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Eucle nods to the loving god. And opens his arms in a welcoming expression. His normally serious and formal expression drops for a moment. He comes to Kealoharen side and puts a hand on the fellow divinity shoulder. He then whispers quietly.
"While I agree with you in that cultist do not deserve to be hurt. Note please that as a helpful alleged cultist I have vexed interests for that to be the case. I cannot agree with you in your words. Your club has rules. What the cosmic mother say, as long as you play by the rules, has little sway. Now we could argue back and forth about the big and the fine print. And that would be lovely. For example I could argue that you are the ones misguided. Look at me alleged cultist and all, I walked atop living Zalsaram, technically unliving yet you get the point, with my children. Nothing happened to them. You know what Zalsaram is? Zalsaram is the world. Zalsaram is also a god. Do you know what happens to a god when said god dies? Well. It's not pretty. Irregardless of the cultist misguiding, and specially the helpful alleged cultists (again vexed interest bear with me), your club has rules. Punish heretics swiftly. I love loop holes though and I'll help your case. Heretics isn't defined, it's assumed to refer to cultist but not necessarily the case, I would ask Kethneciel who is the expert on laws for that. You might also want to argue that punishment doesn't imply suffering, but I probably won't buy you that and again I have a special interest in not suffering. Finally you could try to figet that swiftly is something in cosmical terms, that as we are potentially eternal swift lacks much meaning. But if you try that route... well... you might get the short end stick of dear Pernieth's patience."
Then he claps his hands like a bright idea just occurred to him. This time it isn't as much as a whisper, at least at the beginning.
"Wait! Wait! Argue that the combat between Kryokoli and Ignus was the punishment. I mean it was self defense but we don't need to tell that to anyone."
Kealoharen kept itself facing Perneith, but did get caught in the business of loopholes. A loophole that caused them to not question the rule initially. "Punish does not mean to cause to suffer. It is the infliction of a penalty or sanction. The causing of suffering is not an effective penalty, and is not a sanction."
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"Family" A living image of a forest, dying with ice in its heart, and the goddess who put it there.
"Pain" Another image, this time of the First Tree, and the spikes of ice, transfixing a being almost as old as the world, who did nothing but care for every living creature that called her home.
"Child" Now Cassandra appears, and the stark icy blue of the wounds left by Wintertide show across her back. She fights against an image of Kryokoli, but it is clear that she stands no chance of victory, and the other goddess knows this full well.
"Justice." he finishes, and a second blade grows from his other wrist.
Kealoharen took pause, looked at the goddess and then back at the great god of nature. "This is not justice. This is revenge. She hurt you. Your beloved creatures. But I will not stand down. Hurting her won't change what she did. It is done. She will be held accountable, but not through violence. She will be punished - but not through suffering."
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"No. Your creations nor you have slighted me. You wish to hear the source of my suspicion? Its the timing of your question. For you see it has been revealed that a Cult exists which wishes to resurrect Zalsaram, and an alliance of gods opposing this has already been formed. Some names have been given, perhaps not all, for the purpose of this alliance is to expose and root out this Cult of the Beast. For the sake of our kinship I do hope that the timing of your question was just a coincidence."]
"You are thanked for explaining. I will keep what you have said in mind. If I find any troubling information during my search I will make sure it makes its way to you. Now, I will go to Erebus, and see what, if anything, is there.
And so Clora left, and appeared at the gates of the planes of the dead. What she saw surprised her. The returned were undead of a kind she had not expected. And for her, they changed everything. Undead made from souls. These would complete the cycle which she had been waiting to see completed. She had been distracted, but somebody else had started the last stretch of her goal - the reach towards balance. She felt the energies, and could tell who it was who had done this - the energy was familiar, and only so many were concerned with the souls of the dead. Her alliance with Eucle had born greater fruit than she had expected. Within her, fragments of the souls within her cheered - though her outer self showed no such reaction. Now, of course, it was her turn to help Eucle in his goals. A debt for a debt. A boon for a boon. A goal for a goal.
She descended towards the nearest of the returned, and inquired. "What purpose do you serve here? I must find the soul of the one who lived before the world was called Zalsaram."
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Kealoharen took pause, looked at the goddess and then back at the great god of nature. "This is not justice. This is revenge. She hurt you. Your beloved creatures. But I will not stand down. Hurting her won't change what she did. It is done. She will be held accountable, but not through violence. She will be punished - but not through suffering."
Salawa and Falcon - Limbo - trouble brewing
"And why exactly do you get to be the grand arbiter who decides what is and isn't justice? I do not recall you ever being appointed to such and I do indeed draw a line between not wishing to inflict ill on others and trying to dictate to the bereaved they aren't allowed to seek recourse for their wrongs. You would dare be such a bully to another?" Falcon chastised Kealoharen for this attempt to (from his perspective) force his heavy-handed philosophy on others. It was bad enough that he had to put up with Lion telling him what do in in Council meetings. At least he recognized that Lion had some authority on such matters. But here is this god of "kindness" callously dismissing another's pain and telling them they're not allowed to seek retribution for it. What kind of evil is that?
and no, Falcon's views of good and evil definitely do NOT line up with the dnd alignment system.
Salawa remains strangely silent for now, though his body is beginning to shake.
