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

[CutieBoop]

Celestial Speck

Oomph. There was nothing the Kirin would find at first, but the next voice shocked her in a way that sounded... different. She turned around to face the other, who now gained a new forme. She analyzed, then speaking first. "Aaaaah?" (My son?) Indeed, he's changed, but he wonders what had happened. "Ahh, aaa.... aaahhh?" (Welcome home, but... what had happened?) She won't lie that she's happy to see Ocaeril again, but she wonders about the new change. He seems ominous, but she's relaxed. "Aaaaaaahhh aaaaaahhhh." (It could be that you are growing once again, taking new form.) With a smile, she gave him the hug necessarily, letting go after a moment to let him tell what happened.

 

[Space Buddha]

Ickol Interrogational


...Huh. What is with this creature?

“So, if...I’m...interpreting...this...right, you...are...after... hm, Inqui Rey? Which...would...make...the...’blonde...she...nabbed’..., oh. Right, there...was...an...insolent...immortal...girl...with...her...all...this...time. The...leader...of...Camelot. Okay, why...do...you...seek...her? And...where...might...we...find...Zemrasil?”

"YEAH THOSE TWO MOTHERFUCKING NOGGLEFLOGGERS. ME AND MY CLOACA-FLORKING FEATHER FRIEND CAME HERE TO GET THAT ASSHAT BACK HOME. AND DON'T ASK ME WHERE MY FUCKING FLORK-BUDDY IS, HE PLAYS BY HIS OWN RULES."

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[Churl]

"YEAH THOSE TWO MOTHERFUCKING NOGGLEFLOGGERS. ME AND MY CLOACA-FLORKING FEATHER FRIEND CAME HERE TO GET THAT ASSHAT BACK HOME. AND DON'T ASK ME WHERE MY FUCKING FLORK-BUDDY IS, HE PLAYS BY HIS OWN RULES."

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Ickol Interrogational

“Interesting. And...is...there...a...way...to...contact...him? Also, what...is...your...relation...to...Tanya? You...seem...dismissive, so...I...take...it...someone...else...sent...you...after...her? And...what...do...you...know...about...Inqui? Or...Joe, I...know...he...came...from...wherever...Inqui...did.”

 

[Celestial Speck]

Celestial Speck

Oomph. There was nothing the Kirin would find at first, but the next voice shocked her in a way that sounded... different. She turned around to face the other, who now gained a new forme. She analyzed, then speaking first. "Aaaaah?" (My son?) Indeed, he's changed, but he wonders what had happened. "Ahh, aaa.... aaahhh?" (Welcome home, but... what had happened?) She won't lie that she's happy to see Ocaeril again, but she wonders about the new change. He seems ominous, but she's relaxed. "Aaaaaaahhh aaaaaahhhh." (It could be that you are growing once again, taking new form.) With a smile, she gave him the hug necessarily, letting go after a moment to let him tell what happened.

The man shook his head at Tiamat's question. A small gap in reality was made, as the man somehow sat on it. He offered Tiamat to do the same, still holding his umbrella for her to be under. "...Hah, I wish. It's a bit more complicated then that. Zyr'abataoth...Planned for his death. And Ocaeril was the one who killed him-- the response to the death of gods in the hands of another is too great. Their souls fuse, memories, powers, Spheres...And I came from it." He said, as with a free hand, he pulled a small bottle of cheap booze again, drinking from it.

"Ocaeril and Zyr aren't dead. At least, Ocaeril isn't. This body is still his-- he now just shares both his and Zyr's soul, which is...Who you're seeing now. The new Ocaeril. The new Zyr. Just...Me. Thankfully, Ocaeril won, so he's more in control. But..."

Another shot of whiskey. An apologetic look. "...I should have told you, I'm sorry. I didn't want you coming in and getting between their fight-- our fight. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Because...Even if Zyr won, he would become kind and compassionate like Ocaeril. That was his plan. Live and hold Zyr inside of him as one, or die and make the dragon of the night feel emotion."

Closing his eyes, he tilted his head at Tiamat, smiling. "...It's convuluted as hell, but at the end of the day-- he won. Your son is still here. Just...Different. I'm sorry for the lie. I just didn't want to see you hurt, mom."

 

[CutieBoop]

Celestial Speck

Tiamat went under the umbrella, sitting down on the other gap as she had listened closely. Zyr'abataoth had planned his own death, then Ocaeril killed him. They fought to the death then Ocaeril got the opportunity to absorb him. She had to think deep on it, before she responded, "Aaah, aaa. Aaaah, aaa..." (It is fine, my child. I am not mad. I just...) As she thinks, with a clawed hand to her chin, she looked to the man. "Aaaaahh. Ahhhhh aahhhh. Aaaaah, aaaahhhh aaaa. Aaa, aaa. Aaaaaahhh." (Do not be sorry. I'll always forgive you. You won a personal battle, and I don't remember if I felt any pain if you took damage during it. Frustration, yes. I lacked ideas for new creation.) Though, she did get solemn for another thought.

"Aaaah, aaaa? Aaah, aaaaaah, aaaahhhhhh?" (We fought the light dragon, did we not? If Yimor was absorbed, and Zyr had been absorbed within your hands, wouldn't it mean they are technically family now?) Then she was silent. She did get hurt, but it was a important battle to preserve life in the case of Yimor. Zyr, she may not have seen much of. If she had hurt family before, sometimes it could be for the sake of protecting the family that still mattered. Even so... she didn't necessarily like the idea of family being hurt again. It's fine right now, but still...

"... Aaahhh. Aaahhhh." (... I plan to make a new creation soon. It will be two counterparts to one being.) The idea will be a way to interact with family and to observe the world and its bliss and pain. Though there is a bit of a problem. "Aaaaahhhh, aaahhh." (I don't know if they can replicate them, if the two dragons were like family to us.) If they were like family, then that might be a problem to the religion as well. Lots of things are complicated when it comes to this situation.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Celestial Speck

Tiamat went under the umbrella, sitting down on the other gap as she had listened closely. Zyr'abataoth had planned his own death, then Ocaeril killed him. They fought to the death then Ocaeril got the opportunity to absorb him. She had to think deep on it, before she responded, "Aaah, aaa. Aaaah, aaa..." (It is fine, my child. I am not mad. I just...) As she thinks, with a clawed hand to her chin, she looked to the man. "Aaaaahh. Ahhhhh aahhhh. Aaaaah, aaaahhhh aaaa. Aaa, aaa. Aaaaaahhh." (Do not be sorry. I'll always forgive you. You won a personal battle, and I don't remember if I felt any pain if you took damage during it. Frustration, yes. I lacked ideas for new creation.) Though, she did get solemn for another thought.

