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Inferi

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Giving a slight inclination of her head towards the dissolving Bastet, Eleria told her, "
Then I shall see you at that point, Lady of Cats.
" It was a bit more formal than she spoke normally, but the situation seemed to make it sound like it was necessary.

After that, she vanished, choosing to return to her own realm instead of following the others. She did, however, send a note, one that would fall into the meeting room at the same point everyone else would arrive. It read, "
Sorry I didn't come along. I'm going to see if I can find Set, and I'll see you all at some later date. -Eleria-
"

That done, she began looking through the bookshelves, looking for something that would tell her what she wanted to know - the location and condition of Set. All of the knowledge of the Eonfold was contained within the library, but finding it was something that nobody, not even her, could do with perfect accuracy. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

08-Jan-2015 00:59:07 - Last edited on 08-Jan-2015 00:59:25 by Inferi

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While Sol understood what Bastet had called him, the tone of her voice kept him from lashing out in some way. He recognized that tone of voice, it was what his sister had often used when he was younger and tried to do something he thought was smart, but had resulted in him getting hurt in some way. Smiling softly, he nods his head, only partially understanding what Bastet said about not being killed so long as she had followers and making a new body.

"Okay," he says to Bastet. "We do what you say. Come back soon." With a deep breath, he turns away from Bastet, and does his best to not look up at the sky and Apep. He didn't know why he felt such a hatred for the giant serpent, but something about it's nature seemed to be against his own. And it wasn't just the fact that he fought against darkness normally. It was something deeper then that, something inside his soul.

Not wanting to be destroyed as well, he looked around, noticing some of the others disappearing. Turning towards the only one remaining that he could see, Elatha, he approaches quickly and speaks. "How we leave," he asks the other god.

18-Jan-2015 17:01:50

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“Eleria,” came Set** voice in the back of her mind as he beckoned to be allowed into her world.
“How is it that we have gone all this time and never spoken… We are both such old things.*
Set** voice was inhumanly deep and low, and oh so tired.

If Eleria allowed him inside, he would appear beside her- far taller than a human man with skin as black as the night sky and a nose that was elongated like that of a mask. He was bald, with pale eyes, and flowing robes of bright reds and oranges and gold, and pitch blacks filled with patterns of stars and planets. He had a forked tail, long and flat, in gold plaits and his fingers were long and spidery.
If Eleria would not see him then he would speak to her more-

“I would invite you to my own my realm… but it is unfortunately not a safe place to be. I am, after all, a god of chaos. Even with Apep gone from those endless skies, my world is unfit for any being but myself,” Set said. “That must be what you were doing looking for me, yes? You’re wondering what has become of me and Apep… I could feel Bastet being destroyed. We share many of the same followers, the cat goddess and I. When I felt her world leave, I sent a message to the high priest of our people. A vision that instructed our people to worship her. In time she will return. But you knew this already….”

~


“Simply follow me,” Elatha told Sol, certain that his instincts would kick in.

Elatha had once been a new god. But he imagined he must have fallen into divinity more easily than Sol. When Elatha had been deified, he at once “knew”. He simply became aware of so many things* as if he had always known them and were suddenly remembering.
He would never have expressed much concern for Bast, for he would have been well aware, even then, that it would only be a matter of time before she could create a new physical shape for herself.

19-Jan-2015 18:37:12 - Last edited on 19-Jan-2015 18:38:09 by GrimMagister

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But Sol seemed to be from a different world than the one Elatha had come from. Perhaps that had something to do with it. Or perhaps the circumstances of Sol’s godhood were different….

In one step, Elatha had left the crumbling apocalypse of Bastet’s oasis, and walked into Randell’s own realm.
Not waiting to ensure that Sol was following- for he was certain that the task of coming here would be simple enough to manage- Elatha started forward. Following the path that Randell had made for them, Elatha chose to speak now. He was certain that if Randell did not have the divine power to hear everything within his world, he would certainly had machinery set up to do so for him.

