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Solracdragon
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Quite quickly, Sol would realize that he was somewhere different. Opening his eyes, he would see the strange place he would in completely. Realizing that it was light, he would look around for a familiar Lightwell, only to be confused on not seeing one. Instead, high up in the sky, there was a floating orb of light. Confusion began to grip him even more, followed by a great sense of caution.

He remembered seeing a similar orb of light in the sky when he first found those dragons in the mountains. Only, his Lightwell was somehow connected to it. Eventually though, the orb had grown smaller and smaller until it had disappeared, leaving only far off small dots of light remaining in the sky. He hadn't been able to get close enough at the time to see what the orb had originally been, but he knew that after it had disappeared, another crystal shard had appeared in his Lightwell, which he used to make the one in the strange place that resembled his home.

Now though, there was another orb in the sky, and while he could still feel the connection to his Lightwell, it seemed less clear. Hearing voices coming from the large stone structure, he began to approach cautiously, a hand on his sword. He could feel some sort of resonance with them, but it was not the same as he had felt from the strange needle. And, while what they were saying was audible to him, he could only comprehend a couple of the words that were spoken.

Eventually though, he would reach the stone structure and cautiously enter, not sure what to expect. Seeing many other people inside, none of which he recognized, his curiousity finally got the better of him. "Who you all," would be the first thing he would say. "Where I?"

((Sol would probably feel respect for anyone similarly aligned, and feud with anyone oppositely. Also, as mentioned in his other section, he can't speak the best now. But in time his speaking will be better. Which is why I am doing more thoughts and descriptions in my posts.))

22-Nov-2014 22:05:28

GrimMagister

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((I hope no one minds me posting now. I have a free moment, and probably won’t for a bit, and for anyone who hasn’t posted yet, I don’t think this should interfere too badly.))
((By the way, when I said Torig might relate to the Green Man, I mostly meant they had something in common. I’m not sure they should be one and the same. The Green Man should probably be more associated with life, and the peace of nature rather than hunting and anything human. He would more than likely be much older than Torig.))

"I am Bast, young thing," said Bastet as Sol entered. "And you are amongst your kind, and safe here. Make yourself comfortable..." she purred as she watched Sol enter the room.

Elatha turned away from the young god and watched Eleria sit on her book and he briefly considered trying to build a chair for himself. But it was nearly impossible to work much divine power in the realm of another god without their permission, and he had to much pride to ask for a seat…

As the other gods arrived, he folded his arms elegantly across his chest and listened to the questions of Nyx and Torig. He, of course, had questions as well, but wasn’t keen on asking anything just yet- Bastet had enough explaining to do already.

“Just a handful of gods,” Bastet replied to Nyx’s question. “For a handful of pine needles is all I was able to take of Ambriel, and as for your question, Torig, god of wild things…” she chuckled at the broad, overwhelming concept of ‘wild things’. “… Well that is why we are all here.” She yawned, in the way that cats do, and waved her hand, creating a number of thrones identical to her own, to create a circle around the center of the room, with hers at the front.


“Explain, Lady of Cats,” Elatha said as he sat- his starry garb unfolding perfectly around him.

22-Nov-2014 22:15:40 - Last edited on 22-Nov-2014 22:18:07 by GrimMagister

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“Do not command me in my own home, Elatha,” Bast answered calmly as she sat up. “Besides… I am afraid there is little that I can explain. Ambriel is the fifth of five gods to have murdered… He was a god of the zodiac- Humans need the constellations, and they admire them, and you know how they are with their silly horoscopes. He was not without enough attention to keep him alive. His death was the work of another. And when gods die… Humanity hurts too,” she said with deep sympathy. “Do you know what I am a god of?”

“Cats,” Elatha said complacently.

“Protection,” said Bast. “And now I feel it is time to protect the gods from that which would do them harm, and safeguard the mortal realms from whatever threatens them… I spoke with the girl some of you might have seen. Human in form- but something much more. Yet she does not have the sent of a god.”

Elatha nodded thoughtfully. He had never seen the girl, but he knew at once who Bastet spoke of. The raven haired girl was something very old, and very powerful.
“She made me believe that the Story is nearly finished,” Bast went on. “And that there is a force at work, trying to erase humanity before the final pages are told. And so* as a protector… I must do my duty. But if this is to be as dire of a campaign as the dark haired girl seems to believe, it is not something I can do alone.”

