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Fantasy A World Renewed (Sandbox God RP)

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Ghurath the Elder Beast
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Ghurath allowed himself a fanged smile at his family’s warmth, they were a pack after all. Ghurath managed to pluck off a particularly large serrated fang from his belt and offered it to Gurthu, “One of my latest creations, I called it the Preyton” he conjured up the image of a beast with the body of a wildcat, the wings of a Wyvern and the jagged horned helm of a Stag. “It serves as an excellent scavenger”
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said the beast-builder proudly before turning towards Unry, they were new and their scent was confusing.


“Mother tolerates you, so will I” the God of monsters grasped the others hand firmly giving it a tight squeeze, a test of strength by the primal diety. He would then take his seat, and ravenously dig into his food, only speaking through small periods when he wasn’t tearing flesh from bone, “Chiku your meat is good, I will want more next time” which coming from Ghurath was extremely high praise. He then looked towards Vitis herself, “So mother what have I missed in my absence? Zythis looks particularly annoyed” his brother was quite easy to read.​
 

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Runa

Domains: Language, Literature, Runes

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Interact: None

Mention: None


The lone figure continued to wander aimlessly as snow raged on around her in the deep woods. Night had fallen and the blanket of sleet would have covered the sight of those who were not used to venturing within such harsh conditions. However, the figure was not affected by the raging storm at all. Indeed, the figure seemed to glide through the storm in a gentle pace, each step with grace yet without purpose as the snow seemingly avoided her.



It was at this moment that the figure suddenly stopped. The figure stood still for a moment, before turning its head right. There, in between the trees. No, under a tree. Beneath its roots... An opening. A cave. Yes... A humanoid child, cowering, blanketing herself with nothing but layers of crisp, brownish leaves as she tried to sleep. Her skin tone was that of a dark grape, and her hair lustrous black with her ears arched out. She was wearing nothing but a thin, cotton dress. No wonder the little thing was shivering in the cold.



The figure stood silent for a moment, as if pondering what to do. The figure instinctively knew who she was. A witch. A race long forgotten by their goddess, swallowed by the ever-shifting sands of time. And then, the figure’s thought wandered. She pondered at thought of how everyone she left behind at the Eternal Archive was doing? She could return and see them, of course. But... This heart-wrenching feeling... Was it fear? Was it shame? Was it... guilt?



...



Would they forgive her for abandoning them, she wondered? She preached about duty, yet it was her who abandoned it all and chose to wander the mortal realm. Such hypocrite.



When she regained her composure, she noticed that she was already standing before a great tree. Underneath the tree was a burrow, and the shivering girl lay within it. Her life was slipping away, and she could sense her slowly slipping away. The last vestiges of her being returned to Harmony...



...



The girl lay calmy within the den, the figure sat not far from her. The girl’s light snore echoed as a Rune of Fire emanated soft, red light and warmth within the middle of the earthly chamber. The warmth dispelled the coldness within and warded the frigid mists from entering.



‘Ah... L’Oria... I wonder if anyone sings to your name anymore?’ Runa thought to herself as she sat there in perfect stillness, her dark eyes gazed into the rune before her. Her eyes then shifted to the girl sleeping comfortably, still not realizing that someone else had entered her home. But was it really her home, though? The burrow had nothing but leaves and frozen fruits and nuts.



Runa closed her eyes as she drowned herself in her thoughts. Once the girl awakened, she would cease her protection and leave her to her own devices.
 
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Viator​

As Viator looked inwards, attempting to understand his form, the mortals he had wanted to followed had already begun to stream forth from their residence. As he tried, and failed to pull flesh from flame, it is likely he was already seen. His Godly presence already noted. It'd then, be pointless to travel alongside them. His plan was to see what travellers would want, what problems they faced. If they knew they walked with a God, they'd not have the problems he'd help with, for he'd already be there. This experiment has been ruined.

So, with a huff and a puff that shouldn't be possible from a skeleton... He turned, and he began his journey out into the world, alone. Perhaps this was the manner he was meant to travel in the first place? After all, was it not true that Unry had left him naught but a path without company when he was born? Well, technically, it was untrue since he also left a talisman... But that talisman also enhances his loneliness. It grants him peace from the prayers that had paralyzed him so. Not even the whispers of the mortals can reach him.