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Salawa and Falcon - Limbo - trouble brewing
"And why exactly do you get to be the grand arbiter who decides what is and isn't justice? I do not recall you ever being appointed to such and I do indeed draw a line between not wishing to inflict ill on others and trying to dictate to the bereaved they aren't allowed to seek recourse for their wrongs. You would dare be such a bully to another?" Falcon chastised Kealoharen for this attempt to (from his perspective) force his heavy-handed philosophy on others. It was bad enough that he had to put up with Lion telling him what do in in Council meetings. At least he recognized that Lion had some authority on such matters. But here is this god of "kindness" callously dismissing another's pain and telling them they're not allowed to seek retribution for it. What kind of evil is that?
and no, Falcon's views of good and evil definitely do NOT line up with the dnd alignment system.
Salawa remains strangely silent for now, though his body is beginning to shake.
"I understand that he is in pain. He and I both know that he could easily move me aside. I am saying what I am because I condone no harm to others. Even in retaliation. Revenge does not undo the harm, and it does not undo the pain. It solves nothing. More pain only adds pain, it does not reduce it. I am not dictating, I am begging and appealing. Because I am incapable of stopping this great god should they continue. But I cannot condone suffering like this. I cannot condone the suffering which happened to this god's creations either - but revenge is not the way to solve this problem." Kealoharen stayed focused on the god of nature, hoping that maybe, just maybe, it would find within it the capacity for charity.
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Falcon, Ignus, Others - Limbo
Falcon bobs his head at being called both ignorant and little. He does indeed know that he is. Hence his fascination with asking questions with Ignus.
"Just one. What did I do to make it harder for you to not hurt her? I haven't seen this one before now, and none of my siblings mentioned meeting one like this. I am confused"
"Those words were for the Cosmic Mother."
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"No" Pernieth says caustically, and the Alpha Pack fans out around Ignus and her daughter.
"I do not want to hurt you. Do not do this."
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Salawa and Falcon - Limbo - trouble brewing
"And why exactly do you get to be the grand arbiter who decides what is and isn't justice? I do not recall you ever being appointed to such and I do indeed draw a line between not wishing to inflict ill on others and trying to dictate to the bereaved they aren't allowed to seek recourse for their wrongs. You would dare be such a bully to another?" Falcon chastised Kealoharen for this attempt to (from his perspective) force his heavy-handed philosophy on others. It was bad enough that he had to put up with Lion telling him what do in in Council meetings. At least he recognized that Lion had some authority on such matters. But here is this god of "kindness" callously dismissing another's pain and telling them they're not allowed to seek retribution for it. What kind of evil is that?
and no, Falcon's views of good and evil definitely do NOT line up with the dnd alignment system.
Salawa remains strangely silent for now, though his body is beginning to shake.
"I can speak from experience. Vengeance is unhelpful, it does little to mend the wounds. Also, I was punished for it. So, so too should others be. This is my daughter, are you saying anothers' pain is more important than mine?"
She looks at Pernieth, "Why do you not punish the one responsible for her being this way? Because you do not seek Justice? I can melt that ice if you wish. I can heal the tree. I will grant you aid, but only if you do not attack my daughter. If you do that, I will defend her. Just as you would defend your 'Daughter' if I were to attack her."
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Limbo - Pernieth, Cassandra, Ignus, Kryokoli, Kealoharen and Others
Cassandra turns from her pedestal in front of Pernieth. Her eyes glow gold, the surest sign that the Plant god was using her as his conduit. "Those wounds have been mended by Our own hand, at great cost. Others will never heal. You of all should know this." Cassandra points at the scars on her back, and the seared stump where her left arm once was, both actions caused by the two gods in front of her. Behind her, Pernieth stands immovable, his blades glowing faintly as if lit from within, a faint blue glow of storm and lightning. "You are right, Ignus of the Burning Lands. We seek Retribution. We seek for your daughter to feel what we felt. To know the utter despair of hopelessness, to realize that a being that far surpasses you has you in its talons, and you cannot escape. Call it Justice or Vengeance. Our people suffered at her hand, just as they suffered at yours. You remember what came of such things.
You defend that monster as though she were still your daughter. Surely you must see by now that she bears no love for you, no semblance of the goddess she once was. She is anathema to you, and all you hold dear.
You have stood before Us once and made similar claims. Do not make Us move you. We can, and We will if We must." Both Cassandra and Pernieth seem calm, but it is not the peace of nonviolence, but the calm before a storm, when the world stands still with baited breath.
Cassandra turns to Kealoharen then. "You speak of alternate solutions. Suggest one that satisfies Our desire for Retribution, and We may consider it. But do not waste our time with empty words or talk of peace. We are beyond such things, now."
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The Cosmic Mother, Limbo
The Cosmic Mother remains silent, but listens carefully to Cassandra's words. Her reply is a simple reminder of the words of the one who actually thwarted Kryokoli.
"Take the time to Heal and Nurture the Damage done by the Cult."
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Cassandra turns to Kealoharen then. "You speak of alternate solutions. Suggest one that satisfies Our desire for Retribution, and We may consider it. But do not waste our time with empty words or talk of peace. We are beyond such things, now."
Kealoharen paused for just a moment. "There is a judge among us, is there not? Surely this god could rule a result which would satisfy all parties - and prevent this meeting from turning into an all out brawl." They motioned to Kethnecial.
