stop to this right here! Right no-"

The jade ambassador grabs his hand and holds it still.

"Do not be a fool, none of us can hope to face these mages in battle, I see that now and realize I was sent on a fool's errand. Perhaps it best if we play along, surely his influence will not last once we leave this place."

The imperial responded,

"Agreed. Should we let the Camelot ambassador in on this plan?"

The Zhailving ambassador shook his head and spoke.

"Agreed, and no way, camelot has been the enemy of both our nations for so long they'd sell us out of pure spite."

"Alright, follow my lead."

The jade ambassador turns to face Tuldor, tapping him on the shoulder to get his attention.

"I have spoken to my fellow ambassadors and, needless to say we are all... *ahem*... Thoroughly impressed with your island. However, we will need to speak with our respective leadership before any treaty with your people is finalized, bureacracy and all... Is there... anything else you required of us before we depart?"

The ambassadors, aside from Merle, were clearly anxious.

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Merle smiled as they closed their eyes, they could hear the conversation between the ambassadors and looked at Tuldor and gave him a look that told him that the Ambassadors were planning osmething.

Dai Lee seemed a bit disappointed that he refused his offer, but nodded respectfully. "I see, that is understandable. You still have YOUTH within you, child, so, make sure you grow well and strong! And if you consider our deal, I wish we can fight someday, not as a way to prove ourselves, but as allies!" Dai Lee seemed honest enough. He was...A really old man, though. Anyone at his age would likely be dead or in a wheelchair. But he still seemed to be going on despite all.

Thank God he didn't call him a old guy. With how this guy talks about youth...

This of course happened while Tuldor was talking to Merle, and was in the process of shaking hands with him, not noticing the ambassadors talking with one another. Indra and Ashura were looking at them curiously though, Indra's red eyes analyzing them in case they decided to attack.

But soon, that didn't occur, and they came back to him. Tuldor listened carefully, and nodded.

"I have three things I want to ask, in fact," Oh boy, this must be important--

"First off, for the Empire, I heard you're all great farmers...You mind sharing some of your tobbaco with me?"

...Okay, maybe not. Still, his grin was clearly one of someone who's joking, or not? He soon let out a hearty laugh for a old man, before shaking his head.

"Okay, okay, jokes aside, it's two things. First off...If possible, if you ever see any sightings of...Marah Otsutsuki, my wife...Could you...Perhaps let us know? I have reason to believe she is alive and well. I wish to see her one last time before I depart. If you could do that to me, you'd have my thanks and respect."

Indra and Ashura seemed surprised at their father's words, and Dai kept a straight, although more serious face.

"And second off...I wish to give you all a few gifts, for at least coming over. Here, have these."

Tuldor then pulled scrolls from his pocket, and gave them to each ambassador, Merle included.

"These are summoning scrolls. It allows you to summon some of my contacts, the druids of these lands. They are known for using my Sage Mode- The druidic art I used in combat."

To demonstrate, Tuldor infused himself with natural energy in the air, suddenly getting blue tattoos on his face, his eyes and pupils changing shape and color too, before going away.

"If you're ever in the need of something, you can use these to send a message to them. You can also send it to me, if you wish. I am also technically a druid, at the end."

Simply a gift of good faith, in case they wish to relay a message or wish help with something.

"Still, it was good to see you all here. Thank you for considering us." He then bowed respectfully, Indra and Dai doing the same, while Ashura did so reluctantly. "The Tailed Beasts shall accompany you all home, to ensure your safety. Safe travels, my friends."

Merle nodded in gratitude and grabbed the summoning scrolls.

"I understand your concern Mr. Tuldor, as Lady Tanya was instructed by her benefactor to search for your spouse sir, and while I would take it with a grain of salt, we have been getting unconfirmed reports of a humanoid slime female somewhere in the mountainous regions in the north, but do note they're unconfirmed, I'd thought to share it with you at least so you can have some hope sir"

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Action #1

From within the aetheric bounds of the sealed city of Carcosa, and within the copper-plated spires sat a throne room full of linen of a brilliant yellow. While carved statues made in the distant past resembled various creatures within the World today. As plant pollen fell gently upon the almost mummy-like figure that donned robes of yellow silk and a golden helm inscribed various symbols. The fingers of Hastur moved once more, as the numerous wards and his very presence drew in the chaotic Winds for years. The corrosive Dhar being constantly pulled inward had caused periodic rainfall suffused with its pull. Which hadn't slowed down in the years after the disgusting and vile Vortex was created, seeking to calm the tempest. Hastur and his loyal garden began to chant into the Aether, using the Wind's drawn in by their will with Hastur directing its might. As the boundary between worlds was being broken, and in the days before Carcossa arrives dreams within the populace of the Feudal City-States. That held them before a Yellow Sign, and the sheer weight of Carcossa brought with it other hidden or sealed lands. Like that of Yharnaum built by Pthumerian, built upon the ruins of Loran and it built from Ize. Now awaiting a new culture within its halls once more built upon its bloody past.

Spoiler: Hastur, the King in Yellow.

As the boundary between worlds weakens, eldritch lighting lights up the sky and the Winds roar in a tempest across the coast of the Feudal States. As a land long thought lost came back into being, its gleaming spires like stars, cathedrals of worship, vast libraries and most beloved was the art museums millennia old. Alongside the vast garden that lay all around and about the city, including the landscape around it. If one was invited one must not fall off the beaten path to avoid joining as part of the Garden's feast. While baleful and horrific creatures roam the city and the landscape as its guardians Hastur's will and would sleep beneath the earth when unneeded, as they do now. As strange birds, a mix of plants, fungi, and animals, fly from the accused city to act as Hastur's eyes on this world once more. While he prepares the City and readies the Garden for visitors as well. As the tendrils of it weave beneath the vast lake unseen by mortal hands.

Spoiler: Carcosa, the Accused City

 

[Celestial Speck]

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Action #1

From within the aetheric bounds of the sealed city of Carcosa, and within the copper-plated spires sat a throne room full of linen of a brilliant yellow. While carved statues made in the distant past resembled various creatures within the World today. As plant pollen fell gently upon the almost mummy-like figure that donned robes of yellow silk and a golden helm inscribed various symbols. The fingers of Hastur moved once more, as the numerous wards and his very presence drew in the chaotic Winds for years. The corrosive Dhar being constantly pulled inward had caused periodic rainfall suffused with its pull. Which hadn't slowed down in the years after the disgusting and vile Vortex was created, seeking to calm the tempest. Hastur and his loyal garden began to chant into the Aether, using the Wind's drawn in by their will with Hastur directing its might. As the boundary between worlds was being broken, and in the days before Carcossa arrives dreams within the populace of the Federal City-States. That held them before a Yellow Sign, and the sheer weight of Carcossa brought with it other hidden or sealed lands. Like that of Yharnaum built by Pthumerian, built upon the ruins of Loran and it built from Ize. Now awaiting a new culture within its halls once more built upon its bloody past.