As the annoyance from the moment died away, he was left to reflect upon what the Goddess had told him. No, not Harmony, but Imea. About if it was proper of him to hide away from the whispers and prayers of those who worshipped. Does he, as a God, owe it to the mortals to hear them out or does he, as a God, have the right to ignore them when necessary? Is he meant to mold himself, or is he meant to be molded by them?

As he grew ever more self reflective, the flames around his skull shifted. As if in reaction to the more intensive questioning, it shifted to more of a blue color, little motes of light floating away from it. Where they touched the ground, the dirt path he wore into existence, they would begin to pool and collect. Once they grew to the size of a small ball, they would simply... Float off. Thus was the first creation of the Drifter made, purely by accident.

Will-o'-Wisps they may eventually be called, or maybe Wandering Lights. Perhaps some would be like their creator, and become the Light that Guides. Perhaps others would lead one to become as lost as he was now. It mattered not to him, for he was focused on more important matters.

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After all, one has to ask... Does creation define creator? In the act of creation, has the creator been bound? If mortals define Gods, does this mean Gods define themselves, for they created the mortals? Perhaps not he, for his birth can be attributed to mortal concepts... But what about others? He is clearly late to the party, but who started this all? Was it mortal or God? Man or divine? What is a God to a mortal, and what is a mortal to a God? Does a God have to answer to mortals? Is he only alive due to worship, or does his existence beget worship?

With an almost frustrated growl, he shook his head, the flames cooling down to their more yellow-ish hue. He just... He doesn't have the information necessary to tackle these questions. He's by all accounts a newborn. So many questions, and the best way to learn... Well, there'd many ways one can learn. He's always been fond of observation, but clearly that won't be enough here. He's only got his own limited perspective, trying to answer questions that very well may be fundamental to existence. He needs to calm down. Take it slow.

With that in mind... He'd change course again, creating a bend in the rough dirt path that seemed to follow his trail. Detour. Take in the sights. Think not of the relationship of creator and creation, instead think on creation. Perhaps, get lost in the wonders of the world, instead of in his own mind. For example, in the distance, he could vaguely tell there was a forest. At least, he presumed the green within the now encroaching white that assailed his vision was, in fact, trees.

Without even thinking of it, he once again created a shortcut, the rough trail his wandering created cut short as he appeared at the edge of the... Yep, these are trees. Forest. A word that came unbidden, but came all the same. He had heard tales of them from those who prayed to his incorporeal form. They usually asked for guidance out of them... Well, what better way to assist those who get lost in them, then by emulating? He shall get lost in these woods. Discover what struggles may lay in them, and once conquered, he'll be one step closer to his goal to find out for himself, what it means to aid travellers.

Goal in mind, and determined, he'd begin his trek into the heart of this forest. His boots crushed the snow underfoot, but even a God's steps were soon swallowed by the almost void like white that accompanied this raging storm. Yet, this did not deter the fledgling God in his journey into the heart of the forest. This was important. There was something to gain here, he just knew it!
 
The Page Turns​

From within the depths of Roma, felt by the gods in the city, anger cries out. Harmony becomes frozen, their expression collapsing into nothing and the emotions in their eyes fading. The color in their being transforms into a dull grey and their body attempts to break apart, withstanding only thanks to their authority of life.

The humans across the world, being part of their creator suffer greatly, their physical forms slowly breaking apart as their great strength vanishes, collapsing on their own weight and shattering upon ground turning to mere dust, only retaining their life essence intact. Harmony's minions melt away tainting the floor beneath them with their essence.

The anger finally silences yet Harmony remains all too close to oblivion, their once grand control lost and their creations lost. All that remains is a husk unwillingly waiting for their end.
 
Vex was starting to get the impression that the goddess was not as she first seened. Strangely enough, he had no problem with that. He only just realised it but he preferred more honest people and Syrinx despite her attempts could not hide her true nature.

He looks up to her when she speaks of the destruction he'd wrought. Vex could not find fault in her words, if the ruined city had any redeeming qualities it would not have birthed him of all things. It was almost poetic, a land of greed and violence being undone by its own actions. He was no poet though. Vex's judgement was well earned but it was not something to be proud of.