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Grim and Grenzo - Madhouse Carnival
Grenzo tsked at the return of Grim and reformed the Khaad. He then kissed the Ringmaster, marking the creature as His chosen in this realm. Finally He whispered to the barely conscious creature at His logs "Now that you've failed to impress our friends you get to be responsible for convincing they're friends. Fail me again and I will let you be a part of the Madhouse instead."
When Grim awoke the prismatic Khaad grabbed his baton and top hat and opened his mind to the Chaos. The next Wild Hunt saw the Fey briefly dropped into a pit and greeted with the grinning Grim as he mirrored their forms. He said "Hello again, friends! Care to sit down and talk things over or would you rather join the Madhouse?" Stools were formed, the candy cane colors of red and orange and seemingly made of stone.
The Sidhe, armored in glittering glass stronger than steel and riding fey horses of beautiful and fell demeanor, land gracefully at the bottom of the pit, leaping from their mounts with drawn swords.
Grim's appearance stops their movement, and his words freeze them still as statues. For a long, silent moment, they simply stare at the creature before them with their form, and then, as one, they begin to laugh. Their laughter is as beautiful as they are, and as cold.
"The quarry speaks our tongue now!" the leader of the Sidhe outriders says gleefully, pulling off his helmet to reveal a beautifully wicked face, all sharp lines and bright white teeth. "And it wears our form! Such a talented quarry!" his words bring another laugh to the lips of the other Sidhe.
Moving gracefully, the leader moves to the brightly colored stools, the other Sidhe following suit. "Speak then, clever quarry. Entertain us with your talk, and perhaps we shall call off the hunt."
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Sidhe Court - Mab, Kerx, Gaorg
Kerx wrapped an arm around Gaorg with a wide grin "A feast! Can't say I can object to that one! Ha!"
"The God of Luck," began the Avatar with a finger in the air in a matter of fact manner. "has a keen interest in the Sidhe Court and it's folks. He's offerin' an alliance, ya see? Y'all are creatures of similar fabric and making to the folk o' the Madhouse! Ha! Think we'd make good friends!"
Mab considers this statement for a long moment, her white hair shining in the dim light of the throne room. "I would meet this Ahn before I would agree to any alliance. The creations of the madhouse had a certain...reckless cheer that I found oddly compelling. Lead me to him, that we may talk." As she speaks, the oldest and strongest of the Sidhe Court gather around her, an honor guard for their queen.
"Well, I guess this is where I--" Gaorg begins to speak, before choking as a clear collar is placed around his neck. The lead of the color ends in Mab's hands. "You do not object that I bring my pet along, do you?" she says to Kerx, arching one pure alabaster eyebrow.
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Divinities Throneroom - Ahn, TukTuk, Skreechy, Bronze King
Ahn laughed when he gazed upon the new Nightmare Engines as they took the appearance of Goblins. He waved his scepter of flesh and bone in the air and directed The Visionary's body across the Void and sat it right in front of Oussia, creating a permanent eclipse during the Summer.
"Ha! How's that!? Huh!? Hahahahaha! Look at all their little faces!" exclaimed Ahn as he spoke of the mortals below, specifically the faces of the goblins a ross the playground as they all turned their gazes skyward, well, the one's that could see the sky at least.
Kethneciel watches as his father is placed before Oussia, and then speaks one word. "No."
The Divinities find themselves exactly where they were before, watching Oussia from across the Void.
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Kealoharen paused for just a moment. "There is a judge among us, is there not? Surely this god could rule a result which would satisfy all parties - and prevent this meeting from turning into an all out brawl." They motioned to Kethnecial.
Kethneciel is not at Limbo as the tension mounts, however, he appears when the god of Love calls for a Judge. "Thy retribution is just, Pernieth," Kethneciel states, before holding up one hand, "But it is impossible for one simple reason; Kryokoli is incapable of the terror thou wishes to impart to her. Her heart is stolen; she can feel naught but cold disgust and hatred. Thy retribution would be nothing to her, for she cannot feel the fear of a mouse caught in the talons of an eagle, nor can she feel the helplessness of a prisoner facing the weight of the Law. My counsel is not peace, but patience; until her heart is returned to her, the justice thou seeks from her fear is impossible to obtain."
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Aegis PAP (Protect the Mortals): Nourishment. The Visionary's corpse no longer blocks Oussia from the Playground. Winter is still raging, however.
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Kethneciel is not at Limbo as the tension mounts, however, he appears when the god of Love calls for a Judge. "Thy retribution is just, Pernieth," Kethneciel states, before holding up one hand, "But it is impossible for one simple reason; Kryokoli is incapable of the terror thou wishes to impart to her. Her heart is stolen; she can feel naught but cold disgust and hatred. Thy retribution would be nothing to her, for she cannot feel the fear of a mouse caught in the talons of an eagle, nor can she feel the helplessness of a prisoner facing the weight of the Law. My counsel is not peace, but patience; until her heart is returned to her, the justice thou seeks from her fear is impossible to obtain."
Kealoharen's moment of happiness at having a potentially agreeable course of action dissipated as the ruling came down. Clearly, Kealoharen had been unaware the the judge-god was also the god of punishment and retribution.
