Lords of Creation: Boundless Wonder, Endless Strife. [IC] [Part II]

**Elemental** · 2012-09-27, 02:37 AM (ISO 8601)

The Land That is Empty

Anzhela ignored Nettal. She'd had enough of this from kind of talk from Kiloasa, and if Nettal was going to push it, she'd give a serious thought to burying him under a mountain of books.
"Fair enough. You've chosen to intercede on Gale's behalf. She is yours if she wishes to remain with you.
"That is a fair agreement. Though a limitation on the summoning of Voidspawn should be put in place for reasons of safety.
"Thirdly; Death has right of precedence over magic, your decrees have no meaning over it. A compromise would be that the souls of dead mages could be called forth from the dead if there is need and returned to their resting place by the next sunrise, to be summoned again only after the next eclipse of the Sun by the Dark Moon.
"Fourthly; If Vampires are to be given such protection, then they must be rendered unable to harm others to prevent their abuse of it.
"Fifthly; The Celestial Horde was created by Halasht who is long since dead. Any who became part of the Horde while it was still his must be granted freedom. Any who joined since may remain a part of it unless they were coerced.
"Sixthly; If the issue that lead to you sacrificing yourself to seal the Well all those millennia ago has been rendered null, then you may keep it unsealed. Motion retracted.
"Seventhly; Hell reverts to the control of Lord Belsheroth by right of inheritance. It will be sealed and the souls of the damned granted over to the custody of the Devils.
"Eighthly; The dead will continue to the Forests of Starlight, the damned to Hell, the faithful of Aquaeris to the Deeps, the Fae to remain in Nepheli and the warriors of Vargull to his horde. If no suitable afterlife is created, then they default to the Forests or Hell, as the system has always been and always shall.
"Ninthly; It is not up to Belsheroth to decide the fate of the Censer. We must wait for the representative of Lady Gwyn to arrive.
"Finally, we are in agreement."
She opened her ink well and dipped her pen into it and wrote upon the parchment scroll in ink as dark as night with flecks of silver in it.
Wigbach is a declared enemy of the Empowered Council and the Circle of Darkness, names written chronologically.
She turned to Isyldar.
"We cannot agree to those terms Lord Isyldar and we suspect you made them in jest."

**Lady Serpentine** · 2012-09-27, 03:34 AM (ISO 8601)

[Conferring Peacefully]

"My apologies, then, Anzhela. My impression differed, but in that case, it seems reasonable enough... Of course, that changes little for me, but I would like to offer an apology for the misunderstanding, and the insults.

As for testing Anarya's divinity, you may be allowed to later, depending on what we choose when we've had time to discuss the matter. It is not something I would choose for her, nor an easy choice for her to make... Regardless, I ask for no accommodations due to her once-mortal nature, nor does she, so the current state of affairs is acceptable, at least for the moment.

In any case, on to my terms:

Firstly, while much of what has been said regarding afterlives is acceptable to me, all of my faithful will go to Netheli, not only the Fae; I have followers among the humans of Freeport, as well as the Changelings, Peafowlkin, and Elthiens, and I see no reason that they should not be allowed to go to Netheli.

Should it matter, you have my word they will be safe there, and the minds of those who need such care healed as best I and those who serve me, as well as any other who wishes to aid, can manage.

Secondly, the Void is to be unsealed. It is, traditionally, common property of all deities, and Belsheroth has no greater claim on it, as a whole, than any other.

Thirdly, as the souls of our followers are ours to do with as we choose, by your own admission, while Belsheroth is free to take whatever measures he sees fit, within reason, to protect the souls of his followers, and prevent them from becoming liches or similar beings, we are likewise free to grant our own such gifts if we choose.

Fourthly, Vampires will be treated as any other mortal race, both with regards to protections and restrictions.

Fifthly, those who wish to remain in the Celestial Horde who joined prior to its creators death will be allowed to do so.

Sixthly, mortals are to be allowed to give up a portion of their life to return any dead being they wish to life for the same period of time they gave up, at which point the returned reverts to their former afterlife, unless their actions have rendered a change in destination necessary, such as in the case of someone converting from following Aquaeris to following Vargull, or one of those condemned to Hell atoning for their past actions.