A part of him instinctively knew this would be the first of many such acts. No joy, no pride, nothing but doing what had to be done. It was the difference between murder and execution.

All that was irrelevant at the moment. Despite his personal feelings on the matter Syrinx had simply been trying to comfort him and he did appreciate the thought. He opens his mouth to-

And she was off. This goddess was surprisingly excitable. Vex doesn't smile but his expression softens. Their body morphs into that of a regal black wolf as they follow after her.

The pleasant mood doesn't last for long once Vex finds himself looking upon the altar. He didn't need Syrinx to tell him anything about it. Just being here he could feel a presence, traces of divinity and power… and the fear and pain of the "sacrifices". He does not like it, he doesn't like it all. Vex can't find it in himself to blame the people for abandoning the shrine. The thought of sacrificing other for blessing sits ill with him. Such a life, it was pathetic. Sacrificing friends and family for what? Comfort? A little less hardship? Disgusting. It would be better to live and die by ones own merits if that was the price of a God's aid. Even if the end result was the same. Even if all your efforts were in vain. Even if such a path lead to more death then submitting. There was value in it. To just offer up your own people like bloody objects. It was wrong, and the act itself tainted those who partook in it. Vex feels that if he were in their place he would rather bear this goddess' wrath.

They turn away from the shrine. Such thoughts were meaningless. He was not a mortal, he was a god and to hold them to the same standards as as him was ridiculous. Done musing over the collection of rock and ruin they finally pay attention to what had gained Syrinx's attention only to frown in confusion.

A strange amalgamation of crystal and life. It was quite obviously unnatural. It was not the only thing that could be considered such Vex notes as a strange creature runs about only to be devoured. They open their maw to speak-

When Syrnix stiffens and backs into him. Vex frowns and out of some unknown instinct shifts. His body becomes larger, more vicious and ferocious, his eyes glow red. His size grows to the point that Syrinx only comes up to his chest, she likely notices the changes from the fur she was now unintentionally leaning on.

Vex does nothing but an angry growl makes his feelings clear. Whatever this rift was it had worked against one of his and it turned out that wasn't something he liked. A moment passes before they scoff and return to their smaller more manageable size. There was no point in picking a fight with a god over something so petty. His eyes glance to Syrinx, his mind catches up with him and he remembers her words.

"God of schemes… a charming fellow no doubt"

This was probably not fair but Vex was god of vengeance of course he was going to be unreasonable every now and then.

"Are you well Syrnix? It seemed like something happened for a moment there"
 
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Solari Buras​
Buras gave a sigh as Miko told him what the problem was. Of course it was Zexzad, they were the boy's adoptive parent, after all. But why did it have to be Zexzad? Trying to do anything with that god was like trying to convince fish to fly and birds to swim, something the god of change would then giddily make just to spite him. For being a god of change and supposed randomness, Buras felt he could pin down and somewhat accurately predict what his sibling would do. And what's more it concerned one of the newer gods, Vitis, who along with Gurthu had filled in the void left by Vitis'Gurthu. And while he could not be completely certain, he felt like those two were connected to the Stag for sure, he just had no real clue how nor the will to pursue finding it out.

Stroking his beard of orange and gold flames, he looks at young Miko, forming what he was going to say in a way that would hopefully be understandable. "I believe I know the problem, and it is not one that can be so easily fixed. It is about the Cycle, is it not? The one of life, death, and rebirth that all things are bound to, even my Unadyne, as agreed upon with Vitis'Gurthu. This Cycle, it is a rigid, inflexible ring. Things live, things die, nothing can be done about it. Zexzad, being as they are, despises it for those two reasons, rigid and inflexible. And, I'm afraid to say, there's nothing I can do. It is in the very nature of Vitis to uphold the Cycle, while Zexzad's very being despises the regularity of it all. It is nothing so simple as them disagreeing. And the only way I could end their fighting would be to support one or the other, and my support would have to go to Vitis due to the agreement I have made with her predecessor."