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Deirdre
It was before her. The task that, in some small way, had driven her to what she had become. It was more than that, she knew. The story of her brother from when she was but a babe… her memories veered away, then came back. Her comrades among the fey had seen her off, and she had once again found her people. The words came, but it was strange to be in the company of halflings again, after so many years without. Her next task was before her as well, and difficult. During her time away, the raids had not abated -- they had, in point of fact, increased in area. So she found herself in the position of trying to find a caravan going that way anyways, or, if everything failed, bribe one.
She found it in Pollus, who was equally thankful when she provided him with the small puzzle box. Well, box with a secret. Fey magic, that, that would keep him and his safe, whatever happened. Four wagons, she set out with, along those dangerous northern routes. In a burst of reminiscence, she joined the three children of the caravan in racing alongside. Was it so long ago she did the same with her brother?
They made camp, mud splatters and all. Deirdre had managed several rabbits with her bow during the day’s movement, and they went onto the fire. It was, of course, bad manners and an insult to leave food when a guest, so she simply HAD to finish all she was served. Then each to their own bower; their caravans for her hosts, for her, the starlight and fireside.
Darkness surrounded her when she awoke, with but the dim light of coals, but it was the noise, however distant, that awakened her. The faint thrum, and a shadow where it should not be.
The feeling began; the rush of urgency, the demand of combat on the body, as time slows down. Left hand seized the two rocks waiting, flung them from where she lay to thump against Pollus’s wagon. He would know. She did not sleep with all her weapons on her; her concessions to comfort left much other than her knives around her. But for practice… she rolled to her right, over the top of one scabbard, landing on her back again. Right arm stretched out at the end of the roll, sliding through the strap of the quiver as she started to sit, hands moving down to buckle the belt she had rolled onto into place. Firmly girded, she stood with the aid of her bow, using her weight and force to bend and string it, eyes gazing up into the skies. So it began, the one last test.
Fire and noise and lines. They were used to little more than a few desperate merchants fighting. That was not the case here. Her eyes, adjusted as their yells pierced the night, the first wave coming down on ropes from the craft above. Breathe. Nock, aim, draw, check, loose. The first goblin fell, dropping from his rope. Deirdre tutted to herself; Lejani would have her hide for that shot, it hit the breastbone instead of something more vital. Again, another arrow thrummed through the air as the anchor crashed down, this one plucking a hobgoblin through his helmet. Three, four, five, six, she silently worked her sorcery, sending arrows burning a deadly trail through the night, letting the singletons in their ragged first wave die.
Someone figured out something was wrong, that much was obvious. The second wave came down next, as a proper wave this time, together with the third wave. That would be most of their troops, she estimated, given the size and what they would need for a job like this. Breathe. Broadhead shafts drove through armor at her call, the thrum of the string the only warning that the next four received before they met with their god, and not in the way they wanted. Most of the others made ground; one had managed to spot her and made for her, swinging on his rope. She let the bow sing one last time before she hung it; if the goblin was going to be kind enough to perform such a loud warcry, she could have hardly turned down the target he generously gave, although getting the arrow out of the throat later might be a bit messy.
Six of them advanced on her, in a half circle. Cautious, but unsure. It was dark, and her hands were empty. Breathe. Left hand twitched, right hand twitched, and she began to run, headlong at them. Their astonishment at the crazy halfling turned to anger when the knives sprouted from the throats of two of their number. At the last moment, she ducked her shoulder into a roll to her right. Coming up to her feet, she was inside the guard of one of the hobgoblins; her rolling motion turned into pulling her sword from its sheathe on her left hip in a smooth arch, one that cleanly cut across the neck of this opponent. Breathe. Step to the right, match weapons with the opponent there, shove him back for space, continue the turn. Blade coming in, a high vertical cleaver, block with the horizontal blade high on the turn. Left leg trailing, sweeping took the goblin by surprise, tripping him up until he met her diagonal blow coming down. Hop to the side, the one she shoved barely missing his blow. Another, cautious to the side. Block the blade, bind as her left hand dropped. The unsheathing of her sword from the right hip took his strong arm at the elbow, and her right hand blow finished it. Sheathe again, turn to face the lone man. Breathe. Hobgoblin, big, brutal, and well armored. And cautious. She grinned in the flickering light and ran at him.
He had seen it before, and kept his weapon close, backing up as she approached… and vanished. From one step to the next, she simply sprang upwards as her right knee took the weight, and disappeared into the night. Stepping forward, head swiveling and trying to find her in the dark, he never heard her land behind him, nor the cut that took his head off from behind.
Deirdre wiped the blades clean, then pointed one at a bush, and flicked it upwards, towards the waiting ship. The whimper of what was doubtless fear issued from the bush, and then with a loud squeal, a goblin burst out, tossing his weapons down and scrambling up the nearest line as fast as he could. Word would spread, and that was just the thing. No more.
In The Deeps
Years rolled on, and beneath the waves, the cetaceans continued their ceaseless travels. Elders passed from these waters, but remained still with the pods, for that was the way of the cetaceans. Their control of magic became more deeply ingrained in them. Soon, changing the currents or calling a storm required all the effort it might take a wizard to light a candle in his own study. And while they travelled far and wide, many came to have particular waters they called home; perhaps where they were born, or where their mate died. Those home waters, though, for all of their ease in magic, surpassed even that. There, to change the order of things was breath, something you did always without conscious thought. Centuries of peace and power paid off.