“Randell,” Elatha said as he walked. “You left so quickly. We have never met before, have we? But I know who you are and I imagine you know of me. Even we small gods have familiar names…”

He entered Randell’s meeting room and took in the new scenery- so very different than Basts’ un-modern world.
He chose a seat directly across the god of this realm and elegantly allowed his clothes to fall into perfect folds around him as he sat.

“Eleria is looking for Set,* Elatha explained, though he imagined Randell would already be aware. “ I’ve yet to decide where to go. The Fates will have answers, but they will be difficult to get… And this force that threatens the gods will go after the source of our life. Our people,” he said. “Allies amongst them- chosen warriors, will be invaluable when the fighting breaks out. I do not know which should take priority…”
He paused to look Randell over. *What is the path that you choose to take, Randell?” he asked, “You’ve come back here, but why?”

19-Jan-2015 18:38:22

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Name: Grey, Death’s Daughter, The Mournful Goddess
Gender: Female
Age: Old
Affiliation/Purpose: It’s acknowledged that humans often associate her with mourning, murder and passing.

Form: In one form, she’s a slim, pale girl in a white silk gown, her hands often crossed daintily over her chest or loose at her waist. Her feet are bare, but fine and clean forevermore even if she were to pace with a mound of soggy mud underfoot.

In the other, she’s a thin, furtive raven, her wings slicked back against the small of her back. Her claws are serrated, and often clung to the flimsy wood of a tree branch.

Abilities: She practises mediumship, able to communicate with the recently deceased. Those who have come back from the grave after near-death exsperiences often say they saw only darkness, and that darkness is her. A scythe on her back allows for transportation between graveyards in multiple realms. Her touch is able to revive a dead man for half an hour, once.

Realm: Her realm is a large garden on one side, thickets of roses, swathes of lush grass and healthy trunks at every step. A rectangular, bottomless pit stretches through the realm and separates the garden and the wasteland opposite, where flame and lava rise, bubble and spit. A man condemned there could ask for ice water a thousand times, and a thousand times be denied it by the goddess. It's home to the souls she encounters on her journeys through various realms.

Subjects: A flock of thirteen four-eyed ravens are her envoys and scouts, employed through multiple realms as to alert their commander of happenings across the realms.

Source of worship: It's a common sight to see those who have lost beg for their beloved to rise from the grave, and this is a prayer to her which fuels and sustains her.

Acolytes: None of note.

Backstory: She was human once, folklore often says, a grieving widow. It’s claimed that the ache of her mournful suffering, and the others alike thenceforth, changed her into a goddess.

16-Feb-2015 22:46:16 - Last edited on 16-Feb-2015 23:05:42 by Scowl

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"
Oh, I'm sure there's been more important things to deal with. For you, anyways. I've never got a whole lot happening, since Time runs itself pretty well without any micromanaging.
" Eleria responded brightly, somewhat pleased to have found what she was looking for. The books always did have a way of giving her what she needed, even though they were quite stubborn about it sometimes.

When she realized he was waiting for permission, she immediately told him, "
Please, come in. The realm isn't sealed. I never bother doing that, since nobody can really make anything out of this place except for me. They might stumble upon a book or two of some relevance, but without knowing how to read it there really isn't a danger. The books will always tell me first, anyways.
"

As he entered, which prompted a comment of, "
You're just as fancy as I remember reading.
" from Eleria, the goddess took a seat on a pile of books and motioned for Set to do the same. It wasn't a demand, and he would know this, but rather an invitation that he could accept or decline at his leisure. It was somewhat rude to take a seat and not allow your guest to do the same, even if the only available spot was on a precariously-stacked pile of books.

"
Of course.
" she replied upon hearing his speech. "
Your efforts will speed the process of her return. As for your realm, you know I'd like to see it at least once. Reading about it isn't the same as getting a visual inspection, even if the books paint a picture that is just as vivid and detailed. Of course, it would be somewhat incomplete now, with Apep gone, but I suppose that would give it a bit of majesty that it would lack otherwise. Of course, the reverse is also true, but that isn't the important part.
" Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

17-Feb-2015 03:46:41 - Last edited on 17-Feb-2015 03:47:09 by Inferi

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