[PDQ] The Grand Mythos Game Thread

[JoJo]

Roe and Zareth

Roe's fury was interrupted as an arrow flew down from above him, burying itself in the earth at his feet.

"Put. Them. Down." Carnivox snarled, jumping down from a nearby tree and aiming a second shot at Roe's head.

Roe drew out his sword, pointing it at Carnivox. The Verr Warden remained suspended above the god's head. "Who are you?" he shouted.

"I'm the wolf that's going to put an arrow through your skull if you don't stop what you're doing." The hunter edged closer to the young god. He showed no signs of backing down.

"Tell me where Petal is and I'll let it go!" Roe replied forcefully, though his face was still tear-streaked from earlier.

Carnivox roared back at him and let his arrow fly. "What is going on here?!" Zareth bellowed. The death god had appeared, as if from nowhere, catching the arrow and whipping the Verr from Roe's grasp. The look he gave them both would have turned a mortal man to stone.

"Zareth?" Roe exclaimed in recognition, though it had been a long time since he'd last seen the other god "They started it," he added sulkily.

"I don't care who started it, I'm ending it!" He exclaimed. "Off with you, the pair of you." He shooed away his son and acolyte. "And you." You turned on Roe. "What are you doing breaking into my home?"

"I'm here to find my friend Petal, I know she's somewhere down here," Roe replied, wiping his nose on his sleeve.

Brilliant, another one. "Then you haven't come to see her, you've come to try and take her away with you."

"Yes," Roe said simply, "I really miss her, I want to take her to live with me. Can you show me where she is?"

And here was history repeating itself. Zareth had let himself act rashly the last tie another god had come to him with this request, but he had changed a lot since then. Mortals were not allowed to play with the balance unchecked and he would hold his peers by a different rule set, not anymore.

"Sit down Roe." Zareth said taking a seat on the grass. "Tell me about Petal, tell me everything about her."

Roe sat down next to Zareth and began to recount everything that came to mind about his friend. "Her full name is Fallen Petal, she's six and she's human and she's got long black hair but part of her face is sort of... weird, she's only one eye. She's really nice and kind though and I... I..."

His voice caught in his throat when he tried to speak about how she died, one thousand years was a long time but the deceptive creature had reopened old wounds that had never fully closed.

The name was unique for sure... and one eye. Yes that stirred a memory. Learning all the names was a pain at times but Zareth knew it would pay off someday. "And she died the day the humans went to war." Now this was beginning to make sense.

"That's right," Roe said mournfully, "I... I was too late to save her, I promised her I would come for her,"

"What kept you?"

Roe looked down at the ground in shame, "I was angry at her, we had a fight," he said quietly.

"Ah." Zareth whispered and placed a hand on Roe's shoulder in an attempt to offer comfort.

"If I rescue her, maybe she'll forgive me" Roe said uncertainly, the rejection of psuedo-Petal still fresh in his mind.

"And what would you be rescuing her from? Here she has peace, has her family. She's met people and seen things she might never have been able to in life. She's happy here" He kept his voice as calm and level as he could, Roe was delicate at the moment. "Sounds to me like you're trying to bring her back for yourself, not for here."

"She was scared," Roe replied indignantly, "she didn't want to die and she is my best friend, she'll be even happier with me,"

"And why is that, do you plan on taking all her family and friends with you?"

"She didn't have any other friends, people thought she was weird because of her missing eye. She had a mama and papa but I just know she liked me better... I don't care anyway, I just want her back!"

"You'll find people aren't so shallow here Roe. There are plenty of children in Evermoor who are always happy to make new friends and dwarfs, you'd be amazed how friendly dwarfs are if you give them the chance."

Idon't care, I just want her back. That was a troubling choice of words.

"Please Zareth, I'll do anything to see her again," Roe pleaded, putting his hand on the other god's knee, "Let me do something for you, and then once I've done it you can show me where she is!"

"I don't trade in people Roe." He said sternly. You were welcome to come and see her at any point you simply didn't." He chided Roe. "But in the end this decision isn't up to you or me, not anymore." This was going to get rough before it got better. "I hope you don't mind but I sent out a mental call while we were talking. We're ready for you now!"

Carnivox emerged from the forest. There was something wrapped around his neck, and something else was bobbing up and down behind his head. As they got closer it became more apparent that he was carrying someone. It looked as if he was giving someone a piggy back, a little girl who was playing with the fur on his head. He let her down and led her to the two gods.

"Fallen Petal." Zaretrh smiled and nodded at her, ushering the girl to join them. "I think Roe has something to say to you."

"Pets!" Roe gasped and threw his arms around her, holding her tight. "I'm so sorry for not coming in time and killing all the other people and I love you and I want to live with you forever..." he blurted out, unable to restrain himself.

"Roe... it's been ages," Petal beamed, returning his hug warmly. "Are you really here to rescue me?"

"Yes!" Roe replied, before adding "you do want that don't you?"

"Oh yes!" Petal cooed, jumping up and down in excitement "but why me? I've met lots of your friends down here and you've never came for them?"

"Because," Roe said, putting his hand on Petal's scarred cheek, "you're different, you understand me and I need you, I never should have pushed you over " he kissed her gently on the cheek and put out his hand out to hers "Will you come with me?" he asked,

Zareth and Carnivox exchanged a glance over the children's heads.

"Of course!" Petal replied but then added glumly, "What can I do though, you have so much more power than I do, I'm just a ghost,"

"Sometimes, I do bad things," Roe admitted, "I need you to stop me from doing bad things, since you're always so nice and you know what's right and wrong. Let share my godhood with you and then we can go live together in the Hallowed Court."

"Can we live in a wooden house?" Petal asked with excitement.

"I've already built it!" Roe smiled.

"Can we get a pet?"

"Sure, why not,"

"Hmmm, I know," Petal squeaked, "can we get married?!"

"Um what?" Roe said, before quickly adding, "I'm not sure about that one but whatever makes you happy Pets..."

"As king of Evermoor I am certified to marry two people." Zareth grinned.

"Um... but," Roe stammered, his face turning slightly red. He looked at Petal's expectant face, "We'll think about it..." he conceded before quickly changed the subject, "Let me raise you up to become a demigod,"

He took Petal's hand and concentrated his power on sharing his divinity, allowing her to share in the celestial spark that the universe had granted him long ago.

"No longer shall you remain down here, nor shall your name be Fallen Petal" the young god said solemnly, "for you are being risen, you shall be known as just Petal!" He put his glowing hand on her chest and then it began.

Spoiler: Action

DC15, 3AP, 1AP - Turn a mortal or creature into a demigod - Roe raises Fallen Petal into a new demigod: Petal, Child of Compassion, with the domain +4 Compassion, using +6 Childhood and +6 Chaos, plus +6 Death assist from Zareth. Petal's flaw is Non-Violence, having died in battle herself, she will never knowingly harm anyone under any circumstances, even in self-defence.

 

[Belmarc]

<spoiler=Conversation between Melanthios, M'endar, and Aen>"Melanthios!" It felt strange to call the god that, since he'd never been introduced. However, Nivix had made it clear who he had been addressing. "What do you think you're doing?"

Melanthios turned around to see Aen. "I am sealing Seith in this prison Aen. Also it is a pleasure to meet you, I have heard many things about you." Melanthios said extending his free hand, for a handshake. Melanthios was smiling.

The god was calm to the core. Aen might be feeling numb, but he could tell his body was racing, ready to jump into battle at any moment. He wasn't sure if he'd ever be calm again. However, he shook the god's hand and did his best not to let his tension show. "You're dealing with my opponent. Whatever he's done to you in the past, this battle began under my attack, yet you presume to not only decide his fate but claim the trophy."

Melanthios seemed to think. "Well I think the past does matter. And I didn't decide his fate, M'ednar did. Seith is M'ednars brother, so I obviously let him decide what would happen to him." Melanthios said sounding very calm.

Aen's fists clenched. "This wasn't why I struck at Seith. I only wanted to weaken him, teach him a lesson. Now..."

