LoC: Chains of Aeon - IC

[hi-mi-tsu]

"It's different from what I've smelled before. Father smells like cold...and leaves. And smoke...and the air god smells like...freshness." Aarshiya pulls her hand away from the flower and reaches for the other god, tracing her fingers over his face; what she feels there makes her smile and she pulls her hands back.

"You feel different, too...what's your name?"

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi and Arashiya
"My name is Skaldi" He says with a smile "What's yours?"

[hi-mi-tsu]

Her smile grows, amusement reflected in that grin. "I've already said. It's Aarshiya. That is the name my Father gave me...your name sounds like you. It's very...solid. Did you name yourself? Or did someone else name you?"

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi
"Ah yes, I remember now, a bit sleepy at this point" he remarks as she tells him her name again. "Thank ye, child. I try to be like my domain, its what it should be" He says to her when she compliments his name. Her last question did puzzle him a bit "You know...I think me mum called me that name, I do not know. My mum had other children, quite possibly your dad, which might make me your uncle. If so, then its my obligation to escort such a lovely young lass back to her family, whadda ya say, deary?" He took her hand and waited for a response.

[hi-mi-tsu]

"Actually, you're my cousin. Your mother and my father are siblings, if I remember correctly...you're not all that much older than me, though you feel it. Perhaps it's because you're a bit more...rooted, hm?" She smiles, and gently pulls her hand from his. "Besides, I think my father is up with the others on that giant...thing in the sky. Can you get up there?"

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi and Aarshiya
Skaldi begins to laugh "I will try, that place is as much the earth as this world is, so I will not fall" He said to his Cousin "How about a race?". He closes his eyes, and pictures himself walking up a massive set of stone stairs, leading to the moon. He runs as fast as possible, not stopping until he gets to the other land of the orb. When he opens his eyes, he sees his mom, a tall, slender bandaged man, the sky god he saw before, and another god he didn't know. "Hello there, Glad to see you all!" He says before falling on his stomach in exhaustion.

[Vadin]

Pohloh saw the conversation on the moon had shfited on to other things while he was busy orienting the souls of his deceased followers, and so he simply sighed. Of course the munoks had souls. And who was this Imp King they mentioned? Pohloh only saw Alemar, Mother, and Stranger. This 'King' must be somewhere else entirely...

The god of change left the moon and went back to the finity of the rainforests, and found there more munok souls that needed to be escorted up the ethereal bridge to the moon.

"I don't have time for this!" said Pohloh, now very tired of taking the recently deceased all the way up to their afterlife.

Pohloh took his staff and a soul and some black ash from the moon, and stirred the two together in a slow but steady divine motion. Purple streams of energy lashed out from the amethyst tip of his staff and shot off into the forests, singing many hides and startling many munoks.

When it was all said and done, a bodiless deity with a cloak of blackness stood in front of Pohloh, and another son of change, the god called Sulmur, the god who would oversee death and the passing of souls, was born.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Wyrmfather, Clearing

The Wyrmfather awoke from his slumber, guarding his eggs and subconsciously keeping a divine eye for anyone approaching his clutch. He took a look around. None of the eggs had hatched in his sleep, that was good. As he looked around, he noted something curious: A great orb, unlike the sun yet similar to it, now dominated the sky. The Wyrmfather was, for once, interested. Placing a ward to detect any and all intruders into his Clutchground, the Wyrmfather flew high up to the newly-formed moon, and located the gods that were there...

[Ipphli]

Alemar et al ; The Moon

Alemar listens to the others speak, his face expressionless. He watches Pohloh leave. It is then that he catches sight of a huge form flying up towards the moon. Curious, he flies out to meet it. Recognizing the shape, he greets the newcomer.

"You must be the Wyrmfather. I am Alemar, of the Airs. Wonderful creations you made there, by the way."