Spoiler: Hastur, the King in Yellow.

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As the boundary between worlds weakens, eldritch lighting lights up the sky and the Winds roar in a tempest across the coast of the Federal States. As a land long thought lost came back into being, its gleaming spires like stars, cathedrals of worship, vast libraries and most beloved was the art museums millennia old. Alongside the vast garden that lay all around and about the city, including the landscape around it. If one was invited one must not fall off the beaten path to avoid joining as part of the Garden's feast. While baleful and horrific creatures roam the city and the landscape as its guardians Hastur's will and would sleep beneath the earth when unneeded, as they do now. As strange birds, a mix of plants, fungi, and animals, fly from the accused city to act as Hastur's eyes on this world once more. While he prepares the City and readies the Garden for visitors as well. As the tendrils of it weave beneath the vast lake unseen by mortal hands.

Spoiler: Carcosa, the Accused City

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Somewhere within the skies of the world, Ocaeril stared at the little eye that had popped in his left hand.

The little eye stared back in an almost strange sort of curiosity, as his tattoos seemed to have changed once more, earlier this time, and surrounding it. The flow of magic had seemingly been affected somewhere within the world and caused this strange presence to be born. Ocaeril, frankly speaking, had instant memories of Arqua, and a part of him told him that he was slowly having enough of this shit. The Eldritch stuff was frankly speaking being pretty annoying as of late, and now he had grown an eye. Why is his body so susceptible to mutations?!

"God damn it," He muttered under his breath, as he closed his palm, the eye closing alongside it. "Just when I wanted to spend some time with Inqui..."

Ah, well, you couldn't have everything in the world, it seemed. Scratching his head, Ocaeril changed his forms once more to a particularly large bird, as he took off towards the flow of magic in the world. It was a bit hard to feel it, but if he concentrated, he could feel the 'winds', or, whatever they were called, and therefore, feel where a particularly large concentration went. That, and his body is a representative, slash map of the planet, he could maybe go to it without any troubles.

Please don't be Yimor 2, Electric Boogaloo...

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

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Somewhere within the skies of the world, Ocaeril stared at the little eye that had popped in his left hand.

The little eye stared back in an almost strange sort of curiosity, as his tattoos seemed to have changed once more, earlier this time, and surrounding it. The flow of magic had seemingly been affected somewhere within the world and caused this strange presence to be born. Ocaeril, frankly speaking, had instant memories of Arqua, and a part of him told him that he was slowly having enough of this shit. The Eldritch stuff was frankly speaking being pretty annoying as of late, and now he had grown an eye. Why is his body so susceptible to mutations?!

"God damn it," He muttered under his breath, as he closed his palm, the eye closing alongside it. "Just when I wanted to spend some time with Inqui..."

Ah, well, you couldn't have everything in the world, it seemed. Scratching his head, Ocaeril changed his forms once more to a particularly large bird, as he took off towards the flow of magic in the world. It was a bit hard to feel it, but if he concentrated, he could feel the 'winds', or, whatever they were called, and therefore, feel where a particularly large concentration went. That, and his body is a representative, slash map of the planet, he could maybe go to it without any troubles.

Please don't be Yimor 2, Electric Boogaloo...

The 'Falcon' Ocaeril would soon see within the distance spires upon spires of gleaming bronze, and other unnatural materials adorning them. While below they would see flora, and fauna unlike that of the mainstream forms of life. It was bizarre in form and function with mutations of the magical kind. Be that some kind of magical breath of fire, acid, or corrosive gases to that of metallic carapaces and wild tentacles. While the landscape turned and was curled in strange, mindbending ways that the life instinctively traversed with ease.

Though, the main draw was the central spire, looking the most elaborate and inscribed with various symbols from its foundations up to its tip. As the Winds were being drawn in great force though the structure, as vines of ropey flesh clinged to the spire and into the 'observatory'. Where the great panel of foreign constructions could be pulled to the side of the spire to look upon the starry eyes of the Cosmos. Which the King in Yellow was currently partaking from on his Throne, feeling out the Winds that had once vanished from the World.

 

[Selee-01]

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Zemrasil didn't move an inch as he caught fire. In fact, the fire changed black as it seemed to not even singe the lich's robe. Still, the light seemed to disturb Zemrasil greatly, as the creature simply raised a hand, and dimmed the light of the region around him to the point it was before Yimor's awakening. From his pocket of darkness, Zemrasil called out to Yimor, though not yet able to see his face.

"Yimor. I sought you out on behest of your daughter. I am Zemrasil, Bringer of the Decimation, at your service..."

The lich literally takes a bow, even doing a flourish at the end, seemingly directed at nothing.​

The colossal dragon bubbled and boiled, scales growing and warming along the reforming muscles.

/THE TIME IS NOW/
/THE WORLD WILL BE RESHAPED/
/WILL YOU ACCOMPANY ME?/
The Dragon took flight to the Hall of the Gods.

 

[Celestial Speck]

The 'Falcon' Ocaeril would soon see within the distance spires upon spires of gleaming bronze, and other unnatural materials adorning them. While below they would see flora, and fauna unlike that of the mainstream forms of life. It was bizarre in form and function with mutations of the magical kind. Be that some kind of magical breath of fire, acid, or corrosive gases to that of metallic carapaces and wild tentacles. While the landscape turned and was curled in strange, mindbending ways that the life instinctively traversed with ease.

Though, the main draw was the central spire, looking the most elaborate and inscribed with various symbols from its foundations up to its tip. As the Winds were being drawn in great force though the structure, as vines of ropey flesh clinged to the spire and into the 'observatory'. Where the great panel of foreign constructions could be pulled to the side of the spire to look upon the starry eyes of the Cosmos. Which the King in Yellow was currently partaking from on his Throne, feeling out the Winds that had once vanished from the World.

'God damn it, it's this again.'

With a 'sigh', Ocaeril would soon fly over to the central spire, flying alongside the magical energy, his Chakra seemingly seeping out of his body, letting out a yellow trail behind him, like a phoenix in flames, almost. His form slowly changed as he would then try and go inside the observatory. While Ocaeril had some minor knowledge of the winds and what they did, that knowledge was enough to tell him that they weren't good things. The constantly shifting tattoos in his body told him as such, anyways. And besides, he didn't want more eyes to pop into him.

Be serious. This sort of thing can affect the world. In fact- don't go out there by yourself. It can be a trap...

Chakra seeped out of his body again, as, in a small cloud of smoke and shadows, a clone of Ocaeril in his bird form popped again, though this was...Different.

For one, in Ocaeril's vision, it took the form of the same appearance he currently was on, and was completely yellow, with what appeared to be a dark shadow, or, smog around him. No features, no feathers, no flesh, nothing was on his form. Only dark lines, looking like a simple form of a bird, and nothing more, but even so, what appeared to be a beak that could open and close, albeit with teeth on the inside was on him, and occasionally, an eye or two appeared from his body to analyze the surroundings in case of a trap.