"Aaaah, aaaa? Aaah, aaaaaah, aaaahhhhhh?" (We fought the light dragon, did we not? If Yimor was absorbed, and Zyr had been absorbed within your hands, wouldn't it mean they are technically family now?) Then she was silent. She did get hurt, but it was a important battle to preserve life in the case of Yimor. Zyr, she may not have seen much of. If she had hurt family before, sometimes it could be for the sake of protecting the family that still mattered. Even so... she didn't necessarily like the idea of family being hurt again. It's fine right now, but still...

"... Aaahhh. Aaahhhh." (... I plan to make a new creation soon. It will be two counterparts to one being.) The idea will be a way to interact with family and to observe the world and its bliss and pain. Though there is a bit of a problem. "Aaaaahhhh, aaahhh." (I don't know if they can replicate them, if the two dragons were like family to us.) If they were like family, then that might be a problem to the religion as well. Lots of things are complicated when it comes to this situation.

The man seemed to tilt his head every so slowly at the mention of Zyr and Yimor being family. His mouth meeting with the bottle of cheap booze he brought over with him as he held the umbrella. "Yes, they are family, because Zyr is Ocaeril, and Yimor is Inqui. They are as related to you as Ocaeril is related to you." The man said, as Kirin was resting it's head peacefully on his lap.

However...Her second statement caused the man to pause in his tracks, midway through taking a swing of his bottle. Did she...Did she know of Oen? No, that was impossible. Tiamat never heard of Oen before. She has no reason to believe Zyr and Yimor weren't just brothers that were related...It was a coincidence, certainly.

"Yimor was a genocidal maniac and Zyr was someone who wanted to cause all the gods to be reborn in new beings by trapping all mortal souls in his realm. To say I would welcome them with open arms again is a lie, mother." His words were cold as ice, and blunt. A bit uncharacteristic to Ocaeril, but they held some manner of truth in them, of Tiamat looked deeper. "...Sometimes it's best to...Let go of those who dissappeared in the past. These beings, you can create them, although please...Let Zyr and Yimor stay in the past. They caused enough pain, create new beings, new family. I'm sorry for my words, but replicating them is...Not a good idea. We can 'honor' their memory, but bringing them back...? I simply cannot agree to it."

 

[CutieBoop]

Celestial Speck

She had to expect it as much. Though, no, she does not know of Oen. "Aaah." (Of course.) They're somewhat like family, but it wasn't the goal of the creation. She shook her head, as to say, no, it is not the real Yimor and Zyr. They just don't have good names. "Ahhhhhhh. Aaah, aaah aaa, aahhh." (I plan to make new children from my scales. One of paradise, and another to follow its steps, demiurge.) Shush, their names were gonna be based on their goals. It's a balance of Tiamat's personalities. Again, troublesome. "Aaaaahhhh, aaah, aaahhh. Aaah, aaaaaahhh. Aaaah, aaahh... aaahhh aaaaa. Aaaaaah, aaahhhh." (I understand two things, that life is part of us, as much as pain. They start as children, growing to be my emotions. But if the time is not right... I may not make that beginning. That is the problem with beginning new ideas, my child.) And with it she frowned. It would be a beginner's block that describes the want to make anything, but not planning it right. Plus it could be beneficial or harmful; very unpredictable. "Aaaah aaaahhhh. Aaaahhh aaaahhh ahh. Aaaah aaaahh..." (I'm sorry if this idea would be problematic to this world. Of course I'll let the two rest. The past is the past...)

Of course she'd still consider the world. If a beginning were to go bad then the world could've been in danger. Or, she has been worrying too much and needs to relax before making a new creation at the right time. Either beginner's block, or god-mother anxiety. ... Or the past would be haunting her.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Celestial Speck

She had to expect it as much. Though, no, she does not know of Oen. "Aaah." (Of course.) They're somewhat like family, but it wasn't the goal of the creation. She shook her head, as to say, no, it is not the real Yimor and Zyr. They just don't have good names. "Ahhhhhhh. Aaah, aaah aaa, aahhh." (I plan to make new children from my scales. One of paradise, and another to follow its steps, demiurge.) Shush, their names were gonna be based on their goals. It's a balance of Tiamat's personalities. Again, troublesome. "Aaaaahhhh, aaah, aaahhh. Aaah, aaaaaahhh. Aaaah, aaahh... aaahhh aaaaa. Aaaaaah, aaahhhh." (I understand two things, that life is part of us, as much as pain. They start as children, growing to be my emotions. But if the time is not right... I may not make that beginning. That is the problem with beginning new ideas, my child.) And with it she frowned. It would be a beginner's block that describes the want to make anything, but not planning it right. Plus it could be beneficial or harmful; very unpredictable. "Aaaah aaaahhhh. Aaaahhh aaaahhh ahh. Aaaah aaaahh..." (I'm sorry if this idea would be problematic to this world. Of course I'll let the two rest. The past is the past...)

Of course she'd still consider the world. If a beginning were to go bad then the world could've been in danger. Or, she has been worrying too much and needs to relax before making a new creation at the right time. Either beginner's block, or god-mother anxiety. ... Or the past would be haunting her.

Looking at his mother, the yet unnamed combination of the two gods would stare at her. A small and soft smile came from his lips, as he soon let go of his umbrella-- the object seemingly staying afloat on top of Tiamat. Pulling something from his pocket, he now held a small paper note in his hands.

"Nobody is truly asking anything from you, Tiamat." The man said, as the seemingly high-quality paper was now on her hands with a modern pencil for writing. "My vision goes as far as to see the past and the future. And I will say, the latter is unpredictable. Some things will be truly good for you, others not as much, I'm afraid. But if you don't try stagnancy will take a hold over you."

Getting up from the Gap and grabbing his umbrella again, he held it over his shoulder, as he smiled sweetly at the Mother Sea. "You show care, you show worry, you put your thought into things. Sometimes, we cannot truly grasp perfection, but don't think you truly need only to work on your actions to affect the world. Sometimes...It's best to simply watch. Mortals are exquisite creatures. Put your trust into them. You may be a god, but you're not inhuman. And that's that little humanity within all of us that causes gods to be so interesting."

The man slowly walked away, but not before approaching Tiamat, and pulling her closer, putting his forehead onto hers in a display of affection to his mother.

"And you're the most humane I've ever met. Don't lose that, mom."

With a kiss on her forehead, the man disappeared, as Kirin looked up at Tiamat with a small 'coo', rubbing his head on her hands.

 

[KolastoRPN]

Helsa Action #3

Helsa, Goddess of Corruption. Queen of Darkness. Sin's Leader. This was a being that could literally be called the epitome of evil and sin on Ocaeril, an unholy entity that would do anything for power.

"Bringsh me shome more! Your goddessh commandsh it!"

And right now, she was drunk off her ass. She had literally forced her entire cult to bring her all the alcohol they had on the island. Including the really experimental stuff that some of the cultists were brewing up out of boredom.

It would not be inaccurate that there was no one drunker than her right now.

As she downed another entire bottle of alcohol in a single shot, her extremely slurred thoughts brewed.