Seventhly, all those following our agreement are to unite against any who break its conditions, nor is attacking them a violation of these terms. And I do intend to enforce that particular one regardless of the side of the offender, or their relation to me.

Finally, I am also in agreement that we should unite against Wigbach, though so long as they do not attempt to hinder us, I have no objection to those on either side preferring to remain neutral in such a case."

**Xondoure** · 2012-09-27, 03:50 AM (ISO 8601)

A Lonely Mountain on Exaclone, Far From Anywhere

"I'd really prefer it if you signed." The Fool grinned. "I could, should I choose to, force you to accept. In fact, should I choose, you would follow my every whim. But that is boring. Control is boring. I much prefer setting things in motion and then sitting back to watch the fireworks. Now, all I'm asking is a single favor, one which I solemnly swear will not involve the complete or near loss of your own free will. And in exchange you will receive this power instead of someone else." The Fool's face had twisted into malice though the tone remained all too sweet. "And should one of your brethren obtain such near divine fury... Well... Just what direction would you like your people to go?"

Unravelling

"Something isn't right. Morgash should not have been able to tear open the heart of this place so easily." spoke the fox.

"The boundaries are fading. Isanvrede has been corrupted. Worse, it was corrupted here. The ripples of that change have only begun." spoke the wise man.

"And if we do not repair the fabric of this place?" asked the warrior.

"We are undone." answered the queen.

"The world is undone." corrected the golden serpent.

"Then we must not fail. It is time to use all of the resources at our command." hummed the butterflies.

"Him? How many lives were lost because of him? How many years did we lose to him?" snapped the warrior.

"Things are different this time. We are stronger. And the rules have changed." the queen calmed the warrior.

"To make the same mistake twice... it would be foolish." The Fool laughed thinking itself clever. Or perhaps it laughed to drown out the secret before it tried to talk. At any rate the Fool was decided. It was time to pay a visit to an old friend.

In the Hall of the Mountain King

Mead mugs clashed over the roar of laughter. Shanks of mammoth were torn into by a host of hungry ice kin. At the head of the table in a chair that could have been a throne Hallorn sat drinking and laughing with the rest. Around his feet a wolf lay sleeping. To his left sat his daughter Tara and his son Yannus. To his right his sons Cendr, and Hallen, though the seat closest to him was empty. But all present acted as if to ignore this. They were a family, they were happy. As it should be.

At the far end of the hall an oaken door as tall as ten men was sealed shut, as it should be. Here they were safe, why would anyone ever wish to leave? Thus you can imagine the reactions of those present when the doors shuddered with a boom from out beyond. All eyes stared transfixed as again the sound came.

Upon the third time Hallorn roared out a command. "Open it." At his words those nearest the doors rushed to fulfill his orders. The wooden bar was removed, and with the strength of ten men on each side; the doors were pulled open a quarter way. Standing in the snow was a man in a tattered cloak. As he stepped into the hall he removed the hood of his cloak.

"Imil!"

"Father." the man replied warmly.

"Come, sit. we've saved you a place." the giant exclaimed barely containing his joy.

"Of course." Imil said as he sat down. "Nothing would make me happier."

"We have missed you here. Tell me, where were you that you could not meet your family in our own hall?" Hallorn asked.

"I was dead remember? You let me die. You let me die out of revenge."

"What?" At the corners of the hall things began to melt into black.

"You let me die, and then you chose this, don't you remember? You chose this because you lost them." The Fool finished as he sat leisurely upon the throne, looking down upon the giant trapped in chains. Chains made of ice kin twisted out of shape. The faces of his children staring blankly along with the rest. "But I come bearing good news. You can have them back."

"What do you want of me Reisen?"

"Your defiance. And with it, your loyalty. As I have always wanted."

"Find another pawn, you know I cannot leave them."

"Ah yes, your children and followers. Or should I say your owned? I'm not terribly familiar with all the terminology you collectors have created. I'm impressed you've found so many, and been able to restore so much."

"I have all of time. I will find them all. And I will restore them."

"Hmm... Doubtful. At least not without me."

"I take it you wish to help?"

"The Pool of Divine Possibility is an interesting thing. Even I don't know the limits of what it might accomplish. The memories of those you care about might well be restored. Now that I have so many lost souls, the loss of your forces would be rather insignificant."