Flush.

Strange energy entered the observatory, not the winds, but something still quite powerful...Perhaps just as powerful in some cases, as Ocaeril's clone flew inside, searching for the source. For some reason, this place felt oddly familiar. At least in essence. He's sure he never came here before.

Meanwhile, the original body simply waited atop a building, watching from a distance.

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

'God damn it, it's this again.'

With a 'sigh', Ocaeril would soon fly over to the central spire, flying alongside the magical energy, his Chakra seemingly seeping out of his body, letting out a yellow trail behind him, like a phoenix in flames, almost. His form slowly changed as he would then try and go inside the observatory. While Ocaeril had some minor knowledge of the winds and what they did, that knowledge was enough to tell him that they weren't good things. The constantly shifting tattoos in his body told him as such, anyways. And besides, he didn't want more eyes to pop into him.

Be serious. This sort of thing can affect the world. In fact- don't go out there by yourself. It can be a trap...

Chakra seeped out of his body again, as, in a small cloud of smoke and shadows, a clone of Ocaeril in his bird form popped again, though this was...Different.

For one, in Ocaeril's vision, it took the form of the same appearance he currently was on, and was completely yellow, with what appeared to be a dark shadow, or, smog around him. No features, no feathers, no flesh, nothing was on his form. Only dark lines, looking like a simple form of a bird, and nothing more, but even so, what appeared to be a beak that could open and close, albeit with teeth on the inside was on him, and occasionally, an eye or two appeared from his body to analyze the surroundings in case of a trap.

Flush.

Strange energy entered the observatory, not the winds, but something still quite powerful...Perhaps just as powerful in some cases, as Ocaeril's clone flew inside, searching for the source. For some reason, this place felt oddly familiar. At least in essence. He's sure he never came here before.

Meanwhile, the original body simply waited atop a building, watching from a distance.

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Hastur Conversation
From within the dark corners of the Throne Room, a masked figure watched and felt the energies given off. Its clawed fingers twitched and scraped lightly on the Throne, and straightened its posture with loud creeks as the Winds continued to pour into him. As with a flick of a wrist and a tug on the enormous will of Hastur, the vines grew rapidly and thickened pulling on the metallic panel to a close, sending the room into darkness. Before with another flick, baleful dark purple flames lit in the numerous pits of ash held on little holders. That illuminated the room giving attention to the various statues of monsters even resembling a few from modern day, and put the spotlight on the occupied Throne with a yellow linen carpet.

Then Hastur the God King of Carcosa spoke in a language long since dead but the God understood regardless for unknown reasons,"Who enters the domain of Hastur, King of Carcosa, unannounced! If ye a Guest of low standing prostrate thyself before me, and if ye of noble or notable blood(descent) present thyself before The King in Yellow to state thy reason of approach." While the vines of flesh extended downward besides the ornate Throne, a small mouth forming at the base of the tendril. As the loyal serfs whispered about the Stranger standing atop another spire. As seen by the numerous immbeded eyes within the vines and felt by senses of Hastur's subjects and Gardens.

 

[KolastoRPN]

The colossal dragon bubbled and boiled, scales growing and warming along the reforming muscles.

/THE TIME IS NOW/
/THE WORLD WILL BE RESHAPED/
/WILL YOU ACCOMPANY ME?/
The Dragon took flight to the Hall of the Gods.

Helsa, the fire on her body put out by the wind caused by Yimor'droth taking off, got up from the ground. Various eyes sprouted on her tentacles as her expression became thunderous.

"Did he have to light me on fire?!" She snarled.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Hastur Conversation
From within the dark corners of the Throne Room, a masked figure watched and felt the energies given off. Its clawed fingers twitched and scraped lightly on the Throne, and straightened its posture with loud creeks as the Winds continued to pour into him. As with a flick of a wrist and a tug on the enormous will of Hastur, the vines grew rapidly and thickened pulling on the metallic panel to a close, sending the room into darkness. Before with another flick, baleful dark purple flames lit in the numerous pits of ash held on little holders. That illuminated the room giving attention to the various statues of monsters even resembling a few from modern day, and put the spotlight on the occupied Throne with a yellow linen carpet.

Then Hastur the God-King of Carcosa spoke in a language long since dead but the God understood regardless for unknown reasons, "Who enters the domain of Hastur, King of Carcosa, unannounced! If ye a Guest of low standing prostrate thyself before me, and if ye of noble or notable blood(descent) present thyself before The King in Yellow to state thy reason of approach." While the vines of flesh extended downward beside the ornate Throne, a small mouth forming at the base of the tendril. As the loyal serfs whispered about the Stranger standing atop another spire. As seen by the numerous embedded eyes within the vines and felt by senses of Hastur's subjects and Gardens.

The presence stopped moving for a moment, as it simply heard the words in the air. They were odd, frankly speaking. They felt natural to him, floating through his head as any words would normally do so...And yet, they had a sense of weight to them. A sense of dread, a familiar one...The words hit his brain a bit, and where normally a man would lose a piece of their mind trying to figure the meaning behind them, Ocaeril simply...Felt like it was a natural language. Yet one he didn't learn before. It most likely is his powers acting up...Or is it? He can't be so sure, it might just be magic...

No matter. It is time to approach...And use his 'true' form to show he's serious.

Then, before Hastur, tendrils of pure white, without any form or shape to them, simply being lines in the wind, came from the darkness of the halls. The dark presence surrounding them, like a smog, with tiny specks of light inside them, almost looking like space itself- the tendrils then formed themselves to a ball, that ball almost looking like a planet with stars surrounding it due to the dark 'fog' around it, and so on...Limbs and arms grew, soon, forming a figure with no face, eyes, or anything else, simply a thin line for a mouth, and Hastur's overall physique...Completely naked, and without the mask, a simple nothingness on his face.

Yo.

The figure spoke coldly, his voice sounding like both a man and a woman and Hastur, although in a slightly lower-pitched tone. It wasn't eldritch like him, but it was clearly meant to show the true nature of the god- a genderless, formless figure.

...Who am I? Well...I am the presence you may know as 'The World.' Or perhaps the earth, or nature, or 'The Author', or 'The All-Father', or 'The Father/Mother,' or simply...'Ocaeril.'

Or rather, its avatar.

The figure paused.

A smile with oversized teeth appeared on his face, although they were still human.

It's curious, I don't remember your city being built on my body, and last time something like this place did, one of its habitants killed half of the population of the planet. I simply followed the flow of the Winds, and was led here.

Ocaeril then rose a hand, showing Hastur the eye on his hand, and he could see some of the Winds flowing around him. A mutation, clearly.