Dhamn itsh, what the hell ish going on? Firsht, a blond dude in a shtupid poorple outfitsh showsh up in mah thron rum-ooh, rum shounds like a ghood ideah-and tellsh me shome really confudin shtuff. It may be becaushe I am SHO drunk righsht now, but hish wordsh are weird in mah memory. Like, Ocaeril and Zyr shmacked each other with fushes and did shomething home-root-eyeic and caushed a desshert? I dunno.

Helsa downed yet another bottle of alcohol, and looked at the surface in thought.

...Ocaeril. Why? Why doesh he worre about me? Imsh the Goddesh of Corruption! The BIGGESHT bitch in all exishtence. And plant-boi carshe about me. And...sho doesh Inqui. But she's the Goddesh of Heroesh! The biggesht goodie-god ever shince the Void Dude made ush!

Why? Why do they care? Why can't they hate me like the resht? Why are they sho NICE?!

Helsa slumped back in her throne, her mind a storm of drunken self-doubt and confusion. She had always been a horrible person ever since she was created, and the very idea of someone being nice to her was foreign. While she hid it under a cover of pride and jerkiness, everything Inqui and Ocaeril had done for her had left her self-image confused and cracked.

And then Helsa asked herself one question that shattered it, even temporarily.

I...I am Corruption...rigsht?

The sheer emotion and self-doubt in that line shot through Helsa's mind, and her drunken state chose to interpret it in a specific way.

Rage. She slammed her hand on the throne's arm, the sheer force of it cracking the stone into many shards.

Yesh. YESH, I AM CORRUPTION! Thoshe goodie-pantshes are meshshshing withs my head! Making me think schtuff that ishn't me! Oy, corruption schtuff! Do shomething about it!

Helsa's drunken mind reached out to her powers with the extremely vague order of 'Do something about it!", and her powers responded. This time, however, the powers reached into two places. One tendril dipped into the Dreamlands, gathering negativity in order to create a new Shadow. The other, however, reached into the mind of Helsa, latching onto the most likely candidate for 'it'. Specifically, Helsa's shattered self-image and doubt. The corruption wrapped around that metaphysical thought, copying everything from it before withdrawing from the thought, leaving it confused and scattered.

The copy of Self-Doubt traveled along the tendrils (metaphysically), before ending up in the Dreamlands. Due to her drunkeness, she would remember none of this, nor would she know that all of her powers had been used for that cycle.

She would be too busy nursing the Mother of ALL hangovers for the rest of this cycle.

Meanwhile, in the present, Helsa looked at one of the bottles she still had, and an idea struck her.

"Thish idea ish gonna rocksh!" She slurred, grabbing the bottle and getting up.

-Meanwhile, in the Dreamlands-

Helsa's power gathered in a single point, a twister of shadow and negativity clumped together in a monstrous storm. Here in the Dreamlands, negativity could exist in a physical and nightmarish form. Screaming and roaring with pain, hatred, and grief, it was on the edge of becoming something powerful and dark.

It was somewhat poetic that the negativity of the Goddess of Corruption was that last bit to push it over.

The negativity converged on a single point, the screeches and roars fading away into a nightmarish laugher. Black lightning crackled over the sphere of darkness, red lights shining out of it's depths as it solidified. A solid sphere of dark energy floated in the air.

And then it fell to the ground and snapped open, black gunk spilling everywhere. A gaunt, twisted claw reached out of the sphere's remains, another pulling itself out as two bat wings spread wide behind the figure. With a flap of those wings, the remains of the orb were turned to smoke, the smog gathering around the figure like a cloak.

"Hmm...how interesting..." The hidden beast growled, a sickening crack sounding from it's body as it stretched. This figure knew everything about it's creation. What it was, who it was born from, and how it was made in the first place.

"...I was made in a drunk accident?! Seriously?!" The figure facepalmed, it's claw meeting a mirrored mask in exasperation. "Well, I am never going to mention this to anyone. So embarrassing..."

"Anyway, I don't really have anything to do. That...extremely vague order from Helsa basically allows me to do whatever I want, as long as I'm not caught. So..."

A fanged grin spread underneath it's mask.

"Let's wreak some havoc on the mortals and the gods, shall we?"

The black smog began to swirl around the figure.

"Of course, I'll need a name...hmm...ah, I've got it!"

The smog swirled into a outright twister, the darkness obscuring it's form even further.

"I am..."

The smoke burst into a blast of darkness, vanishing into thin air along with the figure. But it's last word echoed for a few moments, the declaration of what, of who this creature was resonated.

"ASTAROTH."

-Meanwhile, Back With the Cult-

A nondescript cultist in robes stood outside the doors of Helsa's throne room, looking bored. Then another stumbled outward, looking very disgusted.

"What's with your face?"

"I...have seen things...that cannot be unseen!"

"...walk it off." The nondescript cultist said as the disgusted one slumped. Having nothing else to do, however, the nondescript one looked into the throne room, seeing exactly what his goddess was doing.

"...huh, might want to try that out sometime."

*HURK*

And it seems that line was too much for the disgusted cultist's stomach, which promptly gave out.

"Oy! Not on the carpet!"

 

[Celestial Speck]

???, Action 3: New Beginnings
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The world, as it would stand, was pretty fucked up, as it was pretty obvious from anyone with an eye. The new lands, the... 'Astral Wastelands', as one may call it, were soon shown to be a source of poor nature and resources for mortals. While yes, it would be shown that the Voidsteel ore was an incredible source of minerals that could provide amazing weapons and armor, everything seemed rather...Empty. Nature and trees were non-existent and the soil was so infertile it wasn't even funny. These locations, now a main part of the world, truly looked like their fate would be to be simple quarries. He could not stand to that after he was just born.

A wave of his hands caused nature to evolve with the usage of one of his aspects. The soil, while still alien and Eldritch would be able to bear fruit from cacti like plants. Although, with his precognition, he was able to see where it would end up-- exotic and new fruit, fitting for the area they were currently in. Seeds from beyond these areas, such as wheat, apples, and such, would similarly change, mostly in color-- although with an exquisite taste. Although given the areas were mainly a desert, anyone who would be able to plant such types of the plant would receive a round of applause from the god. Alas, there was a secret as to why these fruits grew, as well as these other farming items-- they were imbued with Chakra, as well as evolution.

These fruits and food, taking years to be made, could only effectively be harvested in these lands, at least, again, effectively. If one tried to take the seeds of these fruits, they would find themselves met with a weak tree whose fruit takes much longer to harvest. The reason one might want to harvest these fruits wouldn't only be their taste, but for their Chakra. Chakra users would find each fruit holding comfortable amounts of Chakra that they could eat to replenish stamina, therefore making them able to replenish Chakra faster. Of course, that didn't count for their mental stamina, as such, it truly only recovered their energies. After all, someone with a weak mind wouldn't be able to use it.