Melanthios nodded. "And you accomplished your goal have you not? You got to weaken, him and took revenge for what he did to you. And I got what I wanted too, so to me it looks like we both won." Melanthios said with a smile.

"What point is a lesson learned if he's not around for it to matter! Punish him for what he's done if you must, but not like this!"

Melanthios sighed. "Then what would you have me do? If you corner someone he will attack. And any other means have not worked. A snake will remain a snake, and I can't allow him to strike back at any of us later. This is the only way to guarantee our safety."

Aen thought about it for a moment. It was true... give Seith freedom and he would likely strike back, and he'd thrown away everything when he'd fallen to try and join the side that struck him down. Someone like that was untrustworthy. I suppose it came down to living wiht a freedom of mind or a freedom of body... and Seith had shown what he'd prefer there. "Then make him serve. Not as an ally, but a true servant, unable to disobey."

Melanthios laughed loudly. "You wish to make him into your servant? What makes you think you have enough power for that? And even if we could, a god will strike back. A god will always strike back, this way he will serve as an example for generation to come. Through his suffering people will learn of the power of the gods, and because of that peace will last longer."

Aen scoffed. "My servant? No. I got what I wanted already. I was offering him as a servant to you and M'endar, since he seems to be some great enemy of yours. Though as we've proven today, he has no friends or allies. What threat is a single god against many."

Melanthios looked at Aen. What a despicable god he was, young arrogant and brash. None of those traits were appealing to him, he couldn't figure out how Zareth could stand him. "A god is always a threat. What if, we were all busy working on a project? If none of us is watching him, he can use his powers for all kinds of things. It only takes one god to spread a plague when we are not watching. Or forge an army to fight us, Or simply blow up our planets. I appreciate the generous and noble suggestion Aen. But making someone like a god your slave is next to impossible, I am afraid."

Aen resisted the urge to punch Melanthios. The way he looked at him burned at him, even under the numbness. "So be it. I cannot talk you out of this. Then I ask you at least give me the power you stripped from him as trophy. I need it to repay M'endar for his aid, and for being injured by taking this risk."

Melanthios looked at the boy. "You wish me to give away, the thing I earned, to you, so you can repay someone. And that doesn't sound odd to you?" They don't come much dumber then this one, Melanthios thought to himself. Melanthios did hide his emotions though, his dark face not showing any emotion at all.

"Earned?! Earned how?! By coming to a fight already won?! You say you hated Seith so bad, that he was such a threat to you, that he'd made you suffer so, and yet all it took was for him to trouble me once and I struck, damn the consequences. Are you so cowardly and vain, then, to hide behind others and reap what they harvest, and then act as if you deserve it? You've earned nothing but the dust that comes to those that wait and wait and wait some more, yet you take the greatest prizes and treat them as if they are barely enough."

Melanthios eyes narrowed. "I see you have never been thought respect. Who did the most damage to Seith? Was it you? No it was not. And if you were winning, then why did M'endar ask my help? And you call me a coward, but I was planning something. And unlike your plan, nobody on our side would have gotten hurt. So watch your mouth around me. Because I don't disrespect you, as long as you don't disrespect me."

"Did the mos-- Did you ever think for a moment that M'endar called on you to defend him! But no, out of selfishness you struck. Seith chose to attack all-out instead of put up any kind of defense. We did not need help hurting him, only help defending from his attack." Aen's fingers twitched. This went on much longer, another fight was going to be set off, and he couldn't say he wouldn't be the one to do it. "M'endar knew the risks when he agreed to fight with me, just as I did. And for all of your talk of respect, this was my attack and my fight, yet you claim the victory for yourself. You know nothing of respect, or not the kind I wish to have anything to do with. If you want your trophy, so be it. If M'endar cares not if you have it, then so be it. But I cannot promise your plans for Seith will go as smoothly as you wish." With that, Aen stalked off to Nivix and mixed his powers with the god who was still muttering angrily to himself.

Melanthios looked at the boy with an angry expression. "Have you ever considered it was your job to defend M'endar? You took him along on your little revenge, so him getting hurt is on you. I only attacked all out, since I know my brother. He would have proffered me to attack Seith, instead of defending him. And this power I took from Seith will form an new weapon. But if you has just asked me, you might have found out I would have lend it to M'endar at any time. I would have lend it to you as well, seeing as how you are friends with my friends. I am not your enemy Aen."

It was pathetic, was there to be another fight? M'endar had been content to watch the exchange, but now it was just getting silly. M'endar coughed, clearing its throat and interjected, "Enough! If the item is to be shared, there is no problem, as we all played a part in this fight and the trophy will be shared between each of us." This was petty, like babies fighting over a toy. Hopefully its words would help them see that.

M'endar finally spoke up. Aen had been hoping it wouldn't, to be honest; he was actually feeling guilty about what happened to the god. Melanthios was right: his attack was foolish and not thought out at all. His... well they weren't quite friends, but M'endar had agreed to help, so I suppose they were close enough to friends, had gotten hurt because he hadn't planned for what had happened. Because he had just struck out, it had turned out like this. "... it is as you say."

Melanthios sighed. M'endar had managed to calm the situation. "I am sorry for saying you has no respect Aen. I am also very sorry for the other things I said, I shouldn't have said those. But please just stop trying to shield Seith." Melanthios said sounding apologetic.

M'endar nodded. Whether out of pity or chivalry, it didn't matter, Aen had agreed with it. But why would Aen undo all of the hard work? It craned its neck in a most curious matter and muttered to itself, "It is strange how someone, an ally, would undo all that hard work..."

Aen looked at Seith, staring at his now corrupted form. "I... I will help you. On one condition. You wish to seal him away forever. I cannot allow that. However, if we were to seal him away in such a way that we could eventually release him, I might be agreeable."

The voice grew in loudness, not shouting, just enough for Aen and Melanthios to hear if they listened carefully. The neck twisted around itself in confusion, "...Would undo all that work... would undo all that hard work." M'endar then recovered from that bout of confusion and coughed again, "You wish to put a snake in your boot?"

Melanthios looked at Aen. "Think this through. Do you really want him to come back again? I mean he will never change, we both know that. Do we really want to risk him coming back for revenge? think of this millions of innocents, which will would die. If we don't finish this now for good, it will come back to haunt us."

"I don't mean some simple, easy, breakable seal. One that will require, a great many of us. Meaning many of us will have to agree. And by the time anyone wishes to see his face again, I believe we'll be far beyond his power."

M'endar considered it, and shook its head. As it spoke, the black bile continued to flow, "A great many of us? That would require convincing others to join in with this plan... In order to make the seal... Messy..."

Melanthios looked at M'endar. "Listen Aen we can talk about this, but you have to stop right now. You can see it don't you? You are hurting M'endar." Melanthios said sounding a mix between worried and scared.

Melanthios hadn't show as much emotion before, so he was probably overexaggerating. But... was he really upsetting M'endar? "We can talk about this, but not after you've finished. Then you'll have what you want and there will be no reason for you to listen to me."

M'endar began to walk around the two, albiet slowly. "That is how many of the gods work, but Melanthios is always willing to listen - even to me... As for this matter Aen, you will earn the ire of the other gods if you show yourself to be one will still wants Seith to be in this world. I'm sure that me and Melanthios won't be among those that would hunt you down, but I cannot say the same for others..."

"I can feel his powers at work, M'endar. He wishes to seal Seith away forever, an unchangeable seal. What talking is there to be after that? And as for the others... if they see it that way, so be it. I do not like the precendent of simply locking away those we don't like. If I show anything by resenting this, it is that I am not afraid."

Melanthios looked at Aen. "We don't lock away anyone we don't like Aen, Seith has done many horrible things. A lot of them happened before you came here, he has done many things which you do not now. And look around you Aen, only Nivix is resisting since he Seith is a god. No one else is against the decision. So no one would ever want to free him, and this way there is a risk that he will come back later. If we make it breakable, there might be other things who break it. There might be other gods, we don't know of yet. That is why we have to lock him away for good, and make sure he can never hurt anyone again."