So say, are 'ye' friend, or foe? I really don't wanna deal with an extinction event involving my children again, y'know.​

 

[Selee-01]

Helsa, the fire on her body put out by the wind caused by Yimor'droth taking off, got up from the ground. Various eyes sprouted on her tentacles as her expression became thunderous.

"Did he have to light me on fire?!" She snarled.

AWAKENER
YOU HAVE ALLOWED ME TO COMPLETE THE TASK MY PROGENITOR GAVE ME
THE WORLD WILL MEET FIRE AND LIGHT
THE NEW AGE WILL REMEMBER YOU
HELSA
THE OLD WORLD SHALL END THANKS TO YOU
The voice seemed to echo from within her, pulsing from beyond.

 

[KolastoRPN]

AWAKENER
YOU HAVE ALLOWED ME TO COMPLETE THE TASK MY PROGENITOR GAVE ME
THE WORLD WILL MEET FIRE AND LIGHT
THE NEW AGE WILL REMEMBER YOU
HELSA
THE OLD WORLD SHALL END THANKS TO YOU
The voice seemed to echo from within her, pulsing from beyond.

"...wait, New Age?! What the heck did I just do?!

 

[Space Buddha]

The colossal dragon bubbled and boiled, scales growing and warming along the reforming muscles.

/THE TIME IS NOW/
/THE WORLD WILL BE RESHAPED/
/WILL YOU ACCOMPANY ME?/
The Dragon took flight to the Hall of the Gods.

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DARK NARUS
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Zemrasil suddenly exploded into black flame, spreading in all directions and engulfing helsa. It didn't hurt, but it certainly added insult to injury. From the flames, an immense black owl appears, nearly as large as Yimor himself, and follows the dragon close behind. Meanwhile, Yimor approached the crystal sphere, separating his world from the other planets, and the moon. He was unable to pass through it.​

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Action #2

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DARK NARUS
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Zemrasil suddenly exploded into black flame, spreading in all directions and engulfing helsa. It didn't hurt, but it certainly added insult to injury. From the flames, an immense black owl appears, nearly as large as Yimor himself, and follows the dragon close behind. Meanwhile, Yimor approached the crystal sphere, separating his world from the other planets, and the moon. He was unable to pass through it.​

"...WHAT IS HAPPENING?!" Helsa shrieks in pure confusion, as the giant bird flew after the dragon god. Completely and utterly confused, she decided to just forget about this whole situation and return to her plans. Glitching through the code of the universe again, she vanished back to her island hideaway and began her next plan.

She extended her power outward to the Empire, commanding it to search it's territories for a corrupt noble. And then she spent quite a while narrowing down the ridiculous amount of results she got from said search. Said noble had, in his eyes, been wronged heavily by another, and was unable to react accordingly due to the position of said other.

With a smirk, she crafted a dark purple gem, and hid it among the nobles effects. Specifically, in a place said noble would expressively see it...and all she had to do was wait.

--

The nobleman slammed the doors of his study open, a expression of fury on his face. He locked the doors behind him, and then began wrecking the room in a rage. He ranted about some 'insult to his person' as he did so, before noticing the purple gem on the ground, having been knocked to the floor in his rage. Intent to throw it at something, he picked up the gem and prepared to toss it.

"Do you desire power?" A voice echoed. Something snatched the gem from his hand, and he turned to shout at the intruder...only to freeze.

Standing before him was a figure made of pure shadow, glowing green eyes covering it's body and a twisted, fang-filled grin visible in the darkness where it's face was. It's figure was clearly feminine, but the horrifying nature of it's body heavily offset that.

"W-what? What are you?! GUA-"

"I will grant you power." With a quick gesture, the violet gem was stabbed into the nobles chest. The noble froze in place as the gem flashed, and the shadowy figure dispersed into smoke that fused with the gem.

And then his world became FIRE.

--

Later that evening, people would awake to find that the house of a particularly influential noble had burned down. There were no survivors.

And no one knew of the monstrous, flaming beast lurking in the shadows, waiting for it's chance to strike again.

"BuRN...bURn EVerYtHInG!"

Spoiler: Fire Beast

(Note: Basically, Helsa just unleashed a horrifying pyromaniac monster on the world (but mostly the Empire). And she intends to make more monsters like it.)

 

[Churl]

Ickol Action 1 & 2

Still in the hall of the gods, Ickol continued to drink the mostly tasteless ichor and listen to the pianist.

“Hey, play...the...faster...one...again. You...know, kind...of...sounds...like...’duh-duh-duh, hmm, hmm, bah-bah-bum’. That...one’s...a...bop.”

Ickol sighed and reclined. Sure, she’s her bored and leave this place eventually this cycle, but she was actually enjoying her decision to just hang out in the hall. The fact most had left was a definite plus. Still, she should probably get up to at least a little mischief.

Hmm, there’s not a lot going on, is there? True, there’s Yimor, but not like that beast is going to be awakening anytime soon. She’d definitely know if he got up and antsy for some mayhem, no way she could miss that. The meeting with the diplomats? Nah, no intervention needed on her part, the mortals were bound to screw things up all on their own, and especially if the others tried to get in on protecting their interests. But what would be counterproductive to the greater stability of Ocaeril...?

Of course! The Youkai were being steadily exterminated, especially with the increased interest of the gods in them. It wouldn’t do to let such wonderful mischief makers go the way of the dodo (not that she hasn’t had a hand in the actual fate of the namesake birds) when they could continue to be a source of entertainment for millennia to come!

Down on the planet, illusory deer visible only to the Youkai would appear and guide the creatures to gateways into a small plane, a lie of reality. This ‘spirit world’ certainly wasn’t large enough for them to take up permanent residence within, nor did it provide them with the sustenance they craved, but it was something. An escape to jump into when they needed it. A place to spirit away the treasures they’d take, or for the more malicious lead the lost souls of mortals into for their own amusement. At the very least, it would make exterminating the Youkai that much harder.

Ickol sighed and lounged back in her chair. Wasn’t much, but it was something. Now to relax in this little paradise of serendipity.

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

The presence stopped moving for a moment, as it simply heard the words in the air. They were odd, frankly speaking. They felt natural to him, floating through his head as any words would normally do so...And yet, they had a sense of weight to them. A sense of dread, a familiar one...The words hit his brain a bit, and where normally a man would lose a piece of their mind trying to figure the meaning behind them, Ocaeril simply...Felt like it was a natural language. Yet one he didn't learn before. It most likely is his powers acting up...Or is it? He can't be so sure, it might just be magic...

No matter. It is time to approach...And use his 'true' form to show he's serious.

Then, before Hastur, tendrils of pure white, without any form or shape to them, simply being lines in the wind, came from the darkness of the halls. The dark presence surrounding them, like a smog, with tiny specks of light inside them, almost looking like space itself- the tendrils then formed themselves to a ball, that ball almost looking like a planet with stars surrounding it due to the dark 'fog' around it, and so on...Limbs and arms grew, soon, forming a figure with no face, eyes, or anything else, simply a thin line for a mouth, and Hastur's overall physique...Completely naked, and without the mask, a simple nothingness on his face.