The main part of utilizing his powers to make the area more 'lush' and alive, even if it is with...Weird, Void Catci and Oasis, worked. Now, he had to come up with a plan as to how to populate it. He believed that the promise of exclusive magic-replenishing fruit would be more than enough to make so people don't destroy it...But...A civilization could work. And he had an idea which species could rightfully belong there.

With a wave of his hands, the message was sent. The Novakin village in the Foglands heard of the new lands that seemed to be made for them. After all, creations of Zyr, and fleshed out by Ocaeril-- it was a match made in heaven. Of course, not all Novakin left the Foglands. That'd be a stupid thing to do. As such, over time, more and more settlers would come to them, building old, oddly shaped houses that seemed to be a mix of the Old West, as well as...Arabic architecture, as the years passed, and more villages were made. Soon, a large portion of Novakin civilization that lived in the Empire or other areas in the world finds the new continent a place to call their own in the form of small villages.

With Void Steel and their expertise of handling the fruit, they traded and grew, soon forming independence, but keeping their borders open, in perhaps a foolish display of trust and friendliness to Outsiders, as well as to show them what they created. With Void Steel and Chakra, they created guns, their main manner of combat, with various uses and unique properties. (One prototype even shot out bubbles that acted as possible shields. It was scrapped after someone got trapped inside, and took 5 hours to take them out.)

They kept trading with other continents, such as the Jade, and Konoha, as well as the friendly creatures of the Foglands, who they called 'their pals.'

Angels were more common there, at least to good willing adventurers. In the face of great danger to the truly savage creatures of the land (who were mostly peaceful but had strange appearances), angels were more common to save adventurers and lead them to the nearest settlement, before disappearing.

Soon, a name was given to this growing, small land.

Azran!

Taking a sip of a flask of booze, the man sat down. It wasn't much, and could likely backfire, but it was something. And something always grows, kya-haha~!

"...Right." He said to himself. He still had someone to meet. As such, with his back turning about, he went out, trying to search for the essence of Inqui Rey, and perhaps Tanya as well, if she was nearby the dragon slime.

( BlackCat-055 )​

 

[BlackCat-055]

"...Right." He said to himself. He still had someone to meet. As such, with his back turning about, he went out, trying to search for the essence of Inqui Rey, and perhaps Tanya as well, if she was nearby the dragon slime.

Wandering or teleporting, he finds himself upon a small patch of land inside a lake, which was surrounded by thick forested trees.

The wind blew crisp and cold as the birds chirped and cawed their merry way, yet despite feeling Inqui's essence being here, he couldn't quite see her.

Just then he heard the shatter of glass shards as a lance of light struck him on his shoulder, piercing his purple sleeve and pinning him the lone tree in the patch of land.

Inqui appeared out of thin air (invisibility through light manip), and pinned him to the tree further with her body as she placed her sword at Oca's throat, its primordial blade swirling and twirling, threatening to rip into him at any moment yet not, a threatening attempt from her.

As Oca looked at Inqui, her eyes were fully bright with the slime around her eyes hardening and cracking, she growled as her teeth become larger and more canine.

/THE SMELL OF VOID LINGERS UPON YOU/
/YET THE SMELL OF THE BELOVED WORLD IS SMELLED TOO/
/HAS THE NIGHTBRINGER STRUCK THE WORLD?/
/SPEAK LEST DEATH FALLS UPON YOU/

Her words were loud, as if they were spoken straight through Oca's head, thundering and quaking, with the same tone and malice as Yimor.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Wandering or teleporting, he finds himself upon a small patch of land inside a lake, which was surrounded by thick forested trees.

The wind blew crisp and cold as the birds chirped and cawed their merry way, yet despite feeling Inqui's essence being here, he couldn't quite see her.

Just then he heard the shatter of glass shards as a lance of light struck him on his shoulder, piercing his purple sleeve and pinning him the lone tree in the patch of land.

Inqui appeared out of thin air (invisibility through light manip), and pinned him to the tree further with her body as she placed her sword at Oca's throat, its primordial blade swirling and twirling, threatening to rip into him at any moment yet not, a threatening attempt from her.

As Oca looked at Inqui, her eyes were fully bright with the slime around her eyes hardening and cracking, she growled as her teeth become larger and more canine.

/THE SMELL OF VOID LINGERS UPON YOU/
/YET THE SMELL OF THE BELOVED WORLD IS SMELLED TOO/
/HAS THE NIGHTBRINGER STRUCK THE WORLD?/
/SPEAK LEST DEATH FALLS UPON YOU/

Her words were loud, as if they were spoken straight through Oca's head, thundering and quaking, with the same tone and malice as Yimor.

A trap was quite expected, frankly.

The clearing inside the little lake, that felt like a small island was peaceful enough. Those moments inside of the area was peaceful, and even when he knew what would occur next, that being Inqui's attack with his future sight ability, he made no effort to dodge. There it is, he thought. Her hatred. Her anger. It's curious, isn't it? When she absorbed Yimor despite my hatred of him, I didn't attack...Yet without a second thought...

"Ah, Inqui..." The man said as blood trickled down his shoulder. The wound was superficial-- Zyr's Void Armor and Tiamat's combined armor protected him from the attack-- the purple sleeve actually not being ripped, as it was actually Tiamat's armor in it's hiding mode, looking like a normal outfit. Black scales could be seen, as the man looked at Inqui with an imaginable sadness in his eyes. "...I'm sorry you had to see me this way after I shamelessly lied to you."

The memory of Ocaeril meeting her at the beginning of the cycle and telling her he had plans and couldn't help her to save Tanya. The clear secretive air in his voice at the time-- and her telling him to stay safe.

Those eyes of sadness were the same staring her right now. A hand reached out to touch her cheek. He had her weakness, the Dragon Slayer, in clear sight and essence in his ear as an earring, yet he did not attack, allowing blood to trickle down his shoulder. His face still had a smile, yet a single tear came down his left eye. He couldn't hate her, despite the sheer difference in reaction both of them had to meet their transformed forms.

That lack of hatred was in the air. A simple hint of love was in his sad eyes. Holding her cheek, he rubbed it in a familiar manner.

"...You can kill me if you find me undesirable. Zyr is dead, Oca won. To protect you and the world. To ensure nobody had to carry the burden of the Void. The planet was okay with death, as well...If he lost, Zyr would have Ocaeril's compassion, after all. But just know that...Your fiancee won the battle. And he's here, in front of you. I'm sorry about this...Inqui. I'm sorry if...This killed your love for Ocaeril. For...Me."

 

[BlackCat-055]

A trap was quite expected, frankly.

The clearing inside the little lake, that felt like a small island was peaceful enough. Those moments inside of the area was peaceful, and even when he knew what would occur next, that being Inqui's attack with his future sight ability, he made no effort to dodge. There it is, he thought. Her hatred. Her anger. It's curious, isn't it? When she absorbed Yimor despite my hatred of him, I didn't attack...Yet without a second thought...