Mianmi
Well, this was inconvenient. It was one thing to set them out on their own, but quite another to have their home uprooted, torn away, and flung into the sky. She could put it back again, but that would be rather rude… An exertion of will, and it was done. The portal lay within the earth, attuned to the Ursid who had been lifted into the sky, leading back down beneath the waves.
The Realm of Dreams
The Emerald Ones met in silence, watching. They had seen that figure, outlined in light, when they looked onto the Many Paths. But not here, not like this. Not in the dreams of others. Who was it, that dreamed dreams of the future, that dreamed of the leanbh réalta? And what did they know? For, for all of their wisdom and insight, the Emerald Ones knew nothing of it -- him.
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The Gray Wastes The arguably dishonored dead, the questionably honorable, the faithless Northmen.
Havard walks a long winding road between two cities as he has for the uncountable past. Behind him marches a small Organized army, a cold a bitter wind blowing at their backs as it always does on this plane. The Legions of the Damned as they have come to call themselves.
The wind blows forever, but time is standing still. This place represents their one last chance. Havard had never intended to become a gathering point for others hopeful of improving their fates. To be frank it was annoying to have so many mimicking him, some had even begun giving praise. He knew what he was though.
A murderer, a pillager, a mercenary, a heartless and evil man with never a shred of conscience or regret during his life. At least until the day he died. A man slaughtering a village of his people is one thing, Black Orcs eat the dead. Not knowing why he had turned and attacked the raiding force of the Orcs. He should have fled, or assisted the Orcs, or continued with his own mission. The village would have been dead in any of those cases, and the reward his.
Havard shrugs heavily. Instead for no reason he could conceive he had turned and fought, defending the old, weak and infirm. A small shudder passes through his solid frame.
The dirt beneath his feet crunches.
Between an eternity of this or becoming a Hero and perhaps eventually atoning and making his way to the Halls of Celestia it was not a difficult decision.
The sun has begun to set, he steps off of the road into a ditch, and pauses in memory. He can remember a time before roads existed here. He runs his fingers over the dry brittle grass, his fist clenches with some intangible and undefinable emotion. Setting his pack down and lies back in the grass staring up as the cascade of colors gradually shifts to darkness lit with tiny pinholes of light above.
Perhaps this time he will have a different dream...
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Parnetia ruins - the gathering Kiera-Shogling's
The Shoglings look suspiciously at the person speaking to them. It was probably magic and it made them nervous. However, there probably wasn't any harm in teaching her how to play their game and it would be more fun with some new blood in the group. They start explaining it to her while they waited.
Once befriending the group she begins slowly preaching while playing.
She preaches of ecstasy through pain, that can be obtained in the form of deliberate and violent self-transformation.
She shares her belief that by altering the physical and spiritual matter that makes up ones form, that they can reach a state of perfect being.
By removing weak aspects of ones self and replacing them with more desirable or powerful pieces one at a time, the experiences of heightened emotion and sensation (typically in the forms of terror and pain) lead to greater states of awareness and existence.
Her deep dedication in her words and beliefs made all the more disturbing by their eerie composedness and unnaturally cool disposition.
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Shoglings are beings that breed to make stronger versions all the time, trust Texl Shoglings know how body changing can help. Though Shoglings change much slower but much more permanent. Queens will be queens forever, a drone Shogling who perfects self just perfects self not all drones. Mind changing more drone thing, warriors grow slower than drones for some reason. Warriors train but we all seem to be close to the same. Warriors do grow a bit but drones are everywhere in strength. A drone may die from a punch or might be able to take two warriors in combat. All depend on training. Texl sees benefit to using pain and terror to train. Need to get used to that if in war. Must be ready, never know when war start. Though pain not much of an issue for warriors in combat and not much terrify warriors either. Warriors get nervous not afraid mostly. Texl says as he beats his opponent. He could have beaten them many turns ago but had apparently not noticed until then that he could.
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"Well played" the mysterious lady says holding back a sigh of relief. She had left multiple openings but only just now was it noticed.
"Texl, what if I told you that with my 'training' I could make a drone that's more powerful then a warrior? Obviously it takes some time and won't help them all but release a few into my custody and I'll show you the strength in my beliefs."
She sets the board up for another game.
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Considering every Shogling at this table is a warrior, Texl would say pretty horrifying. Texl mandated to say yes however, so yes Texl is interested in hearing what you say. Texl would love to hear that there is a method to make warriors and thus us less useful and less likely to breed. Texl need to get back to boat so you can pitch it to them however, they get to make decision and no more than three can go currently. Only so many can leave before Texl need to contact the leader. We left them there as it could have been dangerous out. Texl says as he makes a move.
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Oops, thought he was still playing against another Shogling otherwise I would have had him lose :P
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"Texl, have you not noticed our predicament yet? No one can leave unless you can fly." The woman pauses for a moment considering an interesting idea, shaking it off for the moment she continues.
"We have workers digging tunnels to the ground level but in the meantime please make yourself at home, clearly it was divine will that you be here.
Take this time to train with my brothers assassins and learn of human weapons and tactics, in trade let me put a warrior or two through my training... That is of course only if they are strong enough to handle a little pain."
"oh" she gently adds in after making a deliberate poor move on the board.