[hi-mi-tsu]

~Aarshiya etc, the moon~
She listens to Skaldi sprint up to the moon and shakes her head a little, sighing softly; she takes the trip much more slowly, feeling her way to the moon; when she gets there, she feels the others around her and is suddenly, unnaccountably, nervous. So many powerful people here...but her attention is diverted by the god she just met, on his stomach at their feet, and she laughs softly.

"...Well, he wanted to race..." was her explanation to any and all present; soon after she arrives, she feels Pohloh leave and shrugs softly.

"Well...this is an interesting creation...it smells...arid." The blind goddess tilts her head a little, listening. "...Souls? Why are there souls here? Is this the best place that could be found? ...Why not simply...recycle them?"

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi, the big round rock in the sky
"Oi!" The Dwarf God said as the Wyrmfather landed "You're the big lizard that me RockBorn said flew into one of there sister caves! How are those dwarves, anyway?" The dwarf god asked.

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Wyrmfather, The Moon

The Dragon-King merely nods to Alemar That they are, Alemar was it? I am indeed the Wyrmfather He turns to Skaldi Ah, you mean the little scurrying creatures? Quite well actually, I hear a pair of my children have taken up residence in that cave, though they travel deeper before returning after a time.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi, You know where I am

"Well, its good to hear, Wyrmfather. I take it you made many great beings like yourself by now, eh? Your Wyrms certainly look majestic" He said with a grin, before turning to the bandaged one "And I take it you're my brother. How's life been for ye...What's your name again?"

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Wyrmfather, The Moon

The Great Dragon eyed Skaldi wearily. I have no kith or kin. As for my name, if you must call me something know me as Zanathul.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi
"Not ye, Zeratul, the bandaged one, he's my brother, I would like to know his name" Skaldi said, shouldering his brother jestingly "Out with it, my gauss-ridden kin".

[Nefarion Xid]

"What fresh hell is this?" he whispers to himself angrily and in a flash he's wreathed in flame-like shadows as a consequence of his obvious displeasure.

He turns towards Skaldi (detaching himself from the conversation with Tress), takes a moment to compose himself and rakes claw like fingers through oily hair in a failed attempt to make him look any more presentable. He seemed perpetually disheveled. His bandages were always frayed and worn, his coat needed mending and his boots were scuffed and grimy. He had the appearance reminiscent of a wounded soldier who'd endured the elements and a thousand miles...which contrasted with his deft movements, lanky posture and robust build (as one might discern beneath the bandages...if anything was beneath them).

"Aah, no my friend, I am afraid I am, quite literally, older than dirt in this case. And, for those of us concerned with genealogy (I am not), I would be your uncle."

His one green eye slides sideways, almost looking behind him, in a direction to indicate Tresnaya. "Your 'mother'. My sister."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Wyrmfather, Moon

The Wyrmfather would have corrected Skaldi, but it wasn't his real name and he would likely use others in the future, maybe even this "Zeratul" one. He smiled, smirked more like but he did well to hide his mirth, at the Imp King. You seem tense... ah, I must join Skaldi in his confusion. I don't believe I've heard your name yet either.

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi, With much confusion about geneologies and names
"Would that make yer daughter my niece, or cousin? I met the little lovely in the forest, and wanted to meet her papa" He said, once again rubbing his neck "So how aboot that name?"

[Nefarion Xid]

"Cousin," tersely.

He flutters a few steps away from the Wyrmfather and Skaldi. Personal bubble and all that.

"I wouldn't concern yourselves with proper names. I have a suspicion you'll only adopt whatever monikers and titles you're most comfortable with anyway. And, I will remain the same despite what anyone might call me. I do not hold much stock in titles myself."

[hi-mi-tsu]

~Aarshiya, with much amusement

"I tried to explain it to him..." Aarshiya's voice is full of laughter, though she is not actually laughing, and she reaches out to place a calming hand on her father's arm. "But it seems that he did not understand. Calm down, Father...it is of no importance."

Her smile turns on Skaldi and the dragon, and it drips with sugary sweetness. "Wyrmfather? Father of worms? I don't know if I'd want to call myself the father of worms. Why is that such a distinction?"