22-Nov-2014 22:15:52

Mark Argon

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((Oh I seem I must'** gotten the wrong of end of the stick. Ah well, hasn't really affected the story.))

Torig huffed at Bastet's apparent amusement about of his domain, but made no comment on the matter; there were more important things to discuss here.

He watched the others arrive, and also took more noticed of those already here.

Torig quickly took his seat on one of the thrones that had been created by Bastet, but struggled to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"So. All that's left of Ambriel is a pile of pine needles, and no explanation other than the cryptic message of some what... Human, Demi god? Who knows" the great hunter mused as he fiddled with a corner of one of the seat's cushions.

((Sorry for the kind of short post))

22-Nov-2014 22:28:49

D F Angel

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From the west the ship crested over the horizon as the bright light of the promised lands receded eastwards; the eternal horizon that they had forever been voyaging, those Keepers who were mere toys to the whims of their God. Whether it was crafted of black wood or dyed the abysmal colour was indiscernible, nor had the crewmen much care for such frivolities. They ran about the deck like anarchic termites, bestial forms carrying them about their savage duty, infernal whips slicing whelps in the forms of the shades that they kept as slaves.

Apart from the literal roaring of the lion-esque captain to its subordinates, the eternal ocean was mostly at a quiet. There was little wind in the blank, black sails that hung from the central mast and very few waves. Below decks, the slaves would be forced to work a tremendous amount of overtime on the oars to compensate for this delay. They could not afford any delays, for they were on-route to the promise lands. Every second they wasted was a second they were further away from their goal which was forever swept away from them by the ceaseless crest of the horizon.

The ship's figurehead was immobile, as one would characteristically expect from such a design; if not for the fact that it was a living, breathing being. Well, not necessarily breathing. A cuboid slot was at the forefront of the ship, inside which was affixed the crucifix of their deity and creator. Divine Abo-Cocazo was silent and unmoving, chained indefinitely to the shackles he had created for his own visage. The miniature islands that tethered his chains in place floated almost lazily about him, at peace with the world.

That is, until a single pine needle fluttered equally as lazily down to land on one of these floating platforms.

The connection forced an immediate reaction- an archangel disintegrating, a world collapsing, an entire house of worship turning to rubble in the matter of instances.
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23-Nov-2014 00:45:01

D F Angel

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Similarly, the vision lasted barely an instant, but the change that it wrought upon their god was instantly felt. The seas were now a tempest, a great storm of ferocious waves as the tainted winds howled with dastardly delight. As their god considered the implications of the item that had fallen into his realm, the first mate shouted to the captain, "MAELSTROM!"

Now, the slaves were revolting against their masters. Seizing their chains and wrapping it around the throats of their captives, swarming them from all sides and throwing them overboard. Abo-Cocazo had no reason to fear for the loss of any lives, as soon the ship would sail full circle on their infinite voyage, and those lost at sea would be fished out from the ocean depths and put to the oars or the rigging or the powder kegs, the last of which were being loaded and fired to cause unprecedented destruction to their ship. It was all for show though. Once the shades overthrew their beastly masters, they would set the slavers to repairing the vessel, so that all may continue anew.

Abo-Cocazo mused over the scenario which was displayed before him. More importantly, he mused over the relevance it held to his own scenario. Gods were perishing. The old order of things were being overthrown by the new. Change was inevitable. All that really mattered was on which side of change would the god allow himself to exist upon: The old, or the new?

He knew his answer, and so the rocks that floated about him rose, pulling the crucifix out of its slot in the ship and taking him skyward, realmward, eonward- traversing spacetime in the matter of moments to arrive at his intended destination.

Abo floated ethereally through the entrance of Bastet's throne room, the bottom of the crucifix that shackled him scraping soundlessly across the floor. He took a moment to observe the other participants of this discussion, all of which who had taken human form. Should he do the same? Did it truly matter?
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23-Nov-2014 00:45:10

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The summoning of the thrones decided that matter. The chains which hung from the god's body began to encircle him in a writhing storm, making a metallic blur which by the time it had evaporated into non-existence, left behind a young woman. Her frail, blue dress hung loosely upon her body, as though a single gust of wind would blow it away. Her blonde hair trailed behind her so low it was alike a cape, and her deathly pale skin radiated in the soft, summer heat of Bastet's everlasting desert.