Yo.

The figure spoke coldly, his voice sounding like both a man and a woman and Hastur, although in a slightly lower-pitched tone. It wasn't eldritch like him, but it was clearly meant to show the true nature of the god- a genderless, formless figure.

...Who am I? Well...I am the presence you may know as 'The World.' Or perhaps the earth, or nature, or 'The Author', or 'The All-Father', or 'The Father/Mother,' or simply...'Ocaeril.'

Or rather, its avatar.

The figure paused.

A smile with oversized teeth appeared on his face, although they were still human.

It's curious, I don't remember your city being built on my body, and last time something like this place did, one of its habitants killed half of the population of the planet. I simply followed the flow of the Winds, and was led here.

Ocaeril then rose a hand, showing Hastur the eye on his hand, and he could see some of the Winds flowing around him. A mutation, clearly.

So say, are 'ye' friend, or foe? I really don't wanna deal with an extinction event involving my children again, y'know.​

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Hastur Conversation

The posture of the Yellow King did not waver nor was perturbed by the form of the 'World'. As there were a multitude of things in the Cosmos that bore far more horrific or disturbing and distasteful appearances. The King of Carcosa then spoke,"You dare sully mine voice and visage!?"The King in Yellow put a clawed hand against the side of its metallic mask in consecration before continuing,"Hmph, though tis expected that since Carcosa left this World, proper respect for its King would be forgotten. So, for this once I shall allow this blatant disrespect go for our kindred. But, to answer your question, my sole visitor in a millennium, Carcosa existed eons ago till the hubris of our kindred forced departure. Furthermore I have no quarrel with you besides your excused disrespect based on the forgiveness of one's kindred."

 

[Celestial Speck]

Hastur, the Yellow King(The Writhing Cosmso)
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Hastur Conversation

The posture of the Yellow King did not waver nor was perturbed by the form of the 'World'. As there were a multitude of things in the Cosmos that bore far more horrific or disturbing and distasteful appearances. The King of Carcosa then spoke,"You dare sully mine voice and visage!?"The King in Yellow put a clawed hand against the side of its metallic mask in consecration before continuing,"Hmph, though tis expected that since Carcosa left this World, proper respect for its King would be forgotten. So, for this once I shall allow this blatant disrespect go for our kindred. But, to answer your question, my sole visitor in a millennium, Carcosa existed eons ago till the hubris of our kindred forced departure. Furthermore I have no quarrel with you besides your excused disrespect based on the forgiveness of one's kindred."

Ocaeril rolled his non-existent eyes. Man, this is one of those 'I'm the ultimate king, nyeeeh' sort of guys, isn't he? These are always a pain in the ass to deal with. Also, 'eons'? He sure as hell isn't that old. The figure crossed his arms, and let out a sigh.

Listen, I can't really control it. That's my natural appearance. It's different for everyone. You can see me as yourself, other beings will see me as themselves. If you want my true form, you're standing on it. I'm simply an avatar. I can change forms, but I'll stick around with this one for now.

And, I'm a god, y'know. Normally, I'd expect some more respect coming from a king. No offense, I respect royalty, but you and your kingdom are on my body right now. I don't expect any rent, but just please don't make the environment a mess. If you can make things better, maybe I'll even help you grow. My Sphere is evolution, after all. I raised most of the civilizations on my body with one of my aspects of it.
​

Golden, almost non-existent strings leading to unknown locations appeared on his fingertips. The Winds, and overall microbes floating around the air seemed to react to it in a strange manner.

All I ask is that you don't cause any major troubles like the last guy, and I'll occasionally help you out with growing. Do we have a deal?
​

...He did wonder what he meant with 'kindred', though. Maybe he'll ask him that next.

 

[Selee-01]

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DARK NARUS
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Zemrasil suddenly exploded into black flame, spreading in all directions and engulfing helsa. It didn't hurt, but it certainly added insult to injury. From the flames, an immense black owl appears, nearly as large as Yimor himself, and follows the dragon close behind. Meanwhile, Yimor approached the crystal sphere, separating his world from the other planets, and the moon. He was unable to pass through it.​

Yimor shimmered and faded into light, moving through the crystal.

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

Ocaeril rolled his non-existent eyes. Man, this is one of those 'I'm the ultimate king, nyeeeh' sort of guys, isn't he? These are always a pain in the ass to deal with. Also, 'eons'? He sure as hell isn't that old. The figure crossed his arms, and let out a sigh.

Listen, I can't really control it. That's my natural appearance. It's different for everyone. You can see me as yourself, other beings will see me as themselves. If you want my true form, you're standing on it. I'm simply an avatar. I can change forms, but I'll stick around with this one for now.

And, I'm a god, y'know. Normally, I'd expect some more respect coming from a king. No offense, I respect royalty, but you and your kingdom are on my body right now. I don't expect any rent, but just please don't make the environment a mess. If you can make things better, maybe I'll even help you grow. My Sphere is evolution, after all. I raised most of the civilizations on my body with one of my aspects of it.
​

Golden, almost non-existent strings leading to unknown locations appeared on his fingertips. The Winds, and overall microbes floating around the air seemed to react to it in a strange manner.

All I ask is that you don't cause any major troubles like the last guy, and I'll occasionally help you out with growing. Do we have a deal?
​

...He did wonder what he meant with 'kindred', though. Maybe he'll ask him that next.

The King's opposite hand dug slightly into the Throne, due to the disrespectful tone of the God. Not even to mention the indignation of being dismissed as a King, and a God. As it was the duty of the earliest of King's to spread the word of their patron, and in turn the Patron would respect the mundane authority that the King did in their stead. Which even Hastur himself had delicately balanced which authority he'd use with his subjects. But, Hastur recognized the opportunity of such a deal, even if coming from a disrespectful being. The King in Yellow spoke, "Hmm, the Kingdom of Carcosa has no cause for devastation as of yet. Thus this deal is accepted by the Authority of the God-King and of the remaining Great Old Ones, Hastur."

 

[Celestial Speck]

The King's opposite hand dug slightly into the Throne, due to the disrespectful tone of the God. Not even to mention the indignation of being dismissed as a King, and a God. As it was the duty of the earliest of King's to spread the word of their patron, and in turn the Patron would respect the mundane authority that the King did in their stead. Which even Hastur himself had delicately balanced which authority he'd use with his subjects. But, Hastur recognized the opportunity of a even if coming from a disrespectful being. The King in Yellow spoke, "Hmm, the Kingdom of Carcosa has no cause for devastation as of yet. Thus this deal is accepted by the Authority of the God-King and of the remaining Great Old Ones, Hastur."

Ocaeril Action 2​

Great Old Ones, huh?