[Ipphli]

Alemar et al ; The Moon

Alemar looks over at Tres, hiding a smile at Aarshiya's words. He turns back towards the others once he composes himself. Once more, he seats himself in mid-air. He crosses his hands behind his head and watches the other, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

[Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll]

Tresnaya et all, the Moon

Tresnaya holds brief eye contact with Alemar, then, looking upwards, half-smiling, shakes her head, almost imperceptible. She floats through the solid rock of the Moon, until she's on the surface. There, she watches the world below, waiting.

[Ipphli]

Alemar et al ; The Moon

Alemar floats up after Tress silently until he's a few inches off the surface of the moon. He resumes reclining and joins her in watching the planet down below. He speaks quietly. "There's a lot left to do down there. And those dragons worry me."

[Lord_Asmodeus]

Wyrmfather

The massive dragon looks down and smiles, though it is anything but reassuring, and speaks in a similarly sweet voice that somehow only drips with warning, despite the sugary kindness of the tone. You are saying it wrong. It's WYRM not WORM. You pronounce it like whirr, as opposed to like ur, as you would with worm. As for the importance of the difference, worm refers to a creature, without eyes or limbs, that tunnels in the dirt. Wyrm is a name used for my children, who are not the aforementioned worms.

[hi-mi-tsu]

Aarshiya tilts her head to the side, then lifts it up towards where the voice of the "Wyrmfather" is coming from. "Oh? If your children aren't the worms that tunnel in the dirt, then what exactly are they?"

[Gwyn chan 'r Gwyll]

Alemar et al ; The Moon

Alemar floats up after Tress silently until he's a few inches off the surface of the moon. He resumes reclining and joins her in watching the planet down below. He speaks quietly. "There's a lot left to do down there. And those dragons worry me."

Tresnaya crosses her arms, and looks, slightly befuddled, aside to Alemar. "How do dragons worry you? They cannot go near to harming you?"

[Ipphli]

Alemar, Tress; The surface of the moon

Alemar shrugs as he continues to look down at the earth. "I spoke to two of them. They're as prideful and arrogant as their father seems to be. They even sneered at me! A god!" He looks over at Tress. "If they don't respect us, how will they treat any mortals we create?"

[Moose Fisher]

Tome-La

During his watches, Tome-La notices the numerous forms of gods going up toward a single point. That point was a sphere, hovering above the world. Like every being, Tome-La reacts in his own way, with a smile.

It wouldn't be right for Tome-La to not attend a gathering. It would serve as a healthy distraction; watching the mortal beings multiply can be awfully boring. The howling of the wolves and bestial pink things was intriguing, and the Sidhe were showing promise. Glancing away for a few moments wouldn't ruin anything important.

Tome-La ascends toward the moon, stepping out as if the ground were a doorway. He bows, showing off his teeth, and introduces himself to new faces,
"Greetings, Greetings. Tome-La has arrived and is ready for any business or merriment.

For those of you who do not know me, I will not bite. For those who do know me, is there anything to bite? (Ahhhh... Just a little humor, nothing too serious).

I am curious about this sphere we are standing on; although it's rather flat from this position, maybe it's a cube? Regardless, it seems to be a very fine creation, as everyone and themselves have done something to celebrate its arrival. If this creation is nameless, I will be submitting the name of Nraheta as a possibility."

[Mike_the_Mystic]

Skaldi
The Earth god pats his cousin on the back and whispers to her "Great big lizards with wings, but don't tell the great big lizard in front of you, he'll get a wee bit mad if ya do". He then began to greet Tome-La. "Well hey there, crazy chaos known as Tome-La, how're ya doin this day?" He asked with a smirk, elboing the god of chaos in the gut, unfortunatly because he's a dwarf its a little lower. "Sorry aboot that, don't know me own strength!"

[Maerok]

Alaraxar sat on the edge of one of his island's teeth, sharpening his own teeth with his claws.