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Xefaro

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And then, as if being taken aloft by wind, Shango willed himself to Bastet’s realm. He shed his tempest form, his cloud-like skin dissolving to reveal a humbler self, one that was more appropriate for consorting with fellow gods—the form of the warrior that he once was, long before he was reborn as a god.

He clasped his now-human hands before him, and appraised his destination. Few times had he been invited to such a foreign realm. He waited silently for further council.

20-Nov-2014 04:20:29

Solracdragon
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A figure sat perfectly still inside of a well of pure light. The room he was in resembled a basement, though there were many books and scrolls scattered about the room. If the people of the world this figure was some looked at the books, they would only see jumbled figures. Those of the world who attempted to find secrets to make their lives easier, would recognize the scrolls and books for what they were, and would occasionally recognize a word or phrase amongst them.

The figure in the light didn't have that problem, well not anymore. Ever since he had woken in that pillar of light, he didn't really seem to have many problems. His mind, which had always been sharp, was even more refined. He was able to understand and speak what was written in the books, but without any references to what the things they spoke of were, he would not understand them. Still, he was learning, slowly.

In fact, right now he was preforming a technique that he had read about in one of the various scrolls. It was something called 'Meditation' and from what he understood, it was supposed to clear his head of stray thoughts and help him think. Thinking was something else that he had been doing a lot of lately, ever since he had led his people in clearing out the last of the creatures in the caves of the light filled part of the world.

'His people,' was the main thing he had been thinking on. Ever since he had stepped out of that light, and brought it to the city about a generation ago, everyone seemed to follow his lead. It was unnerving at first, sure he had combat experience, but it was only so he could explore the world and figure out it's secrets. To help make it a better place to live in. Over time though, as his light spread and pushed back the creatures, he adapted and led groups of Defenders into the caves where his light didn't reach, but where the entrances were bathed in it.

20-Nov-2014 05:04:03

Solracdragon
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It had been during these expeditions that he had discovered that he was changed by the light somehow. He already knew that he could wield it when he desired, but he found that he could use fire as well. And when one of the Defenders had been grievously wounded, something seemed to take hold of him. He changed form somehow, and healed the man. Everyone was shocked when that happened, and he still didn't know how it did.

While his control over his powers, and his shifting forms, had increased drastically ever since he made this second well somehow, he still didn't know where they came from. Why he was blessed with this power? And, if it would ever run out. Sighing slightly inside of the light as his thoughts derailed themselves again, he suddenly perked up. He would fade from the light of the basement, and reappear in a similar, if not much larger, beam of light in side of a rather open to the sky building.

His people had built this place around the Lightwell he had emerged from to protect it. Sure, it hadn't come under attack yet, but they were being cautious. They also seemed to come here every day and give the well some sort of thanks or offering, and somehow Sol always knew what it was. Speaking of which, he turned his head to the sky, towards the upper reaches of the Lightwell.

Another strange thing about the light given from the well, other then the fact that it was bright enough to illuminate what would amount to an island, was that Sol could sense anything that was touched by the light. Whether it be one of his people, an inanimate object, or even the water that seemed to fall from the sky. He could sense it all. And right now, he was sensing something touching the upper reaches of the well. Which was definitely strange, as everything but him and his stuff always disappeared on contact with the Lightwell.

20-Nov-2014 05:12:21

Solracdragon
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Choosing to ride the Lightwell up instead of changing forms, he would slowly ascend it until he reached the strange object that was inside of it. He looked at the object curiously, it seemed to be a needle of some sort. But the color matched that of the ground he had healed, and it didn't look as sturdy. It also seemed to disappear from the Light here, before reappearing. He could tell by the slight sensation in the back of his head, that when it wasn't here, it was in the Lightwell in the basement of his home in the strange white space.

Curious, he would reach out to touch the object, and see if he could identify what it was. On touching the strange needle, images would fill his mind, of a place disappearing, and a being dying. The strange thing was, he could feel something about he being which seemed to resonate with something in him. The needle to, seemed to resonate a similar sort of energy.

His curiousity was definitely peaked. He didn't know how, but perhaps wherever this strange needle came from, there would be answers to his questions. Looking down at the city, whose walls had long since been taken down and turned into houses and other such buildings, he would nod his head. His people could take care of themselves for a while. After all, he had once disappeared for a period of time great enough that the city had become, cold, then wet, then hot, and then cold again. Of course, he was tending to the little beasts, no dragons, at that time. But he wouldn't tell them that.