Aen bowed his head. There was wisdom in their words... and the other gods certainly seemed to think he had done many a great evil before. "Then I will stop hindering you... only... give him the choice. Imprisonment, or a clean death."
M'ender replied to that, "Both are almost exactly the same... Fine then. This will be interesting..." It then waited for the dreaded question to be asked.

Melanthios looked at Seith. He broke off the telepathic link, and finally spoke out loud. "What do you wish Seith? Eternal imprisonment, or death?"

 

[drmigit2]

Seith

"Well, that didn't work."

Seith returned to his original form and walked away from the other gods for a moment. "I didn't think it would, lying to liars is pretty difficult. I don't know how long that masquerade would have lasted anyway, siding with filth such as you Melanthios for more than a small portion of my time would have probably proven unbearable. That said, your lies to Aen about my so called evils are misfounded. Aen, when I helped you slay Olek, it was not out of some wicked desire to ruin your bout, my intention was to save the mortals involved. Killing Olek quickly was the only way to end the war. I don't take chances, I wasn't going to put the fate of the humans in your hands alone. That said, I did not think Eldarwen would come at the humans like she did. She is quite honestly the biggest snake around. Back on topic however, Melanthios, I don't remember actually doing you any harm. The only thing I have ever done to you three includes removing the plague from the Aask when they were formed and stopping Vantric from making an item of power. I lied to them in order to protect Coelus, because some things are worth it. You saw it yourself when talking to him, Melanthios is an opportunist who simply wants me removed from the equation. If I had to pick between the two, sealed is what I would pick, but know this Aen, their next target will be Ailish and Pentar, after that, my guess is you will fall under their attack. Still, it's funny, had it been anyone who had been attacked by them, including you, I would have been right at their side. Hell, I would have even defended M'endar if one of the other gods had gotten too bold."

Seith had very little faith in the other god, but he had a plan still. He began to study each bit of Coelus, each individual and soon, was ready.

"Make your decision Aen. It is well within your power to stop this madness and defeat their deadly alliance, I hold no grudges over your attack, I just wish you would have talked to me first."

 

[Terratina.]

M'endaxius - 0/30 AP, 2/2 MP

Seith, beggar and slithering snake to the very end. "A pity brother, that you cannot look into your shattered mirror anymore. But all the same... I would advise it." But why even bother trying to reason with such desperation. It was ironic, the god of enlightenment was trying to cloud Aen's mind. M'endar began to think that this would drag on forever like those Grigori meetings. It sank into a corner.

"The snake reveals himself and sheds all pretence of honour! He did not trust you with the matter of Olek... So why should you trust him and his words now?" His assumptions are only there to attack the trust between us and I can promise you that no other gods will be harmed by either me, Vantric or Melanthios..."​

And that was all that could be said. Apart from the few last echoes of Seith's voice, there was deadly silence as all awaited Aen's choice.

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Eldarwen 22,1

She shook her head. Seith had given true stupidity a face this day. Eldarwen decided to wage in on their conversation as well. She sent a telepathic message to Aen.

"I will not deny that I hate humans. They ruined my planet, and killed my people in the last universe. I feared that they might do the same under Olek, that is why I sent my troops. However, that is the only agression we have done against them so far. And who can say how many verr, dwarfs, lainir or other humans would have died, if I had not acted? That fleet was large, but thanks to the brave ekiruru who sacrificed themselves that day, few had to die. I lost many great warriors! Aen, if you wish to honour our alliance I want you to either leave now or aid us. Anything else is unacceptable and I will assume you are as much of a snake as Seith proves himself to be with every new word he utters."​

She grew tired of their bickering and she did have the wing of the angel, which she could use if she wanted too. No one had succeeded with making an item quite as powerful as the one she intended to make with it.

Eldarwen teleported away from the observatory, bringing Sonitus with her. They reappared at the palace in Ayamine, and the singer looked at her, probably wanting her belongings back. She would give them to her, but first she needed to try something.

She got the wing she had taken from Sephariel, and placed it on the table. Perhaps she should have asked someone for help, but where was the fun in that? She'd fail or succeed on her own this time.

The queen raised the staff and Amour above her head, took a deep breath and struck at the wing, putting all the power she possessed into the strike.


<spoiler=Action>DC19 4AP, 1MP -Forge a +4 Item
+6 Forest
+4 Nature magic
+2 Magical artifice
+2 Sound
+2 Hatred
= +16
The mask of the gryphon Domain: +4 Hope.
<spoiler=Pic>

Auctor 7

She watched them remove limbs on Alectra and replace them with their technology. They had told her to place her on an altar in a room in their labyrinth. She could only watch now, and hope that she did not die. A great mind that would still be needed. She had seen her drawings and ideas for inventions. They were not merely weapons. They could be used for more than war. Alectra could help her people. Why couldn't Eldarwen see that? She probably didn't want too.

She placed a scroll next to the body on the altar, and wrote a spell to return her strength.

Just as life and love are sweet
They too have thorns that stick.
But do not fear to live or love,
Life's not exempt from pain -
So pick a rose, you may get hurt,
But you will also gain!​

<spoiler=Action>
DC5 AP1 -Affect(Bless/Curse/Inspire) a single mortal for the term of their natural life

Auctor tries to restore Alectra's strength with the help of the synthetics.
+4 Words

 

[TheBlueShotgun0]

Pentar 30AP 2MP

"Unfortunately for him I'm needed more elsewhere."

Pentar didn't bother responding; it sounded like he was busy; but he smiled all the same. As far as Pentar was concerned, a helpless Seith was a victory. Without aid, the self-proclaimed God of Enlightenment would fall quickly to the wicked trio and Aen. But now, the booms of battle had fallen quite to be replaced by a new aura. Pentar could sense great power at work, and it took his only a moment to realize that they were trying to imprison Seith on another plane. He could also vaguely sense a telepathic back-and-forth between the belligerents, though he had no idea what they were saying. Not wanting to be left in the dark about such important events, Pentar appeared before the sea and summoned an image of the observatory. "Now." he mumbled to himself. "Just what are they doing up there?"

Spoiler: Action

Scry an area the size of a large room. DC=5
+4 Order
Questions:
-Who is in the Observatory
-What are the actions of each individual in the Observatory
-What are they saying to each other (include telepathic if possible)
-How weakened each God/demigod is

 

[Belmarc]

Aen 30,2

Everyone was clamoring for his attention, inside of his head and out, and then nothing. All waited on his answer. Seith said one thing, M'endar another, and Eldarwen was trying to pressure him too. And still he didn't know what was truth, what was right. To them, was he only a pawn in their individual games? Aen roared in anger and struck the nearest observatory wall with power, tearing a hole in it. His breathing heavy, hands clenching and unclenching, his shoulders shaking in rage, he turned back to Seith "I offered you all the mercy I can, and you've made your choice. I'm sorry for what happened to you, but it seems you had it coming."

Aen turned away, then with a second thought sent a message to Eldarwen. "If your faith in me is so small, then perhaps our alliance means little after all." With that, he took off through the hole he'd created, off into the further edges of the universe where he could release his anger without restriction.

 

[JoJo]

The Storyteller

The Storyteller blew mournfully on his pipe, the smoke mixing with that of the fire and causing a couple of nearby children to cough.

"Thus it came to pass that with the combined efforts of Melanthios, Eldarwen and Vantric, even with Nivix's atttempt to hinder them, the process begun to forever trap Seith within the shards of his own mirrors, fated never to be freed again. With this there were but ten gods left in the universe."

His tone perked up again once he had finished recounting Seith's end and he carried on in a more jovial tone.

"Significant as it was, the imprisonment of Seith was not the only thing that happened in this time however. Pentar arrived on the scene of the battle and scryed the area to find out for himself what had occurred there.

Down deep in Evermoor, with the help of Zareth and Carnivox, Roe found his friend Petal and raised her up to be a new demigod: Petal, Child of Compassion.