Buras sat back in his chair, willing Miko to understand what he had just said. There was, quite simply, nothing he could do that wouldn't escalate things further. There would be another clash of the gods, and there would be more deaths, if even one god began to choose sides.

"I'm sorry, Miko, there is little to nothing I can do other than providing neutral grounds for them to speak on."
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Zythis​
Zythis gave Ghurath a courteous hiss/roar of a challenge at his appearance, acknowledging his position in the family pack and showing his willingness to defend that position. However, one thing did irk him to no end, and that was his brother Tapos' uniform planting of the flowers. Ignoring the other assembled gods, he lapped up what was left of the golden yoke and went over to the freshly planted flower bed, keeping low as if he were trying to sneak up on Tapos, though how one could allow Zythis to sneak up on them in the middle of a familial brunch and not in a heavily wooded area was almost unthinkable.

Upon reaching the flower bed, he observed it for a moment, skulled head and branch like antlers flicking ever so slightly as he studied his prey. And with swift, sure movements, he crushed several of the planted flowers, ripping them out of the ground with his finger like digits and flinging them off to some other part of the great tree. Within mere moments, Tapos' carefully curated garden was in ruins, with dirty craters in several seemingly random places and the beautiful corpses of flowers scattered throughout. "Better" he rumbled/chuffed as he observed his handiwork.
 
1654011943831.png "doe." she repeated the foreign name on her tongue, testing the way it felt as she spoke it. Letting the weight of her new name sit in the air for a moment before she spoke again, "I like it, or I think?" she spoke similar to a question as she stood dazed, a name finally being given to her after all these years. The question was if she should grow into it or find it incorrect from who she was meant to be. She wished she knew the answer to that.

she was knocked out of her daze as a shiver wracked through her body again, clutching her hair tightly around herself for some protection she looked up to the man again, giving him an almost pleading look, or well one that felt like such as he couldn't see her eyes,

"you mentioned somewhere warmer?" she brought up timidly, flushing at the rude interruption of their conversation. Does this man not feel the sheer cold around him? It seemed as he had gotten closer to her the cold had worsened, she of course did not connect this to the fact that there was an actual winter god before her. She also noticed the other creature near her, moving closer to its seemingly cute appearance hoping for some warmth. Reaching out a timid hand she went to pet Bear, not noticing its upset mood.
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Viercus, God of winter, greed, jealousy , execution.

He smiled at the small creature that was before him. She was unsure of herself all the time. It was strange, he lifted an eyebrow at her.

“You really are unsure of yourself aren’t you? Why…..is that?”

He said before noticing her reaching out to try and attempt to pet bear. He grinned from the pressure what would bear do and how would he even react?

It wasn’t too good that was for sure. Bear snarled and even attempt to bite at doe’s hand, he paused a sudden emotion of shock flowing through his body before gasping and immediately withdrawing the two from each other quite easily.

“Are you okay doe? I apologize for bears misbehavior I assume he doesn’t like strangers who try to get close to him….”

Then he lifted an eyebrow before nodding his head.

“Oh yes warmth? You poor thing. Your probably freezing. Hm. Shall we go on a walk then? My lands shouldn’t be too far from the nearest city or town , does that sound fine with you?”

He said before scanning the area to only see white but he was sure he was near something that would be drastically less cold.

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Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

Imea was stirred from her slumber by a deep and boiling hatred encroaching upon her realm. The Goddess had taken some time to collect her thoughts and understandings and to better comprehend her place in the world following her confrontation with the Drifter. He had left her with a lot of questions and feelings she didn't quite understand but having taken a day to meditate on all this and on what had happened Imea understood perfectly well that the emotion she was now sensing from outside her space was that of rage. Exiting her space from where she had entered it, Imea reappeared within the grand temple of Roma to find a sight that shook her to the core, before her was undeniably Harmony but all that remained of the old god now was a husk barely holding itself together by a string. What had happened here? And why could Imea no longer feel Delilah through her blessing? Had someone attacked Roma in her absence? Was Harmony ill or was she now witnessing the end of a god?

