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04-Jun-2015 17:14:43
((That’s fine Inferi
It’s not worth being here if you aren’t having fun. If you ever feel re-inspired and want to come back, let me know
Hopefully we’ll garner a few new players before too long, until then, I’ll go ahead and try to introduce a couple of new characters soon to fill space, and the rest of us can go on if there's still an interest.))
“We are right where we need to be,* Elatha explained. He waved towards the distance where a vibrating dark blur was beginning to overwhelm the horizon.
“That shadow coming from the west,” Elatha explained to the young god beside him. “Is an army of Sluagh- malicious soul eating spirits.*
As the flock drew closer, it could be seen that they were flying creatures, humanoid in shape but with pitch-black bodies and no faces. Though they flew through the air, they had no wings, only unnaturally long limbs that moved them through the air as if they were swimming through water.
“East of here, there is a settlement,” Elatha went on. “If the Slaugh reach it, the souls of the people there stand no chance. They will be added to the Slaugh, and the army will move on to the next town. In their way, stands my chosen- Scathach.”
He gestured eastward, where a horse was dashing across the ocean of green. Astride the animal, rode a woman with a flash of bright red hair. Her face was lightly freckled and her eyes were as piercing a shade of green as the landscape around her. She wore light armor, and a black mantle. A heavy spear was strapped to her back, and more weapons were loaded on her horse.
It’s not worth being here if you aren’t having fun. If you ever feel re-inspired and want to come back, let me know
Hopefully we’ll garner a few new players before too long, until then, I’ll go ahead and try to introduce a couple of new characters soon to fill space, and the rest of us can go on if there's still an interest.))
“We are right where we need to be,* Elatha explained. He waved towards the distance where a vibrating dark blur was beginning to overwhelm the horizon.
“That shadow coming from the west,” Elatha explained to the young god beside him. “Is an army of Sluagh- malicious soul eating spirits.*
As the flock drew closer, it could be seen that they were flying creatures, humanoid in shape but with pitch-black bodies and no faces. Though they flew through the air, they had no wings, only unnaturally long limbs that moved them through the air as if they were swimming through water.
“East of here, there is a settlement,” Elatha went on. “If the Slaugh reach it, the souls of the people there stand no chance. They will be added to the Slaugh, and the army will move on to the next town. In their way, stands my chosen- Scathach.”
He gestured eastward, where a horse was dashing across the ocean of green. Astride the animal, rode a woman with a flash of bright red hair. Her face was lightly freckled and her eyes were as piercing a shade of green as the landscape around her. She wore light armor, and a black mantle. A heavy spear was strapped to her back, and more weapons were loaded on her horse.
04-Jun-2015 19:10:33
((Sorry for the delay, been busy with work! I'll try to post tomorrow! Sorry to see you go Inferi!
)) Nemetona
"Hello, my Queen. Indeed, many years have passed since our eyes last met. Please, do not stay hidden amongst your powerful sand. Come forth, and speak with us as equal." Though the twins spoke as one, he could feel the Queen's vocals above her brothers. Soothing yet dreadful, it was unlike the voice of many other gods. Her brother was the most worshipped and honored of the two, but Aequitas knew who the real puppet master was. A goddess even amidst goddesses, cunning deceit shrouded her true potential. "And you, my king, why do you hide your face from me? Have I done you wrong?"
The two gods were bound to manifest themselves now. Though stubborn, they would not reject an old friend's inquiries. Things were about to get serious. Eleria had departed, but it was not unlike her, the lost of her memory truly had her searching for answers. Her sudden departure revealed the calling of her true quest, beckoning her. She had to go, and Aequitas knew it. Nemetona had taken her place, and he was glad. Though not as powerful a god as Eler*a, Nemetona was fierce and had a warrior's heart. She would prove his better if matters started turning sour. Her personality balancing his. Keeping him in tract, not swaying from the quest at hand. Her fiery spirit, and true devotion to her craft could prove powerful tools.
The god carefully parted his cloak, leading hand deep within. The hand resurfacing moments later, held within its grasp was a pearl white feather. Gently combing it, his gaze was locked on the wave-like motion of the vane under his fingers. "My lieges, I pray time has not led you to forget my craft. I am here to weigh this feather, and I could only hope you were to aid me." Aequitas did not need to explain to his partner the purpose of the feather. She would immediately know, that it was his tool to weigh the souls of the dead.
)) Nemetona
"Hello, my Queen. Indeed, many years have passed since our eyes last met. Please, do not stay hidden amongst your powerful sand. Come forth, and speak with us as equal." Though the twins spoke as one, he could feel the Queen's vocals above her brothers. Soothing yet dreadful, it was unlike the voice of many other gods. Her brother was the most worshipped and honored of the two, but Aequitas knew who the real puppet master was. A goddess even amidst goddesses, cunning deceit shrouded her true potential. "And you, my king, why do you hide your face from me? Have I done you wrong?"
The two gods were bound to manifest themselves now. Though stubborn, they would not reject an old friend's inquiries. Things were about to get serious. Eleria had departed, but it was not unlike her, the lost of her memory truly had her searching for answers. Her sudden departure revealed the calling of her true quest, beckoning her. She had to go, and Aequitas knew it. Nemetona had taken her place, and he was glad. Though not as powerful a god as Eler*a, Nemetona was fierce and had a warrior's heart. She would prove his better if matters started turning sour. Her personality balancing his. Keeping him in tract, not swaying from the quest at hand. Her fiery spirit, and true devotion to her craft could prove powerful tools.
The god carefully parted his cloak, leading hand deep within. The hand resurfacing moments later, held within its grasp was a pearl white feather. Gently combing it, his gaze was locked on the wave-like motion of the vane under his fingers. "My lieges, I pray time has not led you to forget my craft. I am here to weigh this feather, and I could only hope you were to aid me." Aequitas did not need to explain to his partner the purpose of the feather. She would immediately know, that it was his tool to weigh the souls of the dead.
11-Jun-2015 07:29:43 - Last edited on 11-Jun-2015 17:21:04 by Reaper Ben
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