Ocaeril smiled before his form changed once more. What appeared to be particles in the air appeared around him, and slowly fused into his skin, his body physique changing, now turning into a proper figure. White hair with snow-white skin, blue irises with no pupils, and constantly changing tattoos that represented the winds on his body. 6, black Orbs of that same strange magical energy floated behind him, as an eye on the middle of his forehead, that seemed to represent the movement of the planets around the cosmos, and something else...

He was muscular, although he wore long clothes that covered his entire body, and seemed a bit too big for him. He was definitely pretty, although a bit offputting, due to his horns, third eye, and lack of irises.

"Very well, King Hastur," Ocaeril spoke, pointing a hand towards him. His strings appeared once more on his hand and seemed to be leading towards Hastur himself. Although he didn't seem to have placed it there, it seemed to be always there. "By the power of evolution, your land shall be watched by me, and blessed, as long as you keep the balance in the world, and of all things!"

Yellow energy went through the strings and towards Hastur. The King could feel immense power flowing through him. His body changed, becoming less like a carcass and more like an actual human body, his mind and ability to learn grew, and he could understand beyond what he could before of the world. And his magic grew, the Winds becoming closer to him...He could feel this power all happen in an instant, as so, after Ocaeril finished, Hastur stood there, mighty and powerful, and Ocaeril gave him a soft bow and nod of his head.

"Well? Do you like it? Really useful thing, evolution. If you want me to meddle around your city more and help your people grow, you can build me a few temples, if you wanna. We gods communicate mostly with prayer, and temples act as a way for these prayers to reach us. I also know a thing or two about handling a kingdom, so if you ever need me, I'll come to offer advice."

 

[BlackCat-055]

It was the dead of night in Konoha, only the night guard was up as everyone else was fast asleep, Tuldor, after the tiring hours as he worked hard to break his back being the Hokage, he was at his and Marah’s estate, well now his estate ever since she was gone all those years.

Tuldor slept as always, on the side of the bed, letting the other side where Marah would’ve laid in empty, as if he hoped with all his heart that she would come back if he gave her space.

The crickets chirped as the stars twinkled, and in admist the silent ambience of the midnight song, a sound was heard, the sounds of wodd sliding against wood, a window was open.

A figure slowly went inside, lifthing her hood, it was Marah herself! Yet it was if age didn’t take her toll on her, as if she was the same girl all those years, but maybe that was because she was a slime, but there nary of even a hint of weariness that comes with the years, she was as spry as she was all those years.

Now you may wonder why was she like this, it was simple as that, recall as she fought against a dark incarnation of the First Heroine, it seemed that during their long and hardy fight, where she even activated “Shard Drive”, where she activated the divine essence in her, time worked differently as when the fight ended, it seemed that many years passed to her hours.

And now, she stepped lightly, nary a sound with each step, she slowly went to Tuldor’s side as she kneeled in front of him, carressing his cheek lightly and softly like a lover’s embrace, her eyes were narrow as she struggled to hold her tears, she then spoke.

“O-oh Tuldor, I-I’m sorry” her voice was soft and cracked, as she struggled to speak at all.

“I-’m so-rry th-that *sniff*, I wasn’t there for you, all those years, I-I was gone, missing you so long, letting y-you wait? I-I’m sorry, I’m s-so sorry! B-but, I had to do it, I had to go th-there and fight, I had to pro-protect you my love, to protect our family! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

Inqui let out soft heatful fits of sobs as she leaned her head against Tuldor, continuing to sob, she started to mutter. (jk Song Time)

“Oh my, oh my, how long has it been?~
To trace the lines on your face, no matter how small they may be,
Time has truly taken a toll.

Oh how long have you waited?
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there,

How long have you laid still in aaagony?
How long has your heart wrestled restless in anxiety?
Of meeee?

How much did your heart aaaache?
How much cracks can I count?

Oh long have you waited?
I’m sorry I wasn’t there

Oh how much you wept?
You know I wept too.

Oh how much you’ve searched?
When I wasn’t there at all?

Oh how much did you grieved?
In fear that I’ve died?

Oh how large was it? The gaping maw of despair?
I had it too, large as Ocaeril itself.

Oh how long have you waited?
Oh how long have you waited?

I’m sorry, I wasn’t...there”

After that, Marah simply continued to cry as she laid her head on Tuldor’s side.

Celestial Speck

 

[Celestial Speck]

It was the dead of night in Konoha, only the night guard was up as everyone else was fast asleep, Tuldor, after the tiring hours as he worked hard to break his back being the Hokage, he was at his and Marah’s estate, well now his estate ever since she was gone all those years.

Tuldor slept as always, on the side of the bed, letting the other side where Marah would’ve laid in empty, as if he hoped with all his heart that she would come back if he gave her space.

The crickets chirped as the stars twinkled, and in admist the silent ambience of the midnight song, a sound was heard, the sounds of wodd sliding against wood, a window was open.

A figure slowly went inside, lifthing her hood, it was Marah herself! Yet it was if age didn’t take her toll on her, as if she was the same girl all those years, but maybe that was because she was a slime, but there nary of even a hint of weariness that comes with the years, she was as spry as she was all those years.

Now you may wonder why was she like this, it was simple as that, recall as she fought against a dark incarnation of the First Heroine, it seemed that during their long and hardy fight, where she even activated “Shard Drive”, where she activated the divine essence in her, time worked differently as when the fight ended, it seemed that many years passed to her hours.

And now, she stepped lightly, nary a sound with each step, she slowly went to Tuldor’s side as she kneeled in front of him, carressing his cheek lightly and softly like a lover’s embrace, her eyes were narrow as she struggled to hold her tears, she then spoke.

“O-oh Tuldor, I-I’m sorry” her voice was soft and cracked, as she struggled to speak at all.

“I-’m so-rry th-that *sniff*, I wasn’t there for you, all those years, I-I was gone, missing you so long, letting y-you wait? I-I’m sorry, I’m s-so sorry! B-but, I had to do it, I had to go th-there and fight, I had to pro-protect you my love, to protect our family! I-I’m sorry, I’m sorry”

Inqui let out soft heatful fits of sobs as she leaned her head against Tuldor, continuing to sob, she started to mutter. (jk Song Time)

“Oh my, oh my, how long has it been?~
To trace the lines on your face, no matter how small they may be,
Time has truly taken a toll.

Oh how long have you waited?
I’m sorry that I wasn’t there,

How long have you laid still in aaagony?
How long has your heart wrestled restless in anxiety?
Of meeee?

How much did your heart aaaache?
How much cracks can I count?

Oh long have you waited?
I’m sorry I wasn’t there

Oh how much you wept?
You know I wept too.

Oh how much you’ve searched?
When I wasn’t there at all?

Oh how much did you grieved?
In fear that I’ve died?

Oh how large was it? The gaping maw of despair?
I had it too, large as Ocaeril itself.

Oh how long have you waited?
Oh how long have you waited?

I’m sorry, I wasn’t...there”

After that, Marah simply continued to cry as she laid her head on Tuldor’s side.