Imea knew nothing for certain but she could tell the people of Roma were in disarray and that the leadership had fallen into ruin. Rioting, crime, and public unrest, were sure to soon bear their heads. The situation was dire and it seemed that Roma, had just lost not only its first empress but also its god all in a very short time. Moving to the husk that Harmony now was, Imea looked down upon it and let out a soft sigh "You promised me a city of Prosperity, a city in which children could laugh, smile and play to their heart's content. Do not think for a moment that a gamble with me can be sidestepped so easily. You will give me what I am Owed. What the people are owed. Till then, I shall do my best to keep your city from falling apart, till then you shall be under my protection. Till then, your life is forfeit to me and me alone. I will have what I am owed. You swore an oath on my name, on my divine power. Death shall have to wait until I have collected my dues".

Closing her fist Imea turned toward the outer podium, pausing only momentarily to gather her thoughts before moving toward the marbled stage with an elegant stride and confident aura. Standing before the great podium Imea took in the city below her, the citizens, the walls and the many great wonders. Roma was not built in a day but it most certainly was now at threat of falling that fast. Clearing her throat with a subtle cough Imea reached into her gown and produced a deck of cards, shuffling them as the people slowly began to spot her. Taking the deck into her left hand Imea began to flick card after card into the air, each then shooting off to hover over another area of the city before growing larger in size. Once all the cards had found a position they began to glow and after a momentary bright pink flash, they began to display a live feed of Imea and the podium at which she stood. With everyone now able to both see and hear Imea without any hassle the Goddess began to talk, her voice transmitted through the city much like her image. "People of Roma, I am the Goddess Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. As I am sure you are all aware, Your empress has just passed away and your Goddess Harmony. Your Goddess is in my care. Until such a time as Harmony can return to overseeing this wonderful city, I shall rule in her place. This is a turbulent time, I am sure many of you are feeling anxious, angry, upset and anything in between or extenuating. This is okay. It is a normal reaction!" Pausing Imea looked around the city before continuing "This city was made through the hard work and effort of it's people, of your ancestors and their own. Harmony was but one aspect of it, she entrusted this city to an empress. This is proof she trusts in you all. That she trusts in Roma and what it can become. So please. Do not panic. Do not let yourselves fall to pandemonium. Stand tall, Stand proud, Stand with me and wear out this storm. Like in the past, like in the future to come, Roma will stand united against all odds and continue on victorious! You are Roma! You are Strong! You will get through this test and be all the stronger for it!"

With the people now encouraged and cheering as opposed to aimlessly running around in anxious disarray, Imea could carry out the vital necessities needed to ensure the city did not fall to itself. "I ask you all to return to your days as normal. I ask that the head of the guard and regional heads report to the temple and I ask that you all continue to strive in making aroma a better place! Thank you all for listening! Good day!"

With that Imea bowed to thunderous applause and her cards returned to her hand before she disappeared back into the grand temple from which she came. For now Rome was at least not at war with itself. Though burning anger still remained, although disspating, hidden away somewhere within its depths.​
 
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Zexzad
interaction: Uasal Uasal​
Zexzad noticed the shift in the world rather quickly harmony had faded unfortunately as disappointing as it was but their wasn’t all too much that could be done for now tho knowing certain god and her little hounds would soon fall upon the place for such was the pettiness of certain deities. Luckily Zexzad was already present in Rome.. and well the god noticed something while the actual humans faded some remined.. changeling? Wh? When did that happen? Perhaps it was something Zexzad forgot about or a plan within a plan within a plan oh well no matter for now with a flick of a limb the city began to fade whisking it away into the warp as to not give vitis The satisfaction of destroying the place and pronouncing themselves to have the moral high ground because reasons. Irregardless another deity remained in the city a new goddess perhaps she could be convinced to assist.

And with a flick Zexzad appeared besides Imea within the grand temple. “greeting new one the names Zexzad I’d love to chat more but we have possibly pressing matters to attend to Its very likely a certain deity and their for lack of a better words lackeys, as well they are likely to show up to take out their ire upon the place as they’d done with the civilisation of another lost god, so perhaps we could work together to Mayhaps save as many of these good people as possible hmm yes?” Zexzad asked with a small smile hoping that they could get something done before anything bad actually happened tho it was just a hunch frankly
 
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Vitis, Gurthu, Chiku, Tápos

  • ❧ Solirus Solirus
    While always dancing on the edge of friendly and hostile, at the mention of Dream's End Vitis' gaze sharpened to an icy razor. It was clear that a nerve had been struck, which was exactly what she believed was the meaning behind the words. Innocent or otherwise, the comment was not taken lightly. Her eyes followed to the direction where Unry pointed before resting back onto him. If this was an attempt to throw her off, she would have none of it. She wanted to leave this place at once and begin a search, even if there was a chance Unry was lying. Still, she did not move.