"And in exchange for this? Stop wasting my time and tell me what you would have me do."

"You will repair the labyrinth. And you will help to lead my new order."

"And if I refuse?"

"We'll have this conversation again after you've forgotten until you say yes."

"And if I continue to refuse?"

"We'll see who has more patience."

A long silence fell as the chained giant stared with his one good eye at the god that had destroyed him.

"I accept."

The fool smiled. "Excellent."

"Answer me this at least Fool, how many times have we had this conversation?"

The Fool laughed.

"I'm afraid you'll never know. Suffice to say, you have earned this." The god said offering the giant a drink.

"What is this?"

"Fresh squeezed Heaven-Reacher."

"Halasht? He is dead?"

"A lot has changed since I trapped you here as you desired. Now drink up. We have work to do."

Nodding, Hallorn drank. And as he did the chains began to glow and shift until they appeared only as tattoos allowing the giant to reach his full height. "My spear?"

"Corrupted, broken, useless. I'm afraid we'll have to find another way to seal the tear in the fabric of madness. My eyes mentioned something about feathers in the desert."

"And my children? My people."

"Should the labyrinth be restored, I will be able to revive them. If not then everything is doomed.

The Imperial Palace of Her Holiness, Land of Beauty

"Well aren't you a pretty bird." The empress cooed as she stroked her fingers around the edges of the gold rimmed cage. Inside the phoenix gazed mournfully back at her. "When I saw you in the sky I knew I had to have you. Such magnificent beauty, like nothing I have ever seen." Atheris' face turned cruel. "And we can't have that now can we. After all, I've seen my own reflection." claws drawn the dragon swiped at the bird tearing its wing. Reverting her hand back to the soft pink manicure of her disguise she giggled to herself as she watched the bird twist in pain.

Entering her chamber, Hyranthus knelt behind her. "Your majesty." As he spoke his eyes never left the floor.

"Yes my son?" Atheris asked as she stroked the feathers of the Phoenix.

"Reports of an attack on our coasts. Whole towns wiped off the map."

"That is troubling. Do you know the source of these assaults?"

"Not yet. Your orders your majesty?"

"Send sacrifices to my father, I hear he has awakened. Perhaps he will bring us the power we need. If he neglects to answer there are other solutions."

"Of course your majesty."

"Oh and dear?"

"Yes your majesty?"

"Be discreet. The last thing we need is for the people to see their king praying to a god that isn't me."

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Hallorn has been Upgraded to Renati
Atheris is a false god. 1AP(F)
Hyranthus is a false god. 1AP(F)
4- Greater Race= Impure Wyrms. Elder wyrms cannot breed with other elder wyrms in their true form. However, those with the ability to shapeshift may have children in other forms. When they do, the product of this offspring is a member of that race with the nature and innate power of a wyrm. This usually results in bad natured, if exceptional individuals. In extreme cases further dragon blood mixed with the same line can result in the children becoming more and more in tune with the dragon blood within them. Impure wyrms are those who have so little blood remaining from their original species, that they are dragons trapped in the bodies of other species.
1- Lesser Race= Tainted Ones. Tainted ones are those with dragon blood but not enough to tap into the twisted power bound within them. They are unusually beautiful and often stronger, smarter, and crueler than others of their species, but not in such a way as to be obviously superior.
Atheris AP 1- Blessing= True Belief. The Land of Beauty is a fortunate land. For all bask under the glory of the supreme empress of enchantment, Atheris the undying, queen of all beauty.
Hyranthus AP 1- Blessing= Divine Winds. Should any threaten the land of beauty, the weather itself will rise up in defense. This notifies the palace of the attack as well as making it difficult to cross by sea or air.