Meanwhile, Eldarwen and her progeny were not idle either, Eldarwen herself created an item of great power: the Mask of the Gryphon, which embodies the power of hope. Sonitus inspired a group of five hundred Ekiruru to form the order of Wisteria whilst with the help of the synthetics, Auctor successfully restored Alectra's strength."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Eldarwen 22,1

She knew they had succeeded with imprisoning Seith, and heard Aen at the back of her head, but what lay in front of her on the table was more interesting. Her ally probably needed time to calm down either way. She wasn't above apologizing and what was said in the heat of a moment, was not always thought through.

Eldarwen removed her crown from her head, which was a mere accessory to what she had created. She threw it away and it could be heard bouncing against the floor, before it came to a halt. She picked up the mask and felt its power resounding, then she put it on, but felt sad when she remembered how Nivix had destroyed all the mirrors.

"How do I look?" She asked Sonitus, who was still patiently waiting for her own belongings. Well, Eldarwen wouldn't need them now.

"Fearsome and lovely. Though that is the answer I would have given before as well. The mask does have its charm." Sonitus answered, and got Amour and the armor of hatred back. She appeared to have gained a better understanding of the armor, just by watching Eldarwen since she got dressed in it faster than she removed it. "Mother, we have not yet spoken about the mission you sent me on. I wish to tell you everything I learned."

Eldarwen dissolved her staff into the aether again and moved for one of the hallways. "That would be appropriate. Come with me, but not a word about how you presumably seduced Ailish. Where is the woman anyway?"

Sonitus couldn't answer, it was a good question. She had forgotten about Ailish, and the price she wanted from her daughter. Now that Alectra had died, she would never get the reward anyway, but surely Auctor had need of her for something. "I do not know, we may want to find her before she ends up hurt."

The queen wouldn't be that surprised if she already had, though Sonitus' concern made it sound like her assumption about the two had been right. "Very well."

Auctor 7

Alectra remained motionless for hours, and they had said that even if she woke up she would never walk again. Auctor remained on her knees in front of the altar, hoping that their combined powers had brought back her strength.

She no longer looked like any other ekiruru. Her skin was tainted black by her own blood, her jaw had a large metal piece attached to it and she lacked an arm. The damage she had taken to her back and legs was the reason she'd never walk again, even if they had managed to restore her legs.

Eventually she heard the woman coughing, and Auctor got up on her feet to make sure she wasn't dying on her. The look in her eyes told her that she was still in pain.

"I am Auctor, the lady of Minas Kei." She said, and wanted to explain where they were, but maybe that was too much to take in. The massive labyrinth below her city had shocked the demigod after all.

"I know. Who you. Are." Alectra answered, her voice had changed and now had a speech impediment. It couldn't be easy to talk with a piece of metal in your mouth.

Auctor nodded and smiled, most did know her. She took Alectra's hand in her own. "The synthetics brought you back."

The inventor didn't seem that pleased about it, rather she showed an expression of pained regret. "What happens. When our benevolent queen. Finds me?" Alectra closed her eyes, and went back to sleep.

 

[Pappytech]

Nivix - 26, 1

Nivix lapsed into silence as he stared, shell-shocked, at the reflective shards that were scattered across the observatory's ruined floor. They still gleamed and pulsed with traces of arcane power, signs of Melanthios' unbreakable, irreversible seal. There was no doubt about it. Seith was locked away, now and forever. There was no way to bring him back, no way to return him to the world. He was simply... gone.

Slowly, Nivix took a step forward, wordlessly approaching the pieces that formed Seith's prison. He had never liked Seith. If anything, he had hated the god of order and light, despised the way he had tried to constrain the rest of the universe to abide by his laws and ideals. Seith had been a mistake, a stain upon the world, there was no doubt about that.

But, in his own little way, he had served to make it a less boring place.

Unintentionally or not, he had done some things that were truly fascinating, even occasionally performing acts that had managed to hold Nivix's attention for a time. It all may have been with dark, self-serving intents in mind, but it had been entertaining nonetheless. Regardless of Seith's goals and schemes, he had made the world interesting. And now he was gone.

"Wrong."

Nivix's words were scarcely audible, barely more than a whisper. But the weight they carried as they fell from his lips was truly tremendous.

"This is wrong. This... I stopped it. I stopped it."

It was true, wasn't it? He had resisted, fought back against Melanthios' attempt to seal away Seith. He had used all of his might, all of his power to hinder the action. He had struggled with all of his strength to ensure the trickster's freedom. He knew that he had!

So... why had it happened, regardless of his attempts to stop it?

The god's mind raced along at an incomprehensible speed, frantically trying to find a way to answer the question. How was this possible!? What had gone wrong!? Why, why, why, why, why!?

And then, like a thunderbolt from on high, the answer struck Nivix. His eyes spreading wide in horrified realization and his hands reflexively grasping at his head, the god fell to his knees, unmindful of the glass shards he fell upon. It was so, so obvious, yet he didn't want to acknowledge it. He couldn't acknowledge it.

But, in the end, he didn't have much of a choice. Knowledge is sometimes a terrible, terrible gift.

"I... I couldn't stop it."

The answer was as short as it was simple. His power hadn't mattered a bit in the end. Not when he was opposed by all the other gods. Before their collective will, he was impotent, pointless, useless.

He was weak.

Nivix's mournful howl could be heard throughout the universe, a cry of sorrow and fear that traveled from the Hollowed Court to the stars that glittered at the farthest ends of creation. "NOOOOOOOO! No, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

As he ranted and raved, the madman slammed his head against the floor, mindless of the mirror shards he was crushing into dust. Golden streams of ichor, flowing from dozens of cuts, stained his face and hands, but Nivix either couldn't feel the pain or he chose to ignore it. He had to unleash the maelstrom of rage and terror that was building up within his soul, and his divine tantrum was the best way of doing so for now. So he raged. He cried and shouted, roared and screamed until his throat bled, smashed and shattered anything and everything around him. The ruins of Seith's laboratory were consumed by the fires of his fury and sorrow, and the sounds of his anger echoed far and wide.

And then, with one last angry howl directed towards the heavens themselves, Nivix left. His body little more than a humanoid frame soaked in blood and flame, the chemister fled, tossing himself into the vast oblivion. He would need time to calm and recover, silence to think and plan. He needed to be alone, away from the others, away from his experiments, away from his stars.

For the first time in his life, he needed the darkness.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Zareth 27 , 2​

Zareth waved the two children goodbye, wishing them the best of luck. "That was love right there, beautiful, honest love."

"Sickly and stupid if you ask me." Carnivox huffed.

"Oh when did you become such a cynic, Car?"

"Never been one for cubs." The Hunter shrugged before he stalked off into the underworld depths.

*****​

Zareth took another walk outside of Evermoor. He looked up into the sky, it seems whatever business there was with Seith had been resolved. The whole thing had come out of no where as far as he could tell. Although with his strange obsession with spying mirrors it's was bound to happen some time.

Still between that and this new city springing up one thing was clear. He was slipping out of the loop.

But Evermoor takes up so much of my time and I couldn't even get twenty-four hours off before the living butted in.

It looked lie he wouldn't be able to make himself available for he politics of other gods at all, or the affairs of mortals. Who knows how many other matters of importance had slipped by without him noticing? Then he saw one of the moonlight Phoenixes perched on an outcrop of rocks on the canyon wall.

"Hey you!" He yelled out. "Yeah you, get over here! I have a job for you!"

"Myeeeah!" The phoenix squawked back. Seemingly thinking that Zareth was trying to move in on its territory.

"I am your creator and I command you to come here!" He bellowed, putting on his godliest voice. The animal seemed to respond to that and flew to his outstretched arm. "How would you like to become the servant of a god highest and most regarded among all your kind?"

"buck-buh-bah?" The bird clucked back at him, tilting its head quizzically.

"Yes of curse you can still eat squirrels, you can have all the squirrels you want. All I need from you is to keep flying through the worlds of mortals, with my help you'll be able to fly across worlds and never tire. All I ask in return is that you bring me news from he outside world, politics, international affairs, show business. You know the usual.

The bird bobbed its head along with him, it was a bright little creature he had to give it that. "cirp. cirp-cirp."