"Ah, Inqui..." The man said as blood trickled down his shoulder. The wound was superficial-- Zyr's Void Armor and Tiamat's combined armor protected him from the attack-- the purple sleeve actually not being ripped, as it was actually Tiamat's armor in it's hiding mode. Black scales could be seen, as the man looked at Inqui with an imaginable sadness in his eyes. "...I'm sorry you had to see me this way after I shamelessly lied to you."

The memory of Ocaeril meeting her at the beginning of the cycle and telling her he had plans and couldn't help her to save Tanya. The clear secretive air in his air-- and her telling him to stay safe.

Those eyes of sadness were the same staring her right now. A hand reached out to touch her cheek. He had her weakness, the Dragon Slayer, in clear sight and essence in his ear as an earring, yet he did not attack, allowing blood to trickle down his shoulder. His face still had a smile, yet a single tear came down his left eye. He couldn't hate her, despite the sheer difference in reaction both of them had to meet their transformed forms.

That lack of hatred was in the air. A simple hint of love was in his sad eyes. Holding her cheek, he rubbed it in a familiar manner.

"...You can kill me if you find me undesirable. Zyr is dead, Oca won. To protect you and the world. To ensure nobody had to carry the burden of the Void. The planet was okay with death, as well...If he lost, Zyr would have Ocaeril's compassion, after all. But just know that...Your fiancee won the battle. And he's here, in front of you. I'm sorry about this...Inqui. I'm sorry if...This killed your love for Ocaeril. For...Me."

Inqui simply looked at you, with the same expression at hold, no action done, and yet, Ocaeril could've felt the malice slowly evaporating when.

"Grrr....Y-You Du..mmy!"

Inqui's eyes and hardened deposits dissipated, revealing Inqui's normal eyes which were filled with grumpiness, she released the spear of light and withdrawn her sword, her mouth pouted, her cheeks puffing childishly.

She sighed as she punched Oca in the sheet before just as quickly hugging him tightly, burying her head onto his chest.

"Don't.....do that...again, I....was...worried"

She looked up to you as she smiled and wiped away your lone tear.

"I...will....ne...ver...stop...lo..ving...you"

She then kissed Oca deeply before hugging him tightly once more.

 

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui simply looked at you, with the same expression at hold, no action done, and yet, Ocaeril could've felt the malice slowly evaporating when.

"Grrr....Y-You Du..mmy!"

Inqui's eyes and hardened deposits dissipated, revealing Inqui's normal eyes which were filled with grumpiness, she released the spear of light and withdrawn her sword, her mouth pouted, her cheeks puffing childishly.

She sighed as she punched Oca in the sheet before just as quickly hugging him tightly, burying her head onto his chest.

"Don't.....do that...again, I....was...worried"

She looked up to you as she smiled and wiped away your lone tear.

"I...will....ne...ver...stop...lo..ving...you"

She then kissed Oca deeply before hugging him tightly once more.

The spear coming out of his shoulder caused a bit more blood to come out. Said wound and blood soon being Voided away, before...He got punched in the stomach by Inqui. The Dragon-Planet God let out a small 'oof', the pain is momentary and mostly superficial due to the fact Zyr was mostly immune to physical damage, but soon, the hug caused his hands to come out of his stomach, and soon...With a smile again, similar to the one he had before, he wrapped his arms around Inqui.

Her words and actions spoke a thousand words. He tilted his head, and a smile was on his face as she wiped away that tear, almost seeming like black ink coming from his face.

"Hahaha~" He said, his voice more...Flirty? Playful? He seemed more willing to flirt with Inqui, if that voice was anything to go by. The kiss was returned by him as well, it was both relaxed, as well as showing his love (and perhaps something more...Lewd, perhaps) to her. "I'm known for making dumb decisions in the past, I'm sorry...You're cute when you're pout." Ocaeril said, kissing her as well, and a little grin with closed eyes appeared on his face.

"...Hey, this place is nice and quiet. Let's stay here for a while. I haven't cuddled you this whole cycle, you know~ I'll tell you what happened, it's one wild story, too~"

Spoiler: OOC

Post, then fade to black with Ocaeril and Inqui doing whatever and Inqui getting some knowledge of what happened to the world? Only if you want. I'm okay with interacting.

 

[Space Buddha]

Ickol Interrogational

“Interesting. And...is...there...a...way...to...contact...him? Also, what...is...your...relation...to...Tanya? You...seem...dismissive, so...I...take...it...someone...else...sent...you...after...her? And...what...do...you...know...about...Inqui? Or...Joe, I...know...he...came...from...wherever...Inqui...did.”

"I COULD TELL YOU THAT. BUT FIRST, UNFLORK MY MIND."​

 

[Churl]

"I COULD TELL YOU THAT. BUT FIRST, UNFLORK MY MIND."​

Ickol Conversational

“Hm? What...do...you...mean? You...alright? You...seem...a...bit...rattled.”

Ickol looks genuinely and convincingly confused with the ease only centuries of lying can bring.

 

[Space Buddha]

Ickol Conversational

“Hm? What...do...you...mean? You...alright? You...seem...a...bit...rattled.”

Ickol looks genuinely and convincingly confused with the ease only centuries of lying can bring.

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU FLORKED MY MIND SO I WOULDN'T TALK ABOUT HOLDING HANDS LIKE THE LITTLE HOGGLENWOFFER YOU ARE. UNFLORK IT. NOW."​

 

[Churl]

"I KNOW WHAT YOU DID. YOU FLORKED MY MIND SO I WOULDN'T TALK ABOUT HOLDING HANDS LIKE THE LITTLE HOGGLENWOFFER YOU ARE. UNFLORK IT. NOW."​

Ickol Interrogational

Ickol pushes the idea that nothing is wrong into Meryl, testing the boundaries and Meryl’s responses.

“Oh, great. You’re...delusional. Damn, and...I...thought...this...would...actually...be...worth...my...time.”

 

[Space Buddha]

Ickol Interrogational

Ickol pushes the idea that nothing is wrong into Meryl, testing the boundaries and Meryl’s responses.

“Oh, great. You’re...delusional. Damn, and...I...thought...this...would...actually...be...worth...my...time.”

"DAMNIT YOU ARE FLORKING MY MIND AGAIN. QUIT FLORKING ME LIKE THIS. I DO NOT CONSENT TO YOUR REPEATED FLORKING OF MY INDERGULFLIMBER. UNDO THIS BULLDOGGERY AND I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING."

Meryl would repeatedly shake her cage, knocking it over on its side.​

 

[Churl]

"DAMNIT YOU ARE FLORKING MY MIND AGAIN. QUIT FLORKING ME LIKE THIS. I DO NOT CONSENT TO YOUR REPEATED FLORKING OF MY INDERGULFLIMBER. UNDO THIS BULLDOGGERY AND I WILL TELL YOU EVERYTHING."

Meryl would repeatedly shake her cage, knocking it over on its side.​

Ickol Interrogational

Ickol shrugged and grinned. This just got curiouser and curiouser.

She snapped her fingers, and it felt like a pressure Meryl hadn’t even felt was there was lifted.