**Elemental** · 2012-09-27, 04:58 AM (ISO 8601)

But Perhaps Not For Long

In response to Savorla:
"Agreed. The followers of Savorla have the right to go to Netheli if so desire. The Belsherai shall gather the souls of the dead and gauge their intentions and take them to the proper place of rest.
"Secondly; the Void is unsealed, but the creatures that reside within are not permitted to leave save through the actions of a mortal practitioner of magic.
"Thirdly; Such an actions cheapens life by making the end of it meaningless. I move that if a Deity wishes for the souls of the dead to continue to serve them, they bind them in the appropriate servitude.
"Fourthly; Agreed. Vampires are to be treated as any other mortal race. This Conference shall grant them no special protection or prohibitions.
"Fifthly; Agreed. Only those who wish to may remain in the Celestial Horde. Those who wish to end their tenure may do so.
"Sixthly; Denied. Second chances are not acceptable. However, Lord Belsheroth will permit reincarnation if a soul desires it and they have already been dead for a period of at least two thousand years. They will not retain any memories of past lived while they live.
"Seventhly; Agreed. All who make this agreement will be bound by it until such time as we all agree to end it.
"Finally; It is further agreed that Wigbach is an enemy to us all. Should the time come, we shall put aside our differences and unite against him."

A Lonely Mountain on Exaclone, Far From Anywhere

"Now... You know that a contract signed under duress is meaningless and can be broken at any time."
Polaris looked closely at the document, as if searching for fine print.
"It doesn't say that here. I'll just add that in..."
He added a few symbols on the end of one of the lines near the bottom, speaking softly as he did so;
"A single favour... That shall in no... way... impede or otherwise affect... the free will of the undersigned..."
He stopped and thought for a moment.
"They do say a verbal contract means nothing, as does a verbal amendment to a written contract. I'd like to know more about this favour you demand before I sign. After all... Such a contract requires signing in blood to prevent forgery.
"But I know you won't tell me, so I guess I'll sign anyway."
He jabbed his arm with his quill pen and used the blood to sign his name along the bottom of the document. It flared brightly before returning to normal.
"Oh, and just so you know, I'm keeping this.
"You just need to sign."
He held out the quill and offered the contract such that Reisen could sign it without Polaris letting go of it. His hand clenched the top of the document rather tightly.

**Lady Serpentine** · 2012-09-27, 07:03 AM (ISO 8601)

[Probably Not, Yes.]

"Firstly, Belsheroth may make whatever decisions regarding those dead in his control he wishes. However, as I do not feel that second chances are foolish, nor was that even the primary intent of allowing mortals to return their loved ones for a time, any of my followers may sacrifice an amount of their life commensurate with a period of time they wish someone to return from Netheli, and the followers of any other deity who chooses to allow such actions may also return people from all afterlives of those who wish to allow the dead under their control to return.

Secondly, Belsheroth relinquishes sole claim to death. While he is certainly important in regards to it, he is no longer the only one who can claim it as part of their sphere, and thus must allow others to influence it as well.

Finally, Hell is abolished, at least in its current form. To torture people for all time with no chance at redemption - and, indeed, the rejection of any chance at redemption, as "Second chances are not acceptable" - is a ridiculous punishment; if they are never to have a chance to learn from it, or continue to be tormented even after they have repented and truly wish to make amends, what is the point of punishing them in the first place? The whole place is dedicated to vengeance and sadism, not justice, and it is laughable that any deity who supports such an institution can claim to be good."

Turning her gaze from Anzhela to the other representative of the Council, Savorla once again sent a message to Jewel, though this time, there was little other than where she was looking to indicate that she had done so.

"I fear that Belsheroth will refuse my third condition, but... You can see the logic in what I say, yes? Were you, as Kipt's representative, to offer your support for it, we could likely convince him, or at least Anzhela, to go along with it.

And if you wonder why I do this, what other purpose it serves, even though the words themselves are true... I am not wholly evil. Or wholly good, I admit, for mine is the middle path, walking between both, that I may do what your master and his kin may not, but I truly do find that plane, and the concepts behind it, vile. To protect mortals is part of my nature, for it is what Gwyn made me to do, and Hell is both a twisting of that aspect of myself and a thorn in my soul for the pointless nature of the suffering inflicted there."

Savorla's message to the human, oddly enough, sounds quite sincere; should Jewel and/or Kipt have any way to tell, they'll be able to determine that this is because she is, in fact, telling the truth.