"Glad to hear you agree! And you'll always have a place to nest in Evermoor." With a flick of his wrist Zareth began to form a collar out of the ether and threaded it around the chirpy phoenixes neck. "Car!" He yelled, turning his head back towards Evermoor. "Car, I'm getting us a pet! Come stroke her, her feathers are silky soft!" At that moment an arrow came shooting out of nowhere, right towards the innocent bird. Luckily Zareth had finished with the collar and caught it with his free hand. "Oh you're a spoil sport." He turned the arrow tip on the collar's name disk. "Now what should we call you?"

"CaaaAAaaww!" It shrieked in his face.

"That's an excellent suggestion... Flight."

Spoiler: Action

Zareth: Difficulty: 15 Continental Action Cost: 6 AP, Make a demigod.

+6 Death, +4 Age, +2 Crafting.

 

[Arrogancy]

Vantric: 23, 2

It was over. Vantric couldn't help but smile. Seith, the enemy, had been defeated. In spite of all his professed knowledge, he had miscalculated. Miscalculated the unity of his allies, miscalculated the mercy of his enemies. And now he would pay. His attempts to reshape the universe and bend it to his will were over.

At the end there were only himself and his two allies left, watching Seith slowly drift away, being drawn out of the universe. "I think that went quite well, brothers." Vantric announced.

It was a grand moment, but not without some last bits of trouble. Aen had gotten into an argument with Melanthios. Tensions had broken out, and Vantric was concerned that Aen himself might need to be removed. Fortunately, the battle god had been calmed, somewhat. He made no effort to interfere with Seith's imprisonment, though Vantric could plainly see he opposed it. Regardless, he had proven to be a useful tool, perhaps even a worthwhile ally. Emotionally temperamental, but with proper handling he could be made quite useful.

He though back to Eldarwen. Her aid had been unexpected. Welcome, but unexpected. The nature goddess was an ardent isolationist, why did she care so much about Seith? Vantric mulled over that for a moment. Perhaps that was the reason, her isolationism. Seith's need to poke his nose where it didn't belong had grated many of the gods, one who asked for nothing other than to be left alone would take considerably less kindly to this behavior. However, she was far too dangerous to be a pawn, and too unpredictable to be a close ally. She wanted to tend to her garden, and Vantric was more than happy to let her.

Nivix had gone in his own manner, which was to say loud and gaudy. Though this exit wasn't the manic destructive capacity he had come to expect from the scientist. Rather it was morose, still loud, but sorrowful. One thing was certain, Nivix was unpredictable and dangerous, whether manic or depressed. Vantric had written the mad scientist off long ago, he was too unstable to deal with on more than a sporadic basis. Still, Nivix wasn't the type to hold a grudge, he hoped. Likely the god would mope about until he found a needlessly complex and dangerous way to do something simple and mundane. Maybe making a bread oven that harnesses the power of the sun, or something equally moronic.

Vantric looked about the ruins of the observatory. It had been Seith's center of power. Now it was a ruined shell, blackened by the release of so much power. He bent down and plucked one of the mirror shards up, holding it up to the starlight over head. These mirrors had once reflected the furthest reaches of the universe. Like the rest of the facility, it was now marred by Seith's influence and destroyed in retribution of the light god's failed ambitions.

Perhaps something could be salvaged from this all. He channeled his power into the shard, altering and bending its form, infusing with a new power. I think it's time I did more to stack the odds in my favor. He thought.

Spoiler: Actions

Create +2 item of power (Luck)- DC 15: (+6 Ambition) (+4 Secrets) (+2 Murder/Assassination)

 

[Doc Gnosis]

Kerac

Yet another day... Gods I'm getting bored of this place. Kerac - armed with another ream of paper - peddled his articles to the public, seeing if people would take one. Sometimes you get the Rowan or other changeling who wanted it to wipe his ass, or the token minorities who look upon it and laugh to themselves. But today was a bad day for news. Maybe people got put off by the dead whale resting on the trees while doves were picking away at it. But it didn't bother Kerac; instead he proceeded to do the most sensible thing to do with a headful of his own 'Fire & Ice' milk: Fling these papers right through whatever crevasses and openings that teemed with life. Some would say it's a waste of paper and a mess - and they'd be right - but what was important to the Pom'grn was that people got that story. Whether they wanted to or not.

<spoiler=The Nose Goes Only Up or Down>I don't get cities. A lot of my people will say that it's a synapse of the greatest minds and cultures a civilization can offer, or a wellspring of opportunities, or other fancy words. But the truth of these cities is that they're built for one purpose: To birth and raise cronies to prostrate themselves before the 'real winners,' and I don't mean any of the gods. There's usually some urban myth that everyone rallies behind when such undertakings are made; if it fails then that man is vilified as a delusional moron, but if once in a lifetime it succeeds, then he's revered and celebrated as a delusional moron. Point is that the one who thinks of building a city is some silly bastard who gathers people of different creeds and races for the express purpose of licking his boots once the job's done. Or her boots in this case. I wonder to myself if I ever have a child, I should name him after our founder, teach him all the lore and significance that name could offer, and watch everyone beat the snot out of him so he can learn a valuable lesson from it.

The only time when such a large gathering should happen is when something truly momentous happens, like some great game or all-encompassing orgy; the latter would be remembered for all the wrong reasons, but the former would be what I secretly desire. There would be nothing more satisfying than seeing a gathering of the greatest warriors and local drunkards duking it out for our own amusement. It wouldn't even need a specific time; just have people agree that these games should begin and presto! They begin. And when someone says they're over, they're then over and we have winners. There are also losers, but the game's going to be the last thing on their mind once they cross the line between exhaustion and ecstacy.

We'd probably have some great show to commemerate the occasion - maybe a burning of some god's effigy - then get right to the games. Spectators would engage in their own rituals while those games commenced. They could be anything as far as I'm concerned; food, drugs, sex, putting on their own show for the spectators, whatever. What matters at the end, is not everyone coming back satisfied, but saddened, pissed off, wanting, or otherwise think that something pointless had happened in front of them. Deep down in all these emotions do people find a true sense of worth in their life. And that's what makes these games worth watching. And above all else it makes them worth writing about. There's no point in having so many races converge unless it's for the purpose of who's the better man. People are defined, wars ended, and gods appeased by such momentous occasions.

Plants probably don't need any encouragement for such a grand game; they're already making a show as spectators and players across the board. But then we still have every other persons to contend with. Dwarves may need some convincing - and maybe a fuckload of booze - to send people. Rowans too, though with fewer quantities. But it's the shadows and Twomen who really need help. If what my friends - and enemies - say is true, then they both need some enlightenment of the finer things in life. Somewhere in their dreary existence of purpose and goal-orientation, they need someone to introduce games and the wonderful culture they bring. It's got everything a race needs; pointless aggression, an outlet for pent-up feelings, a tangible dream people can easily reach out for, and maybe the occasional misadventure of gateway decadence if these sods are lucky.

What may be a problem is when the gods start to gamble along with us. There can be nothing more unnerving and fear-inducing than when they start to hold odds with one another. And I know right away we're going to see some of that divine betting marking the first great game.

The sun was setting and he returned to his flat; his Lainir roommate splayed out on the floor, chewing on rocks and waving his bone-sword-arm around. Kerac saw an emptied red sack, and his skin turned white.

"You didn't just swallow all that did ya??" His voice grew with concern. "You at least save some for me??"

The black Lainir could only laugh uncontrollably and scratch away at the makeshift furniture. "Sucks." was the only thing he said before his manic fit continued.... Until Kerac promptly shoved him off the couch. The bone poked a hole in the floor, and all of a sudden whole Dwarves were digging beneath them like gold was in them trees.

"Fuck you." the Lainir hissed out between nursing his sides.

"Always knew you were trouble. Never did trust a Shadow." The Pom'grn said, back turned to find another drug. Times like this he wondered why he even had that Shadow bastard around; while he welcomed the booze and dope Kerac collected, the Lainir was a total lightweight, and keeps eating all the Darkroot ale.

"Didja' least get more crap?" The Lainir asked in between covering his nose.