    Never let your enemies see you bleed.

    Vitis' voice was cool as she continued, her goblet resting tightly between her fingers, "An unusual name indeed. It is a poetry that is lost on the sharpest minds, and yet grasped by the dullest of beasts. Of course, I cannot take credit. It was not I who gave him that name. Should you not already know that, dear friend? For a moment there I had believed you had forgotten."
    During the conversation Gurthu had drifted towards the two, assuming his place at Vitis' side. "Speaking of unusual names, what was that one you gave me? Leraje. Yes. That is the one."

    Beside her, Gurthu stared at Unry with the same intensity, as if peering from the same set of eyes.

    "Gurthu thinks it is very strange..."

    "...Why would you use this name"

    "When Unry knows Vitis is Vitis..."

    "Did you forget, or is this an adorable nickname between friends? And here I thought you did not consider us friends?"

    The two of them were still, and spoke in sync, until Vitis broke the spell by placing down her goblet onto the table and folding her hands across her lap. "Aside from your little joke, I have noticed you're missing that dogeared book of yours. You always held it so close.'

    "Unry... would be... dangerous. Want to hurt gods that touched it. Gurthu remembers a little..."

    "Now why in all creation would you give it to Mawlock of all people. You truly have gained an insufferable sense of humour since you awoke. Yes, that is an old name. Mawlock. Do you forget that one as well? I would certainly hope not. Afterall, it was he who broke your mask. And now you give what was once your most cerished possession to that power-mongering harlot. For all our sakes I hope that book is not as important as you made it seem."

    She reached for her goblet and took another long drink.

    ❧ VolcanicAccelerator VolcanicAccelerator
    As Ghurath approached Gurthu with the fang his ears tilted forward and his head curiously to the side. He leaned forward to better gaze at the projected image of the preyton, his attention completely transfixed on it.

    “Gurthu sees the preyton now, wild beasts of bone and wind. Preyton are very beautiful. Ghurath is young, yet creates life as good as Vitis. Gurthu wishes to see more life made by Ghurath in the future!” His tail flicked happily as he was presented with the fang, “Gurthu is thankful! Gurthu will keep this safe!”

    He touched the tip of his skeletal nose to the offered fang and it disappeared. It was unclear where Gurthu kept his ‘gifts’ but when asked he would assure askers that they were safe and that he saw the gifts often. Vitis, who had never actually seen the gifts in Gurthu’s possession was always puzzled by this, but it never bothered her so she simply let him be.

    Chiku beamed at the praise, pleasantly surprised that it had come from Ghurath. She placed her hands on her hips and chuckled proudly, "Well, since you like it so much I’ll just have to make you twice as much next time. I have literal tons left over from that beast. They are seriously huge. I would never know how anything could eat so much until I saw one of your monsters. Honestly they are pretty terrifying, wait I mean in the good way!"

    Vitis placed down her goblet for a moment and motioned widely with her hands, as if to welcome her adopted child to the table, "Ah, my dear, you missed only the same song and dance that fool Zexzad has ever done. There was very little you missed, other than a crude attempt at ‘negotiation’, if you could even call it that. Hmph, coming into my realm and threatening my very domain should I not allow his mortals free reign. I do believe his time with Mawlock and Harmony has rubbed off on tthem. It was not a very tempting offer, I must say, so I sent him on his way."

    She sighed, seeing through a thousand corvid eyes how her minions attempted without luck to break them apart. She saw her barghests leap at it dutifully, only to be pulled into the warp. How revolting. "Of course, Gurthu and I will have to deal with this headache sooner than later. It appears that our sweet fool thinks a little sanctuary is clever enough to evade what is owed to the harvest. It is not the first time, but we the harvest are ever patient."