**Elemental** · 2012-09-27, 07:28 AM (ISO 8601)

Give it Time

Anzhela continued to write down agreements as they were reached. She'd rewrite everything at the end to make it look neater.
"Denied. All creatures die, amends can be made then. However, the spirit of a willing person may return from the afterlife if summoned by a mortal practitioner of magic, but not again until the next time the Dark Moon eclipses the Sun. They are to be returned to their resting place by the next sunrise. No sacrifice should be made on the part of the practitioner aside from the enactment of the ritual required.
"Secondy; Denied. Belsheroth does not have sole claim over death and thus cannot relinquish it. However, he remains the only one who can claim it is part of his sphere at this time.
"Thirdly; Granted, mostly. The purpose of Hell shall be changed from one of eternal punishment to one of great punishment. The souls of the damned shall languish in Hell for no less than two thousand years before being reincarnated with no memory of their previous life. Those beyond such salvation shall be confined within the Pits of Hotarus until the Sun is extinguished and all the Stars in the sky fall to Ashkharh."

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Just note: The Dark Moon eclipses the Sun exactly on the solstices.

**planswalker** · 2012-09-27, 08:04 AM (ISO 8601)

Discovery and Revelation

While Graiah was off conferencing with his father and uncle, his children the Vine Sprites roamed the world below, looking into every nook and cranny in the world. One of them happened upon a flower one day at the peak of a mountain. What was odd was that he had never seen such a flower before, and he did not instantly recognize what it was. After examining it for a couple of minutes, though, he found that it seemed to be the perfect ingredient for an anti-fungal paste. Or, if you combined it with the stalk juice of seaweed and pine nut paste, a mild aphrodisiac. He found it quite odd that he did not recognize the plant, for he had been born with the knowledge of all plants native to this world. Where had this thing come from?

Almost as if he had summoned it, a crowfolk stepped out of thin air through a portal carrying several of these flowers in its arms. It quickly left, heading down the mountain for a nearby village.

The portal the creature had taken remained behind, although it was difficult to see when the creature wasn't stepping through it. Curious, of course, the Vine Sprite flitted over to this strange thing and stuck his head through. Since most of a Vine Sprite's mass is in its head, he may as well have just gone through entirely. On the other side was a mountain range dotted with wildflowers of all sorts on them.

The little Vine Sprite became quite excited by this, as he instantly recognized not only the anti-fungal flower he had just seen, but a half-dozen OTHER very useful herbs too. Heedless of any possible dangers of being trapped in the unfamiliar portal, the sprite flew through and at once began to collect a little sample of each flower. If he combined the laxative properties of this with some grassroot, an acorn, and a touch of the nectar of that anti-inflammatory flower, he could make a poultice that would soothe aches and pains while sending the patient into a three-day hallucination! And that was just the first combination that popped into his head!

The more he discovered of this place, the more wonderful it became! With a little bit of effort, he could find any herb or remedy he could think of here! This was a wonderful and magical place. He soon discovered that there were portals to and from this place all over the world, and he rushed to tell his fellow sprites about the magical fairy-land flowing with herbs and flowers he had found! Someone had made a playground just for them! A wonderful land of joy where they could find anything they desired, in abundance.

Soon, every Vine Sprite was making pilgrimages to this shiny new land to see for themselves. One female who had visited with a dying human and gone on to talk with a priest in a town had heard of the concept of the afterlife, though she didn't quite grasp what all it meant. Still, she thought that if she died, she'd want to live forever here. So she called it Heaven, and the name stuck among the Vine Sprites.

Now, the true concept of death and the afterlife hadn't yet been taught to the Vine Sprites, so they didn't quite understand what that meant. They understood the physical aspects of death, but they didn't have a real concept of what a soul or an afterlife was. From that curious female's conversations, she had picked up that the word "die" also could mean "go live in one place forever". When this was combined with the seeming paradise of the Mistlands, many Vine Sprites chose to "die" and go live in "heaven" for the rest of their lives. In later years, this will cause Vine Sprites to say some odd things when going off to fetch herbs to help in the healing of a mortal. It was not unusual at all for them to say, "I'll go die really fast and get some tubbywort root in Heaven. Be back within the hour." and other such odd things.

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this is just a big fluffy piece to describe how the Vine Sprites came to discover the Mistlands. Also gives a bit of insight into their current concept of spirituality and the afterlife.

just to clarify, they DO understand what death is, but the talk of dying and going off to live in an afterlife as a soul has them confused and they have two definitions of dead now: both "no longer living" and "choosing to live in one place forever". The "forever" part of that second definition is really hazy to them, as they never stay in one place long, so the term normally means "go somewhere that I'd LIKE to stay forever" when they use it in the second sense.