“Now, hold...up...your...end...of...the...bargain, and...do...throw...in...how...you...were...able...to...tell...I...was...interfering. It...was...just...supposed...to...help...you...stay...on...topic, but...I...see...you...get...distracted...regardless.”

 

[BlackCat-055]

The spear coming out of his shoulder caused a bit more blood to come out. Said wound and blood soon being Voided away, before...He got punched in the stomach by Inqui. The Dragon-Planet God let out a small 'oof', the pain is momentary and mostly superficial due to the fact Zyr was mostly immune to physical damage, but soon, the hug caused his hands to come out of his stomach, and soon...With a smile again, similar to the one he had before, he wrapped his arms around Inqui.

Her words and actions spoke a thousand words. He tilted his head, and a smile was on his face as she wiped away that tear, almost seeming like black ink coming from his face.

"Hahaha~" He said, his voice more...Flirty? Playful? He seemed more willing to flirt with Inqui, if that voice was anything to go by. The kiss was returned by him as well, it was both relaxed, as well as showing his love (and perhaps something more...Lewd, perhaps) to her. "I'm known for making dumb decisions in the past, I'm sorry...You're cute when you're pout." Ocaeril said, kissing her as well, and a little grin with closed eyes appeared on his face.

"...Hey, this place is nice and quiet. Let's stay here for a while. I haven't cuddled you this whole cycle, you know~ I'll tell you what happened, it's one wild story, too~"

Spoiler: OOC

Post, then fade to black with Ocaeril and Inqui doing whatever and Inqui getting some knowledge of what happened to the world? Only if you want. I'm okay with interacting.

Inqui smiled

"I'm...all ears"

(LATER)
Inqui nodded as she took in all what Oca said, the fact that he defeated Zyr and absorbed him was interesting, and explained why she hated him for a while, she felt guilty about that, but, the one problem she encountered was.


"That...was an...interesting...sto..ry, but...why..do I..ha..ve a..egg?"

Inqui then held up a large giant egg the size of her, its shell was crystalline and blue in nature, and they could see a developing fetus of a dragon inside it.

Suffice to say Inqui was very confused

 

[Celestial Speck]

Inqui smiled

"I'm...all ears"

(LATER)
Inqui nodded as she took in all what Oca said, the fact that he defeated Zyr and absorbed him was interesting, and explained why she hated him for a while, she felt guilty about that, but, the one problem she encountered was.


"That...was an...interesting...sto..ry, but...why..do I..ha..ve a..egg?"

Inqui then held up a large giant egg the size of her, its shell was crystalline and blue in nature, and they could see a developing fetus of a dragon inside it.

Suffice to say Inqui was very confused

As the man told Inqui his story, holding her in his lap as he rested his back on a tree, he could be seen acting a bit more...Well, less serious than his usual behavior. He seemed more laid back and down to earth, even more, flirty with Inqui, almost like a normal human man telling a story to his girlfriend or fiancee. Of course, the situation at hand did make him act more serious than this personality currently shown, but...The fusion definitely changed him, as did Inqui's.

"...Mmmmhmmmm. Zyr wanted to reincarnate all the gods as mortals and make the world a godless utopia...To be frank...I can't help but agree with him, both before and after the fusion occurred. Gods are...Funny creatures, you know. Some can be kind, but most see...This," The fusion said, waving his hand in front of him, clearly meaning the world. "As their little playground. Actions against them are seen more as insults to them rather then attacks towards their followers. Meryl helped me in her own little way to show that gods are absolute extremes. Some the epitome of good, and others the epitome of evil. I have decided to live as a human because of that. Because they don't have that, those...Extremes."

The new Ocaeril nodded and sighed happily, holding Inqui gently almost as if she was a plush. It was true. His appearance made it easy to mistake him as a normal person. However...Her next question made the man with knowledge of the void blink.

"Huh? What are--"

As Inqui held the egg, Ocaeril blinked, and after he finally saw what was inside of him, his jaw, quite literally dropped thanks to the Gum-Gum Fruit.

\...Are you--/​

Snatching the egg from her hands, 'Ocaeril' held it in his hands, holding it like it was a bomb. A look of pure confusion was on his face, as he looked at Inqui, the egg, his crotch, and then repeated this process a few times. His already not-beating heart seemed to literally skip a beat, as all three of his eyes widened.

"...Uh-huh. I see." He doesn't see it at all. What the hell, [VOIDED]?! "...Inqui. Did you lay this egg? Because if you have, I have reason to believe this is our offspring. Or maybe yours only, given slimes reproduce sexually but given this doesn't look like a slime I'm going with the former."

There was no way this worked like this. Did his leftover [VOIDED] transform as well and somehow was able to impregnate Inqui?! What the eff, [VOIDED?]

"Ah, please excuse me. I am indeed extremely happy with this and I feel like I could cry at any moment now, but I'm trying to think how this happened, you see."

 

[Space Buddha]

Ickol Interrogational

Ickol shrugged and grinned. This just got curiouser and curiouser.

She snapped her fingers, and it felt like a pressure Meryl hadn’t even felt was there was lifted.

“Now, hold...up...your...end...of...the...bargain, and...do...throw...in...how...you...were...able...to...tell...I...was...interfering. It...was...just...supposed...to...help...you...stay...on...topic, but...I...see...you...get...distracted...regardless.”

"I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I JUST KNOW THINGS, BUT I'D GUESS IT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST PREDICTABLE MOTHERFUCKER THAT I'VE EVER MET, HELL I KNOW I'M A CLONE TOO, I'M JUST HOPING YOU KEEP ME AROUND AS YOUR SISSY SLUT WHEN WE ARE DONE. BUT ABOUT ALL THAT OTHER STUFF, I CAME HERE AFTER TRASHING LIKE FIFTY PLANETS BEFORE THIS ONE WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THE BIRD THING, YEAH. WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT LITTLE CUNTLICKING BLONDIE HERE FOR I-HAVE-NO-FUCKING-IDEA-HOW-LONG-IT-HAS-BEEN SINCE THE GODS FROM HER WORLD STARTED ACTING LIKE PUSSIES. LIKE, 'WAH WAH, MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING!' SO YEAH WE ARE HERE FOR THAT BUT HONESTLY I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS WHAT HAPPENS TO HER I JUST KNOW THAT ZEMMY WILL GET PWNED IF WE DON'T CATCH HER AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT CLOACA IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. YEAH I'M INTO THE FURRY SHIT TOO, OwO."