"Someone has to. Gobi nuts, acid, and a gourd-ful of Make-it-stop."

"Gimme some."

"Should've thought about saving some of that copper."

"Shoulda' thought about yer daddy-man!" He felt something cold, alien and sharp sliding past his body - like an ex-paramour with a knife and poetic justice. Fortunately that broad was blind as Kerac was; the implement barely grazed the side of his butt. A big thump came on the floor, and then quiet moaning. Guy had too much...

"Good night, Blackie."

"Fuck you too."

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Eldarwen 16,1

She had her doubts about Zareth, because he had displayed both cowardice and an allegiance to the trio. Then again, she had helped them very recently and perhaps they weren't that bad. Seith had proven himself more evil than them. However, what Sonitus told her about the previous death god made her question Zareth even more than before. That someone he had helped to bring back from death told her this, was reason to worry as well. She didn't think Sonitus had that much against him. After all, why would she?

Eldarwen knew Ailish had been on Eld, it wasn't hard to detect her influence, but she didn't seem to have stayed.

"Maybe, you should go talk with Zareth yourself, so he can assuage your fears about him." She said hesitantly, and kept looking at the city from the gate of her palace.

"...Me?" It may be her imagination, but it seemed as though Sonitus was glad to hear the suggestion.

"Yes, I trust you. I'm sure he won't object to talking with you."

Sonitus had only fought Eldarwen before, and lost then, now she needed to get the death god to attack her. Her mother would listen to her after that, but she feared what would happen in such a battle. She didn't know how low Zareth was willing to lower himself to win. She would have prefered fighting one of the arena champions, since some of them at least prided themself on being honourable in battle. She sighed.

Ave Venator!

She was pulled from a tree, like so many of her sisters. It didn't take more than a day before she got into a fight and killed her first. After that, she found her way to the arena where they accepted her with open arms, in which hands they held weapons to fight her with.

She spent years fighting and killing. In her spare time, she would drink and boast about her accomplishments. She took what she wanted, anyone who resisted or objected got beaten until they couldn't resist anymore. She was hardly a saint, and even demons might have frowned upon her actions.

At the age of twenty, she was made Venator, an honour which was only bestowed upon the fiercest. The venators were the ones who caught the dinosaurs, such as the tyrannousaurus. They brought them to the arena for the games, and kept them under control until the gladiator teams could get a chance to fight them.

Many venators died doing their duty, but she survived for many years. She only prayed to one god and that was Carnivox, to assure that her hunt for a new beastie was succesful and fun. Eventually she started using fire in her hunt, which was hard to keep under control, but it was more effective than anything else.

She asked the alchemists if they could help her with the fire, and they presented her with the artificial flames. She could now set her own body on fire, without taking too much damage. That was what she had been doing the last years, setting herself on fire and hunting dinosaurs. Now, she was walking up to the palace where she saw the queen and her demigod standing. If the scholars had been right, then the queen was Eldarwen. Hardly surprising, considering how long she had been around.

The Venator stopped in front of them.

"I want to become a demigod."

End

Eldarwen was stunned. The individual in front of her had fire licking her body and was more cocky than anyone she had met before. Her bravery alone could be rewarded. "She looks a bit like a demon with that tail."

The venator didn't back down at the queen's taunting words.

"She sure does." Sonitus said.

Eldarwen turned to look at her, and saw the singer biting her lip and looking at the woman from top to bottom, taking in her whole body with her eyes. She would have shook her head, if she had actually been surprised, but she wasn't. Sonitus acted like usual. It was nice to be able to think that she knew her.

She turned back to the venator. "Why?"

"I deserve it."

Eldarwen raised her hand, to strike the woman down, but gave it a second thought. "Why do you deserve it?" Maybe she could actually give her a valid reason, before she had her head crushed against the pavement. It would be fun to see her try.

The venator didn't flinch when the queen raised her hand. "I have killed more people in the arena than anyone else. I have caught a hundred dinosaurs, and killed several as well. You need demigods that are not only strong of mind, as your lovely daugther here and the one in Minas Kei, but one that is strong of body as well."

"Oh, you flirt!" Sonitus cooed.

Eldarwen gestured for Sonitus to give her Amour again, and placed her hand on the singer's armor. "That is a good argument. I hope you prove true to your word, otherwise you will wish I had struck you down." She channeled her magic, into the venator, making sure that the transformation would hurt like hell.

The woman dropped to her knees, but didn't show any signs of pain.

She figured she could use some help, and informing Zareth of Sonitus intention to visit him was good too. Noticing that he was trying to do the same as her, she sent both her power and her voice.

"Zareth, we have not spoken in years again. I hope you've been well. However, my daughter wants to have a word with her supposed father and I could use some help ascending another of my mortals."

She sent a message to Ailish too, since searching for her was pointless when she could just ask the woman where she was.

"Ailish, welcome back. I could use your aid with ascending a mortal, if you could send it. I am also curious to where you are, as of this moment?"

<spoiler=Action>Send messages to Ailish and Zareth.

Create a demigod DC15 AP 6.
+6 Forest +4 Nature magic +2 Magical Artifice +2 Sound +2 Hatred +4 Hope.
<spoiler=Venator>Venator's domain would be "Fire within" +4

Fire Within: She has a strong body and possesses control over fire, which will burn inside her after the transformation.

Assist Zareth.
+4 Nature magic. +2 Sound. It's a bird.

 

[Floris2123]

Melanthios 14AP,1MP
Melanthios smiled as the glass prison was completed. It had been done, Seith was gone. Feeling satisfied, he moved his hand and his two sons joined him. He placed his hands on them both and smiled, "I am very proud of you my sons. This day will be known as the day Seith was imprisoned and we will all be remembered forever." They both nodded, shortly after Melanthios and his two sons left.

Spoiler: Battle inside Melanthios

Melanthios sat down in one of his chairs, grabbed a book and started reading. "Melanthios." He looked around, "Who is there?" Melanthios! "Come out whoever you are!" he said, standing up and grabbing his staff. He then felt something happening inside of him, something was moving around. "What the?" he said as a dark hole appeared from inside his chest. Hands and arms began to wrestle their way out of it. Melanthios wanted to use his magic but it was useless, something had drained him of all his power. The hands grabbed him and began pulling him in. The last thing he managed to do was activate his orb.

Melanthios was pulled inside himself and was thrown on a cold floor. He looked down at his hands, they looked human. His eyes opened wide as he moved them, he could feel everything. From the coldness in the room, to the edges of the stone. He slowly stood up and tried some of his magic. It seemed he wasn't powerless, but he was about Striga level. Suddenly a hand grabbed his head and turned him around, he looked straight into the eyes of a 45 year old human.

"Hello there Melanthios, remember me?" the man asked. Melanthios shoved the man off of him and stepped back. He looked around to see people's faces in the darkness, more and more people began to appear. All of them seemed to posses significant amounts of magical powers, the man seemed to posses the most. "Well, do you know me or not?" the man asked, annoyed. "I have no clue who you are," Melanthios responded.

The man laughed loudly. "I told you he had forgotten about us." The rest of the people also seemed amused. The man suddenly stepped forward and pushed Melanthios against the wall with one hand. "Allow me to reintroduce myself, my name is Oswalt, also known as number two." Melanthios looked at the man "Number two?" he asked. The man seemed stunned "You even forgot that?! God you are hopeless." The man, said laughing as he released Melanthios.

Melanthios focused one of the strongest spells he was able to handle into his hands. The man looked at him, "Well, let me tell you a little story. You are number one, the leader of the magic society." Melanthios looked around, all the people were laughing crazily. But there was one young woman simply staring at him, she had a kind expression on his face. "HEY look at me!" Melanthios looked back at the insane man.

"That is better, well allow me too tell you the tale of 'Melanthios'. You see there used to be one god who ruled everything. But he was done at a certain point, and instead of resting he wanted to restart. But we didn't want to accept our fates, so you came up with a plan. You calculated how much magical energy we would need to survive the 'rebirth'. But a side effect was that you lost all your memories, but now that we have recovered we are taking this body back," the man said as he burst out in laughter.