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Genasi begin walking through portals onto the outskirts towns of every conceivable size and population in groups of four to eight... everywhere.
Without further adieu they begin construction of small towers formed of a single section of stone, formed, moulded, sculpted or shaped through magic. The Fire Genasi with each group casts Zone of Peace on the area where the work is being begun in every instance as soon as they have stepped through. The towers stand approximately fifty feet in height and twenty feet in width, uniformly.
Their shapes however vary greatly depending upon the personality of the Earth Genasi in the group, whom performs the construction.
The Water Genasi begins growing a small wooden wall around the complex, nothing defensive in nature, but a border marker non-the-less, in which crops of various kinds quickly begin to grow and thrive. The Border Fence rests twenty feet from the exterior of the Tower on all sides.
The Air Genasi in each group begin to tinker with the immediate weather in the area. Bringing an unusual mixture of warm rain and sunlight to each and every compound during the middle of each day, fog each morning and gentle winds each evening. The temperature never seems to drop below freezing within the compounds' environs.
Once the towers are built, a door grows in to fill the opening into the tower, and super-fine quarts of impeccable clarity forms to fit into all of the many windows.
A sign is singed into each door which remarks upon the nature of each tower, emphasizing their presence being intended as one of aid.
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Divinities Throneroom - Ahn, Skreechy, TukTuk, Bronze King
"Aaaaaaaaarrrrgggghhhhh!!!!!!" Ahn screamed in absolute frustration as The Visionary was moved out of the way of Oussia's Light.
He simply disappeared, leaving a clueless looking gnome in blue shorts and a bright orange tunic sitting on the Throne of Flesh and Bone. The gnome clutched at the scepter as he looked around the Throneroom. "Ummmmm.....hello?" he said with a nervous smile.
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0AP Mark the Chosen, Bimble: Bimble is a young Cleric of Ahn from the Apex Sovereignty. He has served the God of Luck in secret within a sewer-based shrine for the past 3 years... Now he finds himself sitting on Ahn's throne, clueless and scared.
Sanctum, The Madhouse - Ahn, Grenzo, Coyote, Viper, Mab, Kerx
Smoke filled the area as a shadow moved within it's depths, coiling around the group as it did so and Ahn appeared, terrifying to behold, a massive serpent with five heads. Each head bore rows upon rows of mighty razor sharp fangs and eyes that glowed like infernal pits of fire.
A mighty roar escaped the five fanged maws and each head rounded upon the visitors of Sanctum. "Ha! We have new members to our little party?"
Three heads turned their focus to upon Viper, an insult was made against his rule in the not too distant past and the God of Luck remembered it well. The heads turned away from Viper with a hiss and fixed themselves upon Coyote while two turned to Grenzo.
To Coyote, the heads said "Ahhhh...I remember. You are Coyote, Greatest of All! Ha! I like you!"
To Grenzo, they said "Brother! I've found it! I've finally found it! My form, Terrible and True! HAHAHAHA! What do you think? Hmmm?"
One head departed from Coyote and fixed on a spot on the ground as Kerx and Mab are forced through, Kerx landing on his arse with a thud, Mab landing in whatever manner her skill allowed. The head grinned, if a serpent could grin and bellowed. "You wanted to meet me and here I am! Ahn! Behold! Hahahaha! Hello, Mab of the Sidhe! Welcome to MY Court!"
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Divinities Throneroom - Ahn, Skreechy, TukTuk, Bronze King
He simply disappeared, leaving a clueless looking gnome in blue shorts and a bright orange tunic sitting on the Throne of Flesh and Bone. The gnome clutched at the scepter as he looked around the Throneroom. "Ummmmm.....hello?" he said with a nervous smile.
The King of Bronze begins to laugh, light hearted and mirthful. It's loud, unrestrained and probably contagious to other mortals. He calms after a bit and smiles congenially at the Gnome. "Well hello, and who might you be? I am the King of Bronze, the Bronze King. One of the Four Kings of Metal."
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The King of Bronze begins to laugh, light hearted and mirthful. It's loud, unrestrained and probably contagious to other mortals. He calms after a bit and smiles congenially at the Gnome. "Well hello, and who might you be? I am the King of Bronze, the Bronze King. One of the Four Kings of Metal."
"I'm ummm...Bimble. I'm a cleric... don't know why he put me here...uhhh...*nervos hiccup* I uhhh...right. He said to vote on his behalf on the next course of action.... I'm just a cleric though!" The little gnome fidgeted with the scepter he now held, clearly nervous and unsure.
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One second. Texl says making a move before getting up to check. He comes back seemingly a bit shaken. Did spell casters do this or gods? Enough food up here? Shoglings brought food for Shogsselfs but what about the others? Shoglings always up to learn something new. New combat styles are always good. Though not sure why Shogs would need a weapon? We have our claws and hands don't work with claws. Texl says making another horrible move. This game would probably go on for awhile.
The Shog Island
Even at the outskirts the Shogling city was packed with the termite like buildings of the Shoglings, they had crammed as many Shoglings on the island as possible and they were almost right into the sea with their constructions. The only reason this place was even open was because the Shoglings were not skilled enough to make anything on the unstable ground so close to the sea. A clockwork construct walks up to the construction site and coughs loudly to get the Gensai's attention. All the Shoglings in the area had cleared out immediately as soon as construction had started and several more of the constructs were coming alerted by concerned citizens.