Yeah that was a mistake, but at the very least Ickol got some useful information out of her, namely that she and "Zemmy" have been sent by the gods of another world to locate Tanya and Inqui. Ickol remembered that Krass seemed to recognize Joe and Inqui when they had arrived, so it is likely that he and these beings originated from the same world. Ickol figured she could probably learn a bit more about this world from her, but given that she can do so via the dreamlands, this creature was likely no longer of any use.
​

 

[Churl]

"I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA. I JUST KNOW THINGS, BUT I'D GUESS IT IS BECAUSE YOU ARE THE MOST PREDICTABLE MOTHERFUCKER THAT I'VE EVER MET, HELL I KNOW I'M A CLONE TOO, I'M JUST HOPING YOU KEEP ME AROUND AS YOUR SISSY SLUT WHEN WE ARE DONE. BUT ABOUT ALL THAT OTHER STUFF, I CAME HERE AFTER TRASHING LIKE FIFTY PLANETS BEFORE THIS ONE WITH THE LOVE OF MY LIFE. THE BIRD THING, YEAH. WE'VE BEEN LOOKING FOR THAT LITTLE CUNTLICKING BLONDIE HERE FOR I-HAVE-NO-FUCKING-IDEA-HOW-LONG-IT-HAS-BEEN SINCE THE GODS FROM HER WORLD STARTED ACTING LIKE PUSSIES. LIKE, 'WAH WAH, MY DAUGHTER IS MISSING!' SO YEAH WE ARE HERE FOR THAT BUT HONESTLY I DON'T GIVE TWO SHITS WHAT HAPPENS TO HER I JUST KNOW THAT ZEMMY WILL GET PWNED IF WE DON'T CATCH HER AND I JUST CAN'T GET ENOUGH OF THAT CLOACA IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN. YEAH I'M INTO THE FURRY SHIT TOO, OwO."

Yeah that was a mistake, but at the very least Ickol got some useful information out of her, namely that she and "Zemmy" have been sent by the gods of another world to locate Tanya and Inqui. Ickol remembered that Krass seemed to recognize Joe and Inqui when they had arrived, so it is likely that he and these beings originated from the same world. Ickol figured she could probably learn a bit more about this world from her, but given that she can do so via the dreamlands, this creature was likely no longer of any use.
​

Ickol Executional/ Action 2

Ickol chuckled. “Ya know, if I thought you were even capable of the feeling, I’m sure you would feel real embarrassed that those were your last words. Meh, I’ll feel shitty on your behalf.”

In a single fluid motion, Ickol ripped apart the cage and bindings of Meryl II and grabbed her by the throat. The slime found she couldn’t talk, despite the fact the larynx the antlered goddess was crushing should have been nonexistent in this form.

“Don’t get me wrong, toots. This was the most entertainment I’ve had in a long time. And you know what? I appreciate that! So I’ll tell you what I’ll do: I’ll actually help out the real you after I kill ya. And maybe even kill her last. Okay, I’ll admit it, I just want to know if killing your fuckbird in front of you will do anything, but it still seems a generous offer considering the alternative is wasting your ass away in time jail or wherever the fuck the llama’s mistakes put you. Shame you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore than you could for the bird. If you didn’t tip your hat you knew you were a clone, you might’ve been the one instead of the genuine article to see the end.”

She sighs and looks at Meryl II despondently, before cracking into a smile.

“Yeah, can’t do it. You are just an absolute waste of existence. But hey! Least I got to practice first impressions on you. Guess I’ll try a different approach for number one. So thanks. Despite your best efforts, you were actually useful. Congratulations. For that, I think I will actually help your team out for real before I stab them in the back. Shame you won’t see it coming, for probably the first time in your life. Ah, but look at me drone on. Fuck, I’m prattling like that dirt-brained asswipe. I won’t take up more of your time, as little value as it had in the first place. I’ve been choking you out this whole time, I guess it’s time I be a real gal pal and use my hand-“

She plunged her fist into Meryl II, and retracted it. The former demigod felt as the gaping wound in her chest sent cracks of destructive energy snaking through her body.

“-to help you finish.”

Meryl II’s body seemed to fold in on the wound before erupting outwards, the slime burning and dissolving into nothing.

“If I didn’t know she probably was into most of that, I’d be so fucking pumped from that. Oh shit, I guess I ended up axing the slime dreamer for nothing. Shame, it was an adorable body before that bitch’s voice started coming out of it. Well, valuable lesson from that, kid. Life doesn’t care, so I sure as shit won’t either.”

She stretched, and whistled as she strolled away and through the dreamlands.

Specifically, she was looking to see if she could find information on this other world or the location of Zemrasil or the actual Meryl.

 

[Space Buddha]

• Ickol reply
• Original Fluff Post

• 
  

  Ickol Executional/ Action 2
  
  Ickol chuckled. “Ya know, if I thought you were even capable of the feeling, I’m sure you would feel real embarrassed that those were your last words. Meh, I’ll feel shitty on your behalf.”
  
  In a single fluid motion, Ickol ripped apart the cage and bindings of Meryl II and grabbed her by the throat. The slime found she couldn’t talk, despite the fact the larynx the antlered goddess was crushing should have been nonexistent in this form.
  
  “Don’t get me wrong, toots. This was the most entertainment I’ve had in a long time. And you know what? I appreciate that! So I’ll tell you what I’ll do: I’ll actually help out the real you after I kill ya. And maybe even kill her last. Okay, I’ll admit it, I just want to know if killing your fuckbird in front of you will do anything, but it still seems a generous offer considering the alternative is wasting your ass away in time jail or wherever the fuck the llama’s mistakes put you. Shame you couldn’t keep your mouth shut anymore than you could for the bird. If you didn’t tip your hat you knew you were a clone, you might’ve been the one instead of the genuine article to see the end.”
  
  She sighs and looks at Meryl II despondently, before cracking into a smile.
  
  “Yeah, can’t do it. You are just an absolute waste of existence. But hey! Least I got to practice first impressions on you. Guess I’ll try a different approach for number one. So thanks. Despite your best efforts, you were actually useful. Congratulations. For that, I think I will actually help your team out for real before I stab them in the back. Shame you won’t see it coming, for probably the first time in your life. Ah, but look at me drone on. Fuck, I’m prattling like that dirt-brained asswipe. I won’t take up more of your time, as little value as it had in the first place. I’ve been choking you out this whole time, I guess it’s time I be a real gal pal and use my hand-“
  
  She plunged her fist into Meryl II, and retracted it. The former demigod felt as the gaping wound in her chest sent cracks of destructive energy snaking through her body.
  
  “-to help you finish.”
  
  Meryl II’s body seemed to fold in on the wound before erupting outwards, the slime burning and dissolving into nothing.
  
  “If I knew she probably was into most of , I’d be so fucking pumped from that. Oh shit, I guess I ended up axing the slime dreamer for nothing. Shame, it was an adorable body before that bitch’s voice started coming out of it. Well, valuable lesson from that, kid. Life doesn’t care, so I sure as shit won’t either.”
  
  She stretched, and whistled as she strolled away and through the dreamlands.
  
  Specifically, she was looking to see if she could find information on this other world or the location of Zemrasil or the actual Meryl.

  
  Somehow, as the slime exploded, Ickol would hear an "YOU COULD NEVER HANDLE ALL THIS ANYWAAAAAAAAYYYY!" echoing through the dreamlands. Hopefully, that would be the last she'd ever hear of Meryl, but probably not.
  