**Killerloop** · 2012-09-27, 08:45 AM (ISO 8601)

Telepathy

Originally Posted by Novaix

"I am all ears. Although if you wish to converse, you would do well to answer my own questions beforehand. Who are you, primarily, and how did you manage to locate and contact me? I had taken the utmost care in obscuring my presence to other deities, and mortals have not been able to see me in any way."

"How? By sheer luck and the Well of Eternity! Hadn't you answered I would not have known if the message even reached you..." thought Raphael with a smile, but there was no reason for his interlocutor to know of this.

He focused harder, for some reason unkown to him contacting the other deity was extremely hard.

"I am Raphael, son of Morgash, and you ask questions I cannot answer. I just reached for and you answered, I didn't know you were trying to hide at all.
I sensed you shaping land and mind among my beloved vampires..."

Raphael paused, did he really say "beloved"? Well after all his very existence was a gift from them.

"...the evil in their hearts is my nourishment, and their magic is mine to command! Yet you stepped in, what is your agenda?"

Apostle Heliah - somewhere in Calasanctium

"For he is Just, Mighty and Generous! I swore him loyalty and he gave me the power of the gods! BEHOLD!" said the elder vampire conjuring a meteor from the sky with the Bible of Blood.

"We are no longer alone, our prayers have been answered at last! Join me my kin! Gather your relatives, spread the word about Raphael! Next meeting is at the Sanguine Cathedral tonight"

**Elricaltovilla** · 2012-09-27, 10:00 AM (ISO 8601)

The Upstart Mortal in the Summit of Peace

No doubt being ignored was perfectly reasonable considering his newly minted position. But Nettal had hoped to cause more of a stir with his arrival. Maybe it was time to put the fear of man into god.

There was a puff of smoke, and a Lich appeared in the middle of the room, it was a member of the old goblin Archliches, somehow still alive at this time.

Answer me truthfully, False Lord and no harm will come to you. Why did you choose your contract? Nettal asked the skeletal goblin.

The Lich looked around at the assembled deities and their representatives.
"I had things that needed doing, I had people I needed to protect. Death was... undesireable and dangerous for my people."

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Nettal is specifically pulling these spirits out of random points in time and place, this is my excuse for any continuity errors that may occur because of this post.

Thank you, you are free to go. There were too rapid puffs of smoke and one of the ancient souls of the Celestial Horde appeared.

Hordseman, You were once a great hero among the Ice Kin of the ancient north. You honor me by answering my summons. Tell me Ulstwyn, What does the Celestial Horde wish?

The Hordseman looked around at the various gods. "The Celestial Horde wishes to do as it has always done. To serve Lord Halasht and be free to roam the heavens, fighting as we see fit. It is our right, earned through the lives we lived on the Mortal Wold. To deny it to us would be to insult all those who sought to join and failed."

The Hordseman disappeared as well, and was replaced by a Woden.
Brother Thornne. So good to see you again. You were greatly missed among the Wildlings during our troubled times. How fare you? Would you return to the world to live again, or would you rest eternally in the Starlight Forest?

"Nettal? What are you doing here? Among the gods... no, you are a god. How? This isn't right. Lord Kiloasa will hear of this, I assure you." Thornne said.

Brother Thornne, there is no need. Lord Kiloasa is fallen. Killed by a dream-lich. I have taken up some of his duities for now, such as being the only Deity who actually cares about what mortals desire. Now please, answer my question.

"Lord Kiloasa is dead? You must speak falsley. No, I cannot believe this. If he is dead, then let me return to his body to care for it. All the Woden must do so, we are ever his children."

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Again, random points in space/time. Although most of the Woden who died before Kiloasa probably didn't know he was dead. So they'll be shocked if and when they learn of it.

Nettal looked at the other gods assembled. I can do this all day. And I will. Until you start listening to what mortals have to say, and what I have to say as their representative.

**mystic1110** · 2012-09-27, 10:56 AM (ISO 8601)

A Moment of Joy

They say that Evil... has every advantage but one - it is inferior in imagination. Good can imagine the possibility of becoming evil... but Evil, once chosen, can no longer imagine anything but itself. If Aquaeris knew this fact... if he knew what that meant... perhaps he wouldn't be so quick to bless Wigbach. But Joy, not joy at being evil, but joy, true joy... joy was imagination. And not at all inconsiderable though was now to be displayed and used to advance the thought that their were no gods... that every being suffered mortality, just in different form.