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One second. Texl says making a move before getting up to check. He comes back seemingly a bit shaken. Did spell casters do this or gods? Enough food up here? Shoglings brought food for Shogsselfs but what about the others? Shoglings always up to learn something new. New combat styles are always good. Though not sure why Shogs would need a weapon? We have our claws and hands don't work with claws. Texl says making another horrible move. This game would probably go on for awhile.
"Like I said friend, 'Divine intervention', we must work around the hardships placed in front of us and not succumb to the limits we are given.
She pauses granting her opponent a sly smile as she makes a clever move.
"Of course you don't need to learn the weapons since you have no need for them but understanding what your enemy might use grants great advantages in defence.
Sure you could just continue to moosh your opponent, as fun as it might be, but humans are fragile and weak, my brother can teach you how not to waste a strike.
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Sanctum, The Madhouse - Ahn, Grenzo, Coyote, Viper, Mab, Kerx
Smoke filled the area as a shadow moved within it's depths, coiling around the group as it did so and Ahn appeared, terrifying to behold, a massive serpent with five heads. Each head bore rows upon rows of mighty razor sharp fangs and eyes that glowed like infernal pits of fire.
A mighty roar escaped the five fanged maws and each head rounded upon the visitors of Sanctum. "
Ha! We have new members to our little party?"
Three heads turned their focus to upon Viper, an insult was made against his rule in the not too distant past and the God of Luck remembered it well. The heads turned away from Viper with a hiss and fixed themselves upon Coyote while two turned to Grenzo.
To Coyote, the heads said "
Ahhhh...I remember. You are Coyote, Greatest of All! Ha! I like you!"
To Grenzo, they said "
Brother! I've found it! I've finally found it! My form, Terrible and True! HAHAHAHA! What do you think? Hmmm?"
One head departed from Coyote and fixed on a spot on the ground as Kerx and Mab are forced through, Kerx landing on his arse with a thud, Mab landing in whatever manner her skill allowed. The head grinned, if a serpent could grin and bellowed. "
You wanted to meet me and here I am! Ahn! Behold! Hahahaha! Hello, Mab of the Sidhe! Welcome to MY Court!"
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Mab lands with utter poise and grace; a moment after her landing, one could have sworn that she had risen from the ground of her own accord.
She eyes Ahn's form for a second before dipping into a shallow courtesy, nodding her pure white tresses a fraction towards the serpent. "Well met, Ahn, god of Luck. I accept the gracious hospitality of your court." She looks around her for a long moment, noting the other members and the changeable nature of the place. She seems unconcerned by the fact that none of her courtiers came with her to the Madhouse. "You offered an alliance with my Court. Tell me; what would I gain from such an alliance, and what would you desire in return?"
Somewhere in Demiourgia
Mephos ceases viewing Mab a second after her entrance to the Madhouse; he has seen all he needs to see, and it wouldn't do for the primary god of Trickery to sense his guile. Not yet. He would join in alliance with these Lords of Chaos, using Mab as his proxy. To trick the god of Trickery would be a grand deception indeed, even more so if Grenzo never knew that he had been misled.
The Genasi Tower--Craast Dominus
Kahla orders the Craast to leave the Genasi towers alone; she has met their goddess, and she has no interest either in angering her or in interacting with her. The Craast give the towers curious looks as they pass them, but otherwise go on their way without going near.
The Craach begins growing over the walls within a day of the towers' arrival. Unless cut away daily, the glowing, mossy substance continues to encroach, simply growing over anything in its way. The Craast do not interfere with the Genasi should they decide to keep the Craach from their towers.
The Genasi Tower--Axia
The Tower outside of Lawsblood is met with by a Lawforged one day after their sudden appearance. The Lawforged carries several legal forms and treaties, all to the affect of clarifying whether or not the Genasi are representatives of Ignus, another power, or independent, what their specific short-term and long-term goals are, and how much they plan to interact with the local civilians of Axia.
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Sanctum, The Madhouse - Ahn, Grenzo, Coyote, Viper, Mab, Kerx
Ahn's head, the one focused on Mab moved closer to the Queen of the Unseelie. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a gust of hot air from his nostrils. "Mutual understanding." said the head, a mere few inches from Mab and it twitched sideways, fixing two of four eyes on the Queen. "Assumed that much would be obvious. Your kind is Chaotic in nature as are my children and the children of my brothers. Join us so that we could work together to bring Chaos into existence, forsake the alliance and you stand alone when the forces of Law come knocking on your door. Join us and your kind will have..friends."
"Or a family. Depending on your point of view." said another head as it broke off from Coyote with a snap of it's fanged maw.
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The Shog Island
Even at the outskirts the Shogling city was packed with the termite like buildings of the Shoglings, they had crammed as many Shoglings on the island as possible and they were almost right into the sea with their constructions. The only reason this place was even open was because the Shoglings were not skilled enough to make anything on the unstable ground so close to the sea. A clockwork construct walks up to the construction site and coughs loudly to get the Gensai's attention. All the Shoglings in the area had cleared out immediately as soon as construction had started and several more of the constructs were coming alerted by concerned citizens.
The Fire Genasi staff in hand steps forward just far enough to force the construct to enter the area of the enchantment if it wishes to attack. He speaks in his native language, though it is recognizable by the construct as being of all languages (Pearl of Speech) with which the Clockwork is familiar. "Yes, may I help you?"