Melanthios remained calm. He felt his orb charging, all he needed to do was buy some time. "But why take it back from me?? he asked sounding upset. "Simple," Oswalt replied. "You have had your turn, and now we want a drive." Melanthios saw the woman smiling at him, she began making a shield around her. "So what are you planning to do? Just kill me? And even if you do, then what?" "We will divide your power, and we will finally have a new home," Oswalt replied.

Melanthios then felt that his orb was finally charged, he grinned as he looked at Oswalt. "Your plan might have worked, if I was weaker. But I am Melanthios, the god of magic!" Melanthios activated his spell, causing a giant explosion. Everyone exploded, causing guts and flesh to be blown through the room. Melanthios casually wiped some blood off his clothes, then walked to the only other person in the room. He felt all his old power flowing back into him as he walked over to her. "Hello there, need some help?" he asked the young woman.

The woman looked up and smiled, the shield around her vanished. Suddenly a fell on top of Melanthios' right shoulder, he looked amused as he used magic to destroy the hand. "It seems you are as cold as ever," the young woman said, smiling at Melanthios. He looked surprised, "Did we know each other?" She chuckled and nodded, "My name is Valerie, and you are my uncle." Melanthios was surprised, "Uncle you say?" Valerie nodded and touched his forehead.

Spoiler: Memories

"Let's go already!" Melanthios looked at his brother, "Are you sure you want me there?" He nodded and grabbed Melanthios arm. He sighed and was pulled along by his brother. Eventually they arrived in the hospital. His brother lifted up a small baby, "Isn't she beautiful?" Melanthios nodded, "She is very pretty." His brother smiled, he looked very proud.

"I am very sorry to say this, but your brother has passed away." Melanthios dropped his staff and looked at the messenger. "He...is dead?" he asked, sounding stunned. The man nodded, "I am afraid your brother died in battle.' Melanthios felt strangely empty, he then remembered Valerie. "What is going to happen to his daughter?" he asked. 'She will be placed in an orphanage along with the others." "Please don't, I will adopt her." The man looked surprised, "Alright, if you want."

Melanthios looked at Valerie, she was about nine now. "So how are you doing Valerie?" he asked. She looked at him, and then looked back at her food. Melanthios sighed, she had been silent for a whole week now. He cursed his brother for dying, how was a 25 year old wizard supposed to raise a child? "Do you maybe want some berries?" he offered showing her a plate. She nodded and started eating them. He looked up, this was going to be... interesting to say the least.

"Alright there is no time to waste anymore, the planet will be sucked in within 10 minutes. Come on hurry!" Melanthios yelled as he was running towards the magic guild. Valerie, now 19, was right behind him, running as fast as she could. He kicked open the door to see Oswalt "Are the preparations done yet?!" he yelled over the sound of the giant machine. "Yes, it is done, we were waiting for you two." Oswalt replied.

Melanthios nodded, he then placed his hands on Valerie's shoulder and looked at her. "No matter what happens or were we end up, I will protect you," he said, determined. She nodded, smiling. "Alright then, it is now or never boys!" Melanthios said running to the top platform.

Melanthios did a step back looking at Valerie. "That is quite some power you have there," he said, rubbing his head. Valerie responded with "Well I learned it from you." He smiled, "That you did. So, Valerie how would you like to be a demigod?" She laughed, "I would love to be one." He smiled, "Well you will be my third. I am sure you will like Akladai and Maeglin."
Melanthios placed his hand on her forehead. Magic began to gather inside his hand, every ounce of magic and knowledge he had was used in the ritual. The orb began shinning as he used its power to help him with his ritual.

Spoiler: Appearance Melanthios

Spoiler: Valerie

Name: Valerie
Domains: +4 Arcane power
Flaw: -

Spoiler: Appearance

Spoiler: Action

Turn Valerie into a demigod.

Difficulty: 15

Usage: 6 AP

Domain: Arcane magic +6 Wisdom +4 War +2, +2 creation.

 

[Dogmatic99]

Zareth 21 , 2​

"Zareth, we have not spoken in years again. I hope you've been well. However, my daughter wants to have a word with her supposed father and I could use some help ascending another of my mortals."

"Her what?!"

"Buhh."

"When did I get a... when did we?" Once again Eldarwen had managed to pull a fresh piece of crazy out of her organic canvas bag.

He walked back to Evermoor with Flight perched on his arm. "Car! Get over here!"

Carnivox jumped out of nowhere, as he so often did. "What, what we doin'?"

"I have a daughter."

"You dog." The Hunter smirked.

"This is serious, Car. I don't remember ever having any kind of intercourse with her. At least I don't think I did. It's weird with our kind I'm not sure what counts." They never even touched each other to make Carnivox but then logically speaking Car was probably adopted... working off of human standards anyway.

Carnivox shrugged.

"You've been a great help." Zareth said flatly.

"Whatever, All I know is the others were having a cool fight and I missed it, all 'cus you wanna play neutral and worry about what you might have had sex with, that's a stupid thing to worry about."

"chirp?"

"Shut up!" Carnivox barked at Flight.

The bird took off and circled over their heads. This was pointless. Zareth sent off some help to Eldarwen and pushed this talk of daughters to the back of his mind. If something came of it then so be it but for now he had work to do. Evermoor was growing by the minute and the areas the various cultures called home needed tending to. He returned to his library in The Charnal Palace, he had a few ideas of how of how to handle the situation but all of them would take power to put them in place.

Spoiler: Action

Assist Eldarwen +6 Death

 

[Terratina.]

M'endaxius - 0/30 AP, 2/2 MP

While other gods just left after the show was over, M'endar stayed for the encore. While Nivix and Aen screamed with a mixture of sadness and despair; M'endar just stayed there, feeling... nothing? It was puzzling. All this energy had been poured into dark thoughts of hatred and brought into an act of violence and now... nothing. No joy, no happiness, no nothing. M'endar put it down to the fact all its energy had been stripped from it, like Seith's, and his freedom. It rose up and stood in the centre of the ruins. It stayed silent as Vantric remarked on the success of the gambit and picked up one of the shards from the shattered mirror. Mirroring Vantric, M'endar began to gather the rest from the scorched remains.

For one moment, it stopped and looked up to the sky. The stars were flickering, 'The stars must be in shock.' M'endar thought, then resumed the task. The Observatory had fallen and so would Eldarwen's garden, if not for the halting of the corruption. Would all of the Hallowed Court fall in time? Would the gods themselves fall? Was the invasion of the void creatures only the prelude? M'endar wasn't sure. Right now, it wasn't sure of anything but that it had to stay to watch the reminder of the imprisonment process, to the very end. Finished, M'endar turned around to the other gods there in silence. It shivered, and M'endar suddenly felt very vulnerable. But it clenched its fists and continued to watch.

Zs'Wua'Itzala - 5/8 AP

Meanwhile, the Lady of Shadows found herself in a cave, in the strangely comforting shadows. She was puzzled, she should have been dead! But power burned inside her, giving her a vague understanding of what had happened. She stroked her chin, perhaps the powers could use a little test, but that would require... She hushed the thought and walked further into the cave, becoming one with the shadow. Not afraid even with all the mysterious shrieking. Further and further in, she found the sound of the shrieking - a Shadowshriek mother trying to warn off those that would try to devour her babies. Zs'Wua was in a curious mood, so she grabbed the mother with a lightening fast swipe and stroked her. Zs'Wua decided to pour her power into the Shadowshriek - unknowingly into the species itself - while she stroked it. Altering the beast in mysterious ways.

Spoiler: Action(s)

Creating or altering a non-sentient species smaller than an elephant - DC = 9

- Create the broodmothers. Basically make the females much larger than the males. About big enough to ride.

Bonuses - Shadows [+4]

 

[Sehnsucht Engel]

Sonitus 3

She took her sword back, after the Venator had collapsed. It was comforting to know that she wasn't able to resist the power of the transformation any more than Auctor, despite her words about how strong she was. If she did wake up again, they could have some fun, but in the meantime she needed to provoke the death god to attack her.