• 
  
  
  ORIGINAL THE CHARACTER: Fluff Post
  
  
  
  Oh how they had been wrong.
  
  The approach on Yharim's fortress was obviously not a stealthy one, and the heroes more than expected resistance, however the sheer scope of the hedgehog's power was far from expected. Firstly, they could fly, apparently, and as such the Titanian invasion force had been taken by surprise, assured of their safety on the floating island none had thought to fortify the position, and now Yharim's forces closed in. Statis would stand beside his ally, embedding knives of crystalline goo into the ravenous hedgehogs while the dryad threw aside them by the dozen with her telekinesis. Braelor had transformed, becoming an immense flayed titan and rampaging through the enemy forces, having leapt off the floating island to do so. As the forces of Titania clashed with the hogs, Silva would let down the island, the strain of lifting it too much for her. A blast of mystical fire would graze her then, burning off the thin layer of skin over her horn and sending her to the ground in pain, green blood visible on the burns. Statis would take hold of the woman and leap into a nearby tree, throwing another barrage of Kunai and seeming to vanish from sight, appearing behind another trunk and setting Silva down.
  
  He dressed her wound as Braelor continued to rampage through the enemy forces, himself an unstoppable engine of destruction until countless hooked chains were fired from the surface, snagging against his exposed bones and tendons and beginning to pull him to the ground. He found himself unable to break the adamantine chains, yet the hedgehogs binding them to the ground were much less durable. He brought down his fist, crushing the creatures and wrenching himself free as Statis took himself deeper behind enemy lines, darting between the shadows and approaching the great temple-fortress of Yharim. It was a monolithic pyramid of strange, unbreakable brown bricks, overgrown by nature and extending deep underground, and additionally the only major structure one could see on the island for miles. He would pierce the sides of the guards with a blowdart for each, the slime composing them dissolving into their bloodstream and putting them out cold. He would enter, but unbenknownst to him, Yharim had already set out on the battlefield. Yharon, the Jungle Dragon, collided head on with Braelor at unimaginable speeds, and as they would say, the bigger you are, the harder you fall. Indeed braelor did fall, crashing into the ground and beginning to revert to his original size, with Yharim soon slamming to the ground himself, his golden armor shining in the sun and crimson mane flowing behind his helmet. Silva, still nursing an injured horn would poke her head around her tree, throwing a telekinetic pulse at the Tyrant but failing to knock him over, instead simply attracting the attention of two hedgehog soldiers, who, upon being reduced to a fine mist, attracted dozens more, whose deaths brought about a hundred, and Silva would soon be overwhelmed by their number.
  
  The Titanian forces had by now been all but thrown into a rout, the sheer numbers and firepower of the hedgehogs being beyond their wildest expectations. Those that retreated did not care to check if their champion followed, as last they saw of him Yharim stood over his head, armored boot poised to crush his skull. Though, Yharim himself had more insidious plans for the now unconscious champion, ordering his soldiers to carry him off into the jungle temple, alongside Silva, now held in a kind of containment field to negate her psionics. Braelor too would be dragged off to the temple.
  
  
  Passing through the winding halls, they would find themselves in dungeons of the temple. Dark, featureless rooms aside from a dim glow emanating from no clear location and the countless faces carved into the living rock.
  
  "Ah... This sucks." Silva stretched and lied down on the stones, resting her head on Braelor's thigh as he slowly began to awaken. He looked around, groaning and attempting to harness his power, finding it to still be there, but given the apparent indestructability of hedgehog bricks and the small and fragile woman beside him, he knew attempting to become a titan may result in severe consequences. He would need another way out.
  
  "Wait W-Wha- there was a dra- Damn!"
  
  He slammed his fists against the segmented stone bars, not rattling or disturbing them in any way but allowing him to take out his own anger. He would do this a few more times, shouting at no particular thing. His anger was quite justified of course, the hedgehogs had raided titania for generations, uncaring of how many of their kind were slaughtered and coming in endless numbers, only leaving once enough of them had taken their fill of titanians themselves. As a soldier, Braelor himself had once sliced open the bellies of these disgusting creatures after the carnage had subsided. Sometimes the men within could be saved, albeit burned by acid and disfigured beyond recognition, though for most it was too late. Silva, of course, being an alien to this world, knew none of this. She had backed into the corner.
  
  "B-Braelor... p-please q-quiet down. t-they might h-hear us-"
  
  "I DON'T GIVE A SHIT WHAT THESE THINGS HEAR ME SAY. THESE YIMOR-CURSED RATS HAVE RAIDED MY ISLAND, MURDERED MY PEOPLE, LAID SIEGE TO US FOR DECADES AND EATEN ANY OF THOSE UNFORTUNATE ENOUGH NOT TO HOLD YIMOR'S FAVOR AS MY PEOPLE DID."
  
  "I-I'm sorry that happened... I-If it's any help, S-Stuff like that happened to my people o-once..."
  
  "THEN YOU OF ALL BEINGS SHOULD KNOW I HAVE EVERY RIGHT TO TELL THESE THINGS TO ROT IN THE VOIDSANDS FOR ALL TIME!"
  
  He would slam his fists against the wall again, feeling that they passed through something squishy.
  
  "Indeed you do, brother."
  
  Braelor blinked, seeing the gelatinous form of his compatriot with him in the cell.
  
  "Statis! They captured you too!?"
  
  "No of course not, I'm here to bust you two out. I had already unlocked the door before you woke up though, maybe you should have tried that?"
  
  Braelor blinks and reaches over, experimentally reaching through the bars he had been punching and turning the door handle. Sure enough, the cage opened.
  
  "Freakin' knucklehead..." Statis mumbled under his breath, earning him a death stare from Braelor, who was at least three times his own size even in his reduced form.
  
  "Enough talk. We have a tyrant to slay." He raised his sword, which for whatever reason, the hedgehogs had not thought to take, confident in their own technology.
  
  "Y-Yeah!" Silva pumped her fist and led the other two into the halls of the jungle temple.
  
  
  
  They were never heard from again.
  
  
  
  
  Meanwhile, Original thought to take another look at the Hedgehog tribe. He had been so busy with his own matters of bothering Ickol that he never thought to see how they were using his gift. He took a look around the hall of gods, alone save for a few others and taking up a book of history on his tribe. He looked through it, his chipper smile soon becoming something darker. He read of the destruction they rained across innocent tribes across the east, and moreover he read of the sick and depraved ways they had used the countless biological gifts Original had bestowed upon them in the name of their Tyrant Yharim. He read of their use of flight to island-hop, laying waste to innocent peoples and abandoning the islands. He read of how they used their advanced digestive system, not to survive in harsh environments, but to consume those who could not defend themselves in a vile display of sadistic decadence. He knew something must be done about them, casting off his detective outfit, he would go forth to the island of Yharim.