Celestial Speck

Tuldor was getting old, and he knew of that.

Day after day, he could feel his strength fading from him. He was aging fast, his power wasn't the same as it was all those years ago. He was becoming an old and fragile man, one that could only work and hope for the future. His day as a Hokage was soon to be over, as just in a few weeks...Ashura was going to become the Hokage. But, a part of him felt that such a thing would happen without his presence.

Tuldor's strength came from his Senjutsu. His legs only walked thanks to it, he could talk, move, and properly do things at times thanks to it. Of course, he isn't as bad as he says he is...But in the end, he's an old man who's lived far longer then what he normally should have. A man who loved his village, a man who, quite frankly, was lonely. Of course, he still had Ashura and Indra, but not even the power of youth could save Dai, and the others from the grasps of time.

He felt like that maybe this night would be the one.

Frankly, he wasn't sure if he was ready for it. He's not the sort of guy who expected death and wished for it. That stubborn side of him made him want to go on, to keep fighting, keep hitting Ashura and Indra on the head every time they did something stupid, and just keep his home safe.

His eyes closed, and he allowed himself to not feel anything for a while. Maybe it was sleep, or maybe he was just preparing for death. Man, he wondered if it was going to hurt like the scar on his face. Will he feel his heart stopping if it happens tonight, or will he lose consciousness before it?

But alas...Death itself seemed to hold off for a moment, as he could hear a soft, and familiar voice.

...?

Slowly opening his eyes, Tuldor looked to the side. It was hard to see without his glasses, but...

Long blue hair...A little slit on her forehead...And a squishy figure...

"Marah...?"

His eyes couldn't quite believe him. A part of him wondered if he died for real and was meeting Marah in the afterlife. To test that out, the man quite simply, slapped himself in the forehead. An audible slap could be heard, as he let out a soft 'ow...' Before slowly looking at her. Looks like that even in this state, he had a large kick to him, still... "Marah...It really is...You..." A surprised expression, followed by a face full of emotion appeared on his face, as a small smile appeared on his face.

"Marah..." It was clear she blamed herself. For leaving for so long...It must have taken a long time. And she even started to sing, too! Her voice was truly beautiful, like always...

...

Tuldor placed a hand over Marah's own, his Senjutsu activating once more to make him regain his strengths, and his more young-ish appearance. A smile appeared on his face, as he started to hum a little song over her head. (Not sing, she of all people knows his voice is terrible.)

You're... alone in the rain...

Been thinking of you...

You can't stop your tears...

When you stayed with me just before...

I wanna know...

Do you love me?

How long you had to wait for me

You can't think of yesterday

I got in a fight

When you saw me

I couldn't talk
and sprawled out on the floor

So it's too late

Oh girl, how can I speak with you?

If you could hear my secret

Now I really want to talk

It's a shame

But, did you know?

There's a way that you can find what you seek

You'll be stronger for real ​

 

[Revan4221]

The colossal dragon bubbled and boiled, scales growing and warming along the reforming muscles.

/THE TIME IS NOW/
/THE WORLD WILL BE RESHAPED/
/WILL YOU ACCOMPANY ME?/
The Dragon took flight to the Hall of the Gods.

Giratina the master of the Distortion World carefully watched the situation but the moment Yimor fully awoke he immediately screeched and opened a portal to Hall of Origin where Arceus was carefully preparing something and turned to Giratina.
“Yes my son?”

“Yimor has awoken! I have seen it! Along with a unknown interloper and Helsa!”
The air grew quiet as Arceus processed this information before suddenly the air grew cold as Arceus stamped on the ground and send out a telepathic message to all the gods besides Yimor and Helsa.

Celestial Speck BlackCat-055 Churl Barbas
”Yimor has awakened fully! If you wish to take action be my guest!”
​

 

[Churl]

Giratina the master of the Distortion World carefully watched the situation but the moment Yimor fully awoke he immediately screeched and opened a portal to Hall of Origin where Arceus was carefully preparing something and turned to Giratina.
“Yes my son?”

“Yimor has awoken! I have seen it! Along with a unknown interloper and Helsa!”
The air grew quiet as Arceus processed this information before suddenly the air grew cold as Arceus stamped on the ground and send out a telepathic message to all the gods besides Yimor and Helsa.

Celestial Speck BlackCat-055 Churl Barbas
”Yimor has awakened fully! If you wish to take action be my guest!”
​

Ickol Conversational
Ickol took a sip of the nectar and processed the message.
“Wait...what?”

What? How the hell has the dragon already awoken? Ah well, either this is a joke, a mistake, or the dragon has not sought her help, so she should just wait and see what happens when Yimor attacks Ocaeril. The planet or the god, she didn’t really care which.

Ickol stretched. Might as well stay here in the comfort and safety of the hall. It sounds like the world below was in for a rough time.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Giratina the master of the Distortion World carefully watched the situation but the moment Yimor fully awoke he immediately screeched and opened a portal to Hall of Origin where Arceus was carefully preparing something and turned to Giratina.
“Yes my son?”

“Yimor has awoken! I have seen it! Along with a unknown interloper and Helsa!”
The air grew quiet as Arceus processed this information before suddenly the air grew cold as Arceus stamped on the ground and send out a telepathic message to all the gods besides Yimor and Helsa.

Celestial Speck BlackCat-055 Churl Barbas
”Yimor has awakened fully! If you wish to take action be my guest!”
​

Ocaeril's smile and overall tone immediately disappeared from where he was standing outside of Carcossa. A slow blink came over him, as he analyzed the words that came over to him.

One. Yimor. Bad name. His grin already popped out because of hearing it. Second. Has. Oh no. The fuck has that asshole done this time? His teeth were gritting, he was already floating above the city, while his clone, the one currently with Hastur, simply blinked, and looked behind him, before looking and the God-King, and...

"Ah, maybe you'll want to cover your eeea--"

Third. Awakened.

The clone immediately jumped down on the ground and placed his two hands over his ears. A poker face on, as a loud and audible scream waved over Carcossa. It didn't break any barriers, thankfully, but by the Void Lord, it was ridiculously loud. Hastur might or might have heard the message, considering he was a fragment of the Cosmos, but...

From outside, a flaming yellow energy cloak appeared over Ocaeril once more, orbs floating behind him, as red energy seeped from him- The final and most powerful Gate opening. The Eighth Gate of Death opened. Ocaeril's power finally hitting it's limit, as the air around him was seemingly hotter, as with massive speeds, a yellow flash flared across the sky.

Stikes
Gravitys Momentum
KolastoRPN
Poetic Prose Master
The Void Ever Watching
Scrump_Diddle
VomitIcicle
Kingly K Duel
CutieBoop

Ocaeril relayed his own message, as well. Anger seemed to flow through his body, as his power was slowly increasing over time thanks to his Sphere, the 8th Gate, and his overall Chakra, and the Kitsune's own energy...