"We are shackled," observed Slavia, taking the nearest seat to the door, besides none in particular. "Chained to those who worship us, and so we are forced to act." The goddess pondered upon how many of them were working under the pretence of being valorous- an ungodly notion. Gods were above such concepts, emotions, the morality of mortality.

"I have seldom seen a revolt fail, when backed by a higher power," the goddess added, allowing the others to mull over such information.
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23-Nov-2014 00:45:18

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Nyx clicked his tongue, his child like face looking slightly frustrated before he exhaled. "Great, the prince of edgy is here." He mused over his own thought as he looked to Elatha, he turned back seeing the new god being confused at everything that was going on. Clearing his own voice, "Yo! New guy, over here!" He waved his left hand going to try and get the new gods attention, "I'm the welcoming committee here, congratulations on becoming a god. Sadly you showed up at kinda a bad time, listen to our lovely hostess here, I'll tell you more about the joys of being a god later, kay?"

After his little speal he turned back and looked to Bastet, he had the silly grin across his face before that turned into a grimace as he heard that deep philosophical tone of Abo. "Oh cmon! Must you be so depressing? I get that we are suppose to help humanity to the end? But," He paused changing his voice to mimic Abo's slightly, "We are shackled." He changed his voice back to normal as he continued his childish tone, "Get a damn grip upon yourself, I get we are bound, we are all aspects that humanity needs and uses each of us to represent in some weird way." He paused debating on continuing but he got the sinking feeling if he continued Bastet might just throw him out of her realm, and the storyteller in him was really wanting to see how this played out, he really wanted to reach the ending.

"Sorry about that Bassy, I just hate it when THEY want to be depressing and deeply philosophical, it kills my mojo." His voice towards the end seemed to change almost like a child whining.

23-Nov-2014 06:08:51

Xefaro

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The heat of this realm was nothing foreign to Shango. Long had he spent time beneath the sweltering sun of the savannahs, even before his deification. Relentless was the sun over his empire, as was he during his mortal days. His violence had come to be contained since his reign as Third Oba—a god must be objective, in most matters*but his warrior form allowed him some retrospective to those times.

The desert wind beckoned him to the palace of the realm, whipping his red drape like a flag. The searing sand sank through his calloused toes as he approached. Shango internalized the opulence of the palace before he had even entered. The interior demonstrated no less esteem. Those of Shango’s pantheon did not typically indulge in such regality. But he understood fully the difference in values between his contemporaries and Bastet’s. Her brethren had a much grander following in Egypt and beyond than Shango might ever understand among his own people. They were gods to be reckoned with, this was clear. Shango had felt their presence the moment he was deified, for they operated not far from his own people of Earth. Though he was unaware what other roles they played within the other reaches of the Eonfold.

Shango took a seat upon one of the thrones, a significant contrast to the stone slab he had within his own realm, and did his best to sit cross-legged within its seat. He appraised the other gods present, most of which he was not acquainted. There was Bastet of course, who presided over the room. And Abo, a goddess Shango had sensed quite often. Across the ages, many his people had turned to her, for they had been taken from his land and enslaved by wicked men. He had not encountered the goddess genuinely until now. The rest of them, he did not know too well. He was not omniscient, after all. Two of them, he mused, took the forms of children. Both a boy and a girl.

23-Nov-2014 19:48:14

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But now Shango contemplated Bastet’s words, staring calmly towards the feline goddess. To suggest that the Story was ended was an assertion most grave. It was certainly a concept Shango had never pondered in all his years.

When the boy-child finished speaking in spite of Abo, Shango spoke,

“If it is true that something wishes to bring about the end of the story, it would require a great wherewithal, even by a god’s standards. I can only assume that if we accept this undertaking…” Shango paused. Even his voice was percussive, leaving oppressive silence in its wake, “… we will be opposing Them.”

Shango of course referred to the Old Ones—the progenitor gods—the harbingers of the beginning, and the end. To even think that they might be challenged was an alien thought to Shango.

23-Nov-2014 19:48:29

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