Regardless though, his mind was set, but he was curious as to how he was going to find the source of this needle. Closing his eyes, he would focus on the feeling of resonance coming from it intently, and begin to walk in a random direction. What he didn't realize, was that he faded from the world as he walked out of his world, and into another realm.

20-Nov-2014 05:20:23

Mark Argon

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NAME(S) : Torig, Hwyldfath, Wod

GENDER(S) : Generally appears male

AGE: Old

AFFILIATION(S)/PURPOSE(S) : Humans affiliate Torig with hunting, Autumn and wild things. His main purpose is often described as somewhat of a peacemaker, keeping the realms of men and beast separte, often by granting luck to either hunters or their prey.

FORM(S) : Torig takes three main forms: a tracker with bow in hand, a white stag (or white hart as it is often called) or a wolf. His forms can often be associated with his mood at the time of taking the form.

POWERS(S): Torig's powers consist of what could be described as abstract elements to the world. His sphere of influence could be something simple as carefully putting a stick in a hunter's path, causing a crack and their prey to run off, or something as apparently great as placing a sort of protection over a young woodland to let it grow without impeadment.

REALM: Torig has created a realm of forever Autumn, where he entertains his Acolytes and/or guests with great hunts and feats, all forever under the cover of a golden and red forest.

SUBJECTS: Torig is not omniscient, so he employs a small army of birds and little rodents to watch over the domain of mankind and speak back to him.

ACOLYTES: Torig has no Acolytes, he is known to prefer to work completely solitarily.

SOURCE OF WORSHIP: Torig is spoken to by hunters and all those who work in the wilderness and asked for luck.

BACKSTORY: Torig was created through humanity's insistence on conquering the natural world. The rift of imbalance this created caused Torig to simply spring into existence.

OTHER: ((nothing other that I hope this is good enough!))

20-Nov-2014 20:54:39

GrimMagister

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((Fysyx, I’ve added a bio format for you to use to the reserves on page one, at the very bottom of the page. Don’t hesitate to ask any questions you may have, or provide any suggestions for amendments to the Bio Formant.))

((MarkArgon, your bio is accepted, I’ll add you to the player’s list and you can begin at once. The characters were all just summoned to the realm of Bastet.

One thing I’d like to make note of, are gods some of your characters might have similarities with. This could be the source of great respect, or even a feud.
Solrace, when I thought of your character- it is affiliated with many of the same things as Amaterasu.
And MarkAgron, your character might relate in some ways to the Green Man- one of the oldest gods, and also quite a bit to Diana who I’m sure you know is also a goddess of the hunt.))


Bastet’s realm mimicked the world that had been most kind to her.
White sands unfolded in all directions, surrounding a massive oasis that grew over a powerful river. A palace of great stone bricks, and flowing white curtains like sails, rested over the river.

For a moment, the entire realm smelled unusually like pine needles.
Elatha examined his hand to find the token which had summoned him here, had vanished.

“Are you so weak, Lady of Cats?” teased the Celtic god with a smile. He held his hand over his brow to block out the brightness of the sun, which glared across the cloudless sky, and the shimmering sand all around him.

“Keeping even the tiniest part of Ambriel alive was more difficult than you could imagine, Elatha,” he heard Bastet’s voice say from within her palace.

“How did he die?” Elatha asked as he walked, blue robes, swirling over the sand.

*I will explain when we are all collected together in my throne room, Moon God,” said the Lady of Cats. “For I called on many gods.”

21-Nov-2014 06:00:20

GrimMagister

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“How ever did you choose which ones?” asked Elatha as he stepped inside, pushing past the huge white curtains that hung the doorway, of the stone palace.
The walls were carved with patterns like palm leaves, the sound of water could be heard below. The vast antechamber was lined with pillars, white curtains, and leafy plants. It was filled with lounging cats of all shapes and sizes.

*I did not choose,” Bastet told Elatha as the moon god passed a pride of sleeping lions and then stepped over a black house cat and into the throne room.

Bastet was lounging in a very wide stone chair with a low back, and low arms. The seat was covered in cushions and fabrics. She was laying across the throne, with huge palms branching over her, swaying in a gentle wind. Her face was somewhat human, but elongated and narrow like a cat- hairless. She wore elegant layers of fine silk that hung loosely over her otherwise bare body. Fragrant bowls of sandalwood burnt on either side of her, and the throne was seated between two waterfalls, surrounded furthermore by more white curtains.