All of you, find me.
Together we shall fight.
​

Meanwhile, the clone looked at Hastur sheepishly.

"Aah...Maybe it's a good time to hide, or, prepare yourself for any apocalyptic events, your grace?"

 

[The Void Ever Watching]

Ocaeril Action 2​

Great Old Ones, huh?

Ocaeril smiled before his form changed once more. What appeared to be particles in the air appeared around him, and slowly fused into his skin, his body physique changing, now turning into a proper figure. White hair with snow-white skin, blue irises with no pupils, and constantly changing tattoos that represented the winds on his body. 6, black Orbs of that same strange magical energy floated behind him, as an eye on the middle of his forehead, that seemed to represent the movement of the planets around the cosmos, and something else...

He was muscular, although he wore long clothes that covered his entire body, and seemed a bit too big for him. He was definitely pretty, although a bit offputting, due to his horns, third eye, and lack of irises.

"Very well, King Hastur," Ocaeril spoke, pointing a hand towards him. His strings appeared once more on his hand and seemed to be leading towards Hastur himself. Although he didn't seem to have placed it there, it seemed to be always there. "By the power of evolution, your land shall be watched by me, and blessed, as long as you keep the balance in the world, and of all things!"

Yellow energy went through the strings and towards Hastur. The King could feel immense power flowing through him. His body changed, becoming less like a carcass and more like an actual human body, his mind and ability to learn grew, and he could understand beyond what he could before of the world. And his magic grew, the Winds becoming closer to him...He could feel this power all happen in an instant, as so, after Ocaeril finished, Hastur stood there, mighty and powerful, and Ocaeril gave him a soft bow and nod of his head.

"Well? Do you like it? Really useful thing, evolution. If you want me to meddle around your city more and help your people grow, you can build me a few temples, if you wanna. We gods communicate mostly with prayer, and temples act as a way for these prayers to reach us. I also know a thing or two about handling a kingdom, so if you ever need me, I'll come to offer advice."

The Fragment of a Psyche far vaster and complex than any mortal, and perhaps most Gods, known as Hastur, The King In Yellow, experienced something that his kind both abhor yet accept readily by their very nature. As the Cosmos's many Fragments were made out of ideas, concepts, and meanings were foreseen in both the past and future given their own driving wills. While the Cosmos shattered, its heavenly gaze dulled by the chaotic insanity that tainted and gave life to the collection of entities that collectively embody the Sorcerer. And they so rarely are forced to change, as they seek to perpetually act as their nature directs them to. As the essence of The King in Yellow was forcibly altered and had the concept of Evolution(Change) inscribed into it. It was an experience that defiled his core, altering it, but in exchange, he gained strength and rejuvenation akin to the day when he first set foot in Carcosa.

Spoiler: King of Carcosa

(Note, this is just a mock sheet, and does not actually reflect the Writhing Cosmos.)

Spoiler: Apparence

Hastur, The King in Yellow
Titles: The Unspeakable One, Him Who Is Not to be Named, Assatur, H'aaztre, Kaiwan, The Yellow Sign, The Pallid Mask, The Changer of Ways.
Sphere: (Eldritch) Shepherd
Aspects: Theater, Nobility, Decadence, Doom, Evolution(Change).
Role: Sorcerer
Associated Religion/Dogma: The rituals, customs, and beliefs of the various and varied followers of Hastur are diverse akin to artists. That can range from sermons extolling their deity, to elaborate rituals or customs, to whole festivals or routine activities done in their honor. Like recreating an ancient battle or event that the being took part in, sacrificing anything from simple animals, monsters to full-on human sacrifice, or directly interacting with an Avatar or temporary manifestation of the being's will conjured forth by its followers.

Hastur's followers are those drawn to Carcosa by stories passed down from starving Child to Child about the seemingly endless feasts, from Grandfather to Grandfather who faced the dreadfull beasts unleashed, Scholars, hearing stories of the vast library, and even the rare descendants of Carcosa's people. While the various nobility is drawn in by the prospect of allying themselves with the powerful figure of the Yellow King. Who soon become enthralled by Carcosa's wonderous and unknown to them horrific gardens, where the bodies of the people lay feasting beneath the grass-covered earth.
The Souls of followers can and are dealt with in a variety of ways, some are simply reduced as fuel or a component of a ritual. Others are allowed to be transformed into different beings, usually the preferred Servitor of the Entity. Sometimes, if lucky they'll be allowed to reincarnate with inclinations of worship carried over from the other life.
Personality: Hastur, the King of Carcosa, decadent, aristocratic, affable, and inhumane, who's garden endlessly feasts and engages in debauchery, as do his people. He also holds values and ideals like a King and distains the breakage of the customary protocol of nobility.

Backstory: Hastur, the Yellow King of Accursed Carcosa, an ancient city famous and beloved in bygone times, now it is a symbol of horror and madness. It was ruled by Hastur, an Old One hidden in decadent silk and porcelain, who held vast feasts and parties for various guests of Honnor. Where vast gardens of foreign plants and fantastical creatures roamed, maintained by serfs, whose fanatical devotion to their King held no end. Alongside vast libraries with legions of scholars and clergymen adding to it endlessly.

Before Carcosa vanished from the face of Ocaeril, a host of plagues and baleful creatures spilled forth, devastating their surroundings, while vile chants and prayers sung by serfs. As their God-King channeled vast magics, sourced from himself, hiding away the City from the outside world into the Aether, due to his Siblings stirring the Gods onto their kind. Where the decadence of their King and his people continued, the Gardens feasting on meat and bone, and creatures devouring their fruits in kind until the two became intertwined. Canossa’s people became the idyllic gardens of Hastor, only able to praise and worship their King and Caretaker. As of recently, the King of Harrowing Carcosa has returned, the Winds invigorating his spent will, beyond the debauchery of his Garden, as he seeks to expand his demesne.

Hastur's formerly decayed eyes opened once more, and his throat hard as he tried to find his words. This malleable vessel of flesh was improved in ways that the King in Yellow did not focus on, namely the Mind's hidden eye. As a sentient part of and limited portals to these Winds, borne from the Chaos of the Cosmos, they instinctually knew how to utilize it by purely their own weight, and reflection onto the continued improvement of their techniques. But, Hastur had neglected to improve upon his vessel, instead creating vile abominations and other creations to pass the boundless time of the Warp. As while the Winds were connected to all things in a vague manner, Hastur wasn't the deepest of divers into their own nature like the Ordainer of Many Facets, the traitor of their kin. Now he saw deeper into the Winds, on a level better then his previous inquiries had allowed him to, and thusly this deeper understanding could be exploited. All in exchange for being defined and defiled, by another by a God, not even the endless teeming masses of mortals who borne his concepts. He was angry, ecstatic, pulled in many conflicting directions, including that of Change itself, before he took hold of himself as proper of a King.
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