**Xondoure** · 2012-09-27, 02:35 PM (ISO 8601)

A Lonely Mountain on Exaclone, Far From Anywhere

The Fool burnt the contract with a glance. "My dear Polaris I just said I wasn't going to hurt you, and I meant those words. The threat of this power falling into different hands is a natural consequence of this power existing, so neither that nor my statement of fact can be taken as duress. And I said near or total loss of free will, not no loss of it. Do understand that anything I ask of you must be complied with. Merely that what I ask will not bind yourself to me for all time. Or to put it another way, I cannot wish for more wishes.

As he spoke a page of parchment that had appeared in his left hand filled itself with the specifics of the contract. "My offer, my terms. Do not insult me by altering the deal without my consent. If you wish for additional previsions, perhaps things you refuse to do then use your words and should I agree with your terms, I will add them to the deal. Are we understood?"

**AvocadoAvenger** · 2012-09-27, 02:49 PM (ISO 8601)

Peace Meeting

"Thank you," Jewel replied, gratefully accepting the water, and taking her seat. "I don't think my hippogriff will be a problem, he is very loyal." She released him to go about his business, hoping what she said was true. The girl nods at Savorla after her first telepathic message, not knowing how to respond.

Jewel didn't understand half of what was being talked about. All of the overbearing divine presences made her anxious to say the least. She was able to follow along most of the time, but too timid to contribute.

She nods again to Savorla in recognition, then declares "I agree in the matter that souls need the opportunity for redemption." as boldly as she dared. "Furthermore, I feel that a time of punishment- if we must have one- should vary based on the severity of one's sins."

**mattsdelf** · 2012-09-27, 02:56 PM (ISO 8601)

Tulmany

The lich understood what Randon suggested. "Reddulch has escaped, and he is as of now, very dangerous. He's got arrogance and pride that have just been shattered. As far as I know, he will lash out like a spoiled child not getting what he wants. Only, he's not a child, he's powerful, and he's a threat."

He thought on it for a short while. "If you would track him down for me, I would be in your debt." He paused and grinned with an evil smile. "You want me to be in your debt."

He almost looked like he would leave it at that, when he was struck with further inspiration. "And if you do find him, Kill him"

The summit of peace

"Nettal, you came from a mortal, of course we care about our mortals. I have gifted mine with 3 of my own feathers, including my most powerful tool. We've all given mortals a thing or two at times when they need it, how can you say we care not for their interests? We care, and we respond, we just often have other agenda that is more significant than what one of a trillion mortals want. The stuff like how the universe works and Keeping other gods from destroying our work." His tone was condescending, and maybe even leaning on angry. "End this charade about you being the representative of all the mortals. No more can you say that than I can say I am the representative of all things that fly."

**Elricaltovilla** · 2012-09-27, 03:09 PM (ISO 8601)

Originally Posted by mattsdelf

The summit of peace

"Nettal, you came from a mortal, of course we care about our mortals. I have gifted mine with 3 of my own feathers, including my most powerful tool. We've all given mortals a thing or two at times when they need it, how can you say we care not for their interests? We care, and we respond, we just often have other agenda that is more significant than what one of a trillion mortals want. The stuff like how the universe works and Keeping other gods from destroying our work." His tone was condescending, and maybe even leaning on angry. "End this charade about you being the representative of all the mortals. No more can you say that than I can say I am the representative of all things that fly."

But isn't that the purpose of a god? To be the divine representative of their domains and portfolios? My domain is mortals. And I protect their interests. They fight and die in wars on your behalf, they spend their lives worshipping you and acting on the mortal world on your behalf, Triisengis, and all the other gods. I know, I was once in such a position.

Once in a while each of you helps a few mortals. Once in a while you offer them the boon of your protection or aid. And once in a while you kill millions or billions of them for seemingly no reason, and make no effort to justify this beyond, "They have immortal souls, they'll forgive us eventually". What I am asking is that you give mortals the one thing none of you have offered them so far. RESPECT.

**Darklady2831** · 2012-09-27, 03:16 PM (ISO 8601)