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The Genasi Tower--Craast Dominus
Kahla orders the Craast to leave the Genasi towers alone; she has met their goddess, and she has no interest either in angering her or in interacting with her. The Craast give the towers curious looks as they pass them, but otherwise go on their way without going near.
The Craach begins growing over the walls within a day of the towers' arrival. Unless cut away daily, the glowing, mossy substance continues to encroach, simply growing over anything in its way. The Craast do not interfere with the Genasi should they decide to keep the Craach from their towers.
The Genasi merely set the borderline to repel the moss, rather than harming it, and carefully relocate the plantlife outside of their outpost.
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The Genasi Tower--Axia
The Tower outside of Lawsblood is met with by a Lawforged one day after their sudden appearance. The Lawforged carries several legal forms and treaties, all to the affect of clarifying whether or not the Genasi are representatives of Ignus, another power, or independent, what their specific short-term and long-term goals are, and how much they plan to interact with the local civilians of Axia.
The Fire Genasi again apparently acts as the representative, stepping forth. He takes the documents and looks them over carefully with a looking glass as though his eyesight were damaged. He begins filling out the paperwork almost immediately using a spell which writes in ink. "The answer to 'representative or independent' will need to remain ambiguous. We were sent, but whether or not that alone makes us representatives I am uncertain. It would be presumptuous of my person to make such a declaration. "Go forth to all places to give of aid and assistance" was the command we were given."
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Eldarond
The Genasi were welcomed with open arms in Eldarond. They were given manuals and manuscripts which outlined Eldarond Law and were asked to give notice before any future construction within the Kingdom of Eldarond.
Murkdeep
The people of Murkdeep were deeply devoted to Ahn, as such, the arrival of the genasi was not a welcomed one. They were not even given a chance to finish construction before a mob of civilians, pirates and sailors alike arrived, waving signs, pitchforks and all manner of tools. They demanded that the Genasi immediately depart.
Thloop
It is unknown whether or not the Genasi decided to build near the underwater city of Thloop but if so, they would be met with the same response as Murkdeep.
Krenko-Ka
All manner of guns, rifles, rockets and explosives were aimed at the Genasi who came near Krenko-Ka. They were given an ultimatum, leave or die.
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Eldarond
The Genasi were welcomed with open arms in Eldarond. They were given manuals and manuscripts which outlined Eldarond Law and were asked to give notice before any future construction within the Kingdom of Eldarond.
They nod patiently.
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Murkdeep
The people of Murkdeep were deeply devoted to Ahn, as such, the arrival of the genasi was not a welcomed one. They were not even given a chance to finish construction before a mob of civilians, pirates and sailors alike arrived, waving signs, pitchforks and all manner of tools. They demanded that the Genasi immediately depart.
Thloop
It is unknown whether or not the Genasi decided to build near the underwater city of Thloop but if so, they would be met with the same response as Murkdeep.
Krenko-Ka
All manner of guns, rifles, rockets and explosives were aimed at the Genasi who came near Krenko-Ka. They were given an ultimatum, leave or die.
The Genasi in all three cases shrug, dissolve their construction, remove any remaining traces of the magic used, and depart.
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Sanctum, The Madhouse - Ahn, Grenzo, Coyote, Viper, Mab, Kerx
Smoke filled the area as a shadow moved within it's depths, coiling around the group as it did so and Ahn appeared, terrifying to behold, a massive serpent with five heads. Each head bore rows upon rows of mighty razor sharp fangs and eyes that glowed like infernal pits of fire.
A mighty roar escaped the five fanged maws and each head rounded upon the visitors of Sanctum. "
Ha! We have new members to our little party?"
Three heads turned their focus to upon Viper, an insult was made against his rule in the not too distant past and the God of Luck remembered it well. The heads turned away from Viper with a hiss and fixed themselves upon Coyote while two turned to Grenzo.
To Coyote, the heads said "
Ahhhh...I remember. You are Coyote, Greatest of All! Ha! I like you!"
To Grenzo, they said "
Brother! I've found it! I've finally found it! My form, Terrible and True! HAHAHAHA! What do you think? Hmmm?"
One head departed from Coyote and fixed on a spot on the ground as Kerx and Mab are forced through, Kerx landing on his arse with a thud, Mab landing in whatever manner her skill allowed. The head grinned, if a serpent could grin and bellowed. "
You wanted to meet me and here I am! Ahn! Behold! Hahahaha! Hello, Mab of the Sidhe! Welcome to MY Court!"
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Coyote and Viper, Ahn, Grenzo, Mab, Kerk - The Madhouse
"Yes yes, you are a fun one! You were about to show me something really neat when my brother nagged me into leaving so we could talk about boring stuff. But the boring stuff is over and now I'm back to have fun!" Coyote says.
Viper will tacitly slither away at this point, his business of securing allies done. He will return the Divinities Throneroom to join his ally Skreechy
Viper, Tuktuk, Skreechy, Bronze King, Bimble - Divinities Throneroom
Viper will slither his way back to the Throneroom and coil himself on Skreechy's shoulder. He whispers in his ear, "I have finished my boring but necessary duties to others. Any way I can help you speed up your duties here so that we can get back to your master plan?"