"I think I know what her first task will be when she wakes up." Eldarwen stated coldly. "Someone needs to deal with Seith's filth. It will be a good way to test her loyalty and skill."

Sonitus remembered the angel they had struck down. Did they really need to kill the rest too? She knew Eldarwen wouldn't stop, and the ekiruru would jump at the chance to kill and get killed in battle.

"I'll see you later." She said and left, heading through the portal to Minas Kei.

Sonitus didn't go straight for the gate to the underworld. She turned her eyes towards the sky, when she got out of Auctor's palace. There was no telling where Auctor had gone, and she wanted to learn how to teleport herself. She was a god for crying out loud! Not as powerful as the original ones, but a god nonetheless.

She raised Amour and pointed it at the planet she wanted to go too. "I want to go there!" She sang and waited, with no result. That would have been too easy. "Amour amour, am Ende gefangen zwischen deinen Zähnen!?" Nothing happened at the second attempt either.

Sonitus remained motionless, with her sword pointed at the sky. She had no songs about teleportation, and it wasn't easy to think of one either. It needed to be appealing and soothing to the ears.

"Sag mir, fühlst du die Kraft..." It revealed itself slowly to her, as most of them did, before she had all the words. When she had been a mortal it had taken her weeks, even months to write a song, but now it was what she was. She was the music and the lyrics. "Die deine Seele durchdringt. Halt dich gut fest."

The singer stopped pointing Amour at the planet, and took it in her hands, to play it like a guitar. "Sag mir, fühlst du die Macht. Die uns vom Boden erhebt." She felt the surge pull her away.

When she arrived, she saw the grigori before they saw her. She could only save some, or her mother would object and even then she needed too give them to the ekiruru. The prettier they were the easier they would have it, and only females. If Eldarwen did raise her voice about it, and she probably would, Sonitus could always play it off as if they were sex slaves. That may be the end result either way. It wasn't such a bad idea.

She sent her voice to them telepathically, and also to a star whale nearby. They came, as few could resist her siren song. When they had climbed aboard the star whale, she urged it on to fly them back to Minas Kei.

"Gott weiß ich will kein Engel sein."

<spoiler=Action>DC7, AP2. Inspire 50 mortals for life.
+4 Sound. +2 Sound. +2 Hatred.
Sonitus inspires some female grigori, to become docile and willing slaves.

Translation
Teleportation: Tell me, do you feel the power
That sweeps through your soul
Hold on tight

Tell me, do you feel the power
that lifts us from the ground

Comment about the angels again: God knows I don't want to be an angel

 

[Pappytech]

Nivix - 20, 1

He had never liked the dark. Never. It was empty, quiet, still, and a thousand other words that he hated with every fiber of his being. He had been born into the darkness at the beginning, the very beginning, and he had loathed it.

Now he welcomed it.

Nivix floated in the most distant corner of creation, an impossibly wide distance between himself and the last vestiges of light. Evalon, Eld, the Oculi, Coelus, Salustutis, Niv and all his other precious stars, he had left them far, far behind in his desperate flight. He couldn't stand them for a moment longer, shining with all of their light and life. He needed the dark, he wanted it more than anything else in the world. He wanted to drown in the blackness, to fling himself into the endless emptiness and fade away until there was nothing left of his shame and weakness. He didn't deserve the light, not anymore. He had proven himself unworthy.

If he wasn't even able to stop the other gods, then how could he ever think he could master the light?! Wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong! He was wrong, he had always been wrong!

...If he had possessed the strength to do so, Nivix would have unleashed another roar, another cry of despair. But he couldn't. Not now, not when he was so utterly spent. His anger and rage was gone; the only thing he had now was the overwhelming weight of his grief. He was useless. Pointless. A mistake. An error. It would be best if he could just end it all, simply... stop. Yes. To erase himself from this reality, to remove every last trace of his existence. That was the answer that made sense.

So why couldn't he do it?

It wouldn't be too hard, not for a being with his power. To simply end himself should be well within his abilities. Yet, he was unable to. Why? Why couldn't he perform even this last task? He was a god of destruction! So why couldn't he destroy himself?!

...Because he didn't destroy.

"Destruction is not the end," he whispered to the void. "To destroy something is not to erase it, but to change it. To shift its form into something else, something different. Something better."

He was not a destroyer. He never was. His entire existence, his entire being, was defined by creation. Niv, his countless experiments, Ven and the Mizzen... These were the things that made him who he was. The beauty and beings that he had forged, pouring every last bit of his soul into them as he made them.

He was not a destroyer. He created.

...And if he was weak, then he would create a way to be stronger.

A smile slowly stretched across Nivix's lips as he began to awaken his power. The familiar sense of ecstasy began to flow through his thoughts and veins, filling his entire being with utter euphoria. This was what he was meant to do, after all. Creation was always his greatest skill, his most fantastic ability. That was his purpose, his destiny. To create and build and forge until not a speck of darkness remained. Because that was who he was. The one to banish the darkness.

But first he need materials. A planet of iron and fire, ready to serve as his fuel and forge all at once. He would show the light that he was still worthy, that he could still create and build. He would not fail it. Not now.

Not ever.

Spoiler: Action

Continental Action: DC 15, 6 AP

Create a moon-sized planet, one filled with ore and overflowing with lava.

+6 Knowledge, +4 Destruction, +2 Magical Artifice

 

[JoJo]

Roe - 20, 1 and Petal - 8

Roe and Petal broke apart as the raising ended, both children a little breathless from the effort of demigod creation. Petal looked no different to how she had before except for a pair of white wings which blossomed out of her back but now her form was different from her former ghostly countenance, more solid now, even radiant. She was wearing Roe's whistle around her neck once again.

"Come on!" Petal said eagerly and jumped up towards the sky, soaring upwards with a swirl on her new wings.

Roe blinked and then quickly sent a message to Zareth as he tailed his friend out of Evermoor.

"Thanks Zareth, if you want help sometime send me a message,"

Petal leapt through space in awe of her new powers, Roe followed on closely behind. They flew up to the Hallowed Court and landed outside the small house that Roe had built.

"Wow, it's great!" Petal squeaked. The two children then looked over to the Observatory nearby, Roe noticing with surprise that it seemed to have fallen apart since he past it that morning. They crept up behind a pile of rubble and watched from a distance as Seith was sealed away forever.

"They're trapping that poor god!" whispered Petal, "Is there anything we can do?"

"Eh, there's too many of them," Roe replied before adding hastily "I bet he must have done something really bad for them to do that to him, like Olek when he tried to attack everyone,"

"It's still mean..." Petal mumbled in reply and she pouted in thought. Roe sighed and tried to think of a way to cheer her up.

"I know!" he cried out suddenly and taking Petal's hand, they descended back towards the mortal realm.

Five minutes later, the pair floated far above Coelus. A millennia has past since they had last visited but little had changed.

"You're really sure I can have some angels?" Petal asked, her eye wide with joy.

"Yeah," Roe replied, "Now Seith is gone, there won't be anyone to complain, even if you break one. You don't want too many though, just a town or city. Looking after people is hard work." She still looked uncertain so he added, "I'll do the converting for you, just go down there,"

"Okay," the young girl replied happily and floated down towards one of the town's near the city of Quad. Roe watched from above, ready to provide the power.

~​

It begun like any other day in the sleepy town of Grega, it's residents blissfully unaware of the great battle taking place in the observatory far above the mortal domain. Above the central square a shining light descended, the market buyers and sellers alike gathered round in wonder at it's ethereal beauty. From the light emerged a tiny angelic child sitting on a white flower, her hands raised in a gesture of friendship. All who saw this sight fell to their knees instantly, gazing with awe as she spoke.

"Hello little angels, my name is Petal and I'm going to have so much fun playing with you!"

Spoiler: Action

DC 13 Regional Action - 5 AP - Affect (Bless/Curse/Inspire) a huge amount of mortals (5000) for the rest of their lives - Roe converts a large town of Grigori near the Kinderven city of Quad to follow his demigod with +6 Childhood and +6 Chaos - Petal's Angels.