“Ambriel must have chosen you,” Bast said with a purr as Elatha entered. “You and the other gods who arrive with you” she said. “Either it was him… or I suppose, someone else who is also wishing for Humanity's success," she sighed mysteriously. "But certainly, not I."

21-Nov-2014 06:01:16 - Last edited on 21-Nov-2014 06:01:49 by GrimMagister

Mark Argon

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Torig was wandering his realm as the great White Stag, he enjoyed it this way, he could take in so many more sounds and smells than in other, more humanoid forms. He wandered aimlessly for around ten minutes until a scent caught his nose. Pine.

Torig rushed to the source of then scent and whipped into his human form as he reached the single needle sat on a stump in an ancient clearing of the woods. A clearing full of hope and knowledge; the trees themselves seemed to echo the prayers of a thousand years.

He picked up the needle and held it in front of his face, furrowing his brow in thought. Pine trees didn't drop their needles like oak or beech or elder, so why would there be one in his land of forever Autumn.

The great hunter crushed the needle between his fingers and took on the message it held, Ambriel had died and Bastet was calling for aid. He knew he had to help, he'd been a patron of humanity since it's conception; it was his duty.

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The peace of The Lady of Cats' palace was broken by the appearance of a man, Torig, in what only could be described as leather armour with various motifs on it, visibly taking inspiration from the Celts and Anglo-Saxon people. These seemed to pray to him the most and he respected them for this, wearing their armour as a mark of honour. He was known to the Celts as the Green Man, and Torig by the Saxons, meaning he chose what name he prefered at the time.

"What is it you need of the Green Man, Lady of Cats?"

21-Nov-2014 16:19:13

Fish_Minion
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Nyx blinked as he felt the dry heat of the desert against his flesh, he looked around hearing the conversation of Baset and a voice he didn't recognize. "Oh, there are some new faces. Oh boy, oh boy." He began to walk, his tiny feet running across the sand as his form began to change, with each step he grew until he reached a full adults height, the rags he had worn as a child changed with his body as they turned into a vest and a pair of loose pants with holes around the ankle and the knee to allow air flow into it.

He looked about as he ran taking note of the other gods that appeared, "There are so many of them, was the event that cataclysmic? Last time something like this happened Mars had broken up with Athena." He thought to himself before chuckling, that was a good story. He had to tell that one to some of the newer gods later to get a laugh or two.

Upon reaching the entrance to the palace his form dropped as he turned back to the child in rags, one step by one step he walked up the stairs before looking around seeing the few gods that were already in there. The crazy cat lady herself, some god he didn't recognize and one he did a god of the hunt.

"Ayyy, we having the funeral now? Or did I miss my chance to speak at the podium?" His voice was upbeat as always, after all when you tell stories the world is your playground. He leaned from side to side looking and watching baset and to the other gods as they appeared. "So who else is coming?"

22-Nov-2014 18:06:12

Inferi

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"
Well that's interesting.
" Eleria commented to nobody as the smell of pine needles momentarily filled the realm she had just entered. The record keeper didn't bother to check the item that had served as the message to call her here, for she could tell that it had already vanished from her possession. In its place - not having come from it, but rather having moved into the vacant space left - was the book from her library, and she sighed like she always did when the object latched itself to her.

It wasn't as though it was a burden at all, since she could simply levitate it to her side if she needed to. No, it was more that she just wished it could be left on her realm, as it deciding to come with her and leaving her no choice in the matter could be a bit bothersome at times.

As she continued across the sand, bare feet unseen beneath the dragging robe, Eleria saw several other gods appear and start their journey towards the palace as well. As she had suspected, her invitation was not the only one. It wouldn't make much sense to call in her alone, or she wouldn't suspect that it would. With no followers and little real influence anywhere - although a small bit everywhere did help at times - she alone would be of little use in dealing with whatever was happening here.

Some other gods might choose to take a more regal form for a meeting with other deities - as she noted by the change in appearance from child to adult by Nyx, one of the gods who had arrived just before her, although he did change back soon after - but she saw no point in it. For whatever reason, the image that she was currently in seemed to fit her better than anything else.

Continuing to the throne room without stopping, Eleria placed the book on the floor and took a seat on it, looking around at the others present while she waited for Bastet to speak. Once their faces were seen, her memory identified them for her, and it seemed like they had quite a strange group present. Done in by the dubious doings of destiny.

22-Nov-2014 20:26:09

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