    ❧❧❧ le harmey

    Quite suddenly Vitis paused in the middle of her conversation, alert at something she could not see. Her fingers tightened around her goblet and her heart jumped with urgent glee. A dark glitter was in her eyes as she set down her goblet gently, quietly, forcing away the wolfish grin that would have spread across her face.

    Even Gurthu was stirred, lifting his head with ears perked and a single hoof raised. He looked over to Vitis, and she to him. Without words there was perfect clarity between the two. The cycle’s zenith had come at long last.

    Vitis stood up from her blooming chair and bowed her head towards Unry, "You must excuse me for a moment, dear friend. I do enjoy our little chats. Please, make yourself at ease within my vineyard. Indulge in its fruits and stroll at your leisure. Perhaps it will do you good after all that rest. I have urgent business to attend to, but I assure you it will not be long."

    She walked to the end of the table before turning to place a hand on chiku's shoulder, "Chiku, darling. I have changed my mind. The festival of cycles will be held afterall, starting this night."

    "Mother? You’re joking… a-are you serious?"

    "I hope a bit of last minute preparations will not be too much trouble?"

    "No way! I’ve had this whole thing planned out for a century or two!"

    Tapos frowned in confusion, "Mother, where are you off to?"

    "Just some unfinished business, dearie. A minor thing of course. You be good while I am gone. Perhaps after you create that memorial you can help with your sister’s preparations." She raised her voice slightly and motioned towards Daif and Asta. She was vague, ensuring that either of them would not know which one she was addressing. "You will be in charge while I am gone. Oh, and do mind the garden. Zythis, you should accompany me. I believe this will interest you greatly. Do not delay now, or you might miss it!"

    Gurthu joined her at the edge of the vineyard, where they both departed in great haste.
 
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Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

With Roma now under her control Imea moved to the inner chamber of the Temple where she awaited those just summoned, if she acted quickly pandemonium could be avoided and the economy given a fighting chance to persist through the uncertainty the people now felt in their hearts. Tough decisions needed to be made and they needed to be made now without any hesitation if Roma was to mend itself naturally. Standing before the husk of Harmony Imea stared down at the being in deep contemplation, running through several decisions and their likely outcomes time and time again while she waited. That was until she was interrupted by another god. Zexzad. Keeping her back to the god Imea shifted her gaze toward him, folding one hand over the other and a hand to her cheek. For a god to appear now of all times was suspicious in and of itself, to appear and claim an imminent threat was about to befall Roma as a result of yet another god, well that was just the icing on the cake. Shifting her gaze back to the husk without a word, Imea thought silently for a few moments before offering the god a response, her tone serious and demanding of respect "Imea, my name is Imea and I have taken charge of this city. Until further notice, I am for all intents and purposes the Queen of Roma and it's people my subjects, its lands my ward."

Turning to face the God Imea dropped her hand to her chest and offered forth a subtle smile beneath her serious guise "You offer your assistance, but the price is the freedom of my land and people. Even now I can feel your attempts to tear it from me, to whisk it to another plane. I know not if you really aim to aid my people or instead destroy them. However, I will...". Death! A sudden and overwhelming presence of death. The feeling washed over Imea like a torrent and before she could even react a symphony of screens and darkness enveloped the region. Turning immediately to the balcony Imea caught a glimpse of the swarm beset upon her city, this was the threat Zexzad had mentioned. This was all the proof she was just about to ask for. "Take it, rip it from this reality! Now Zexzad! Before its too late!".

As Imea issued her decision to the god before her the palace itself began to shake and the roof collapsed above them. A blood-curdling screech followed suit and the combination nearly knocked Imea off-balance, something colossal had just found its way to the palace, something colossal and just as dangerous. Peering up through the crack Imea managed to catch a glimpse of the great beast before it took off, its dark wings were a beautiful black in a most terrifying way. Was this the true power gods had access to? Could she too create a beast of such a calibre? Pushing the thought aside Imea shook a deck of cards to her hand and in a swift flick of the wrist, the cards formed a protective barrier around the husk that was harmony. If there was a god responsible for all this, they were most certainly not after Roma alone. And Imea would not be caught off guard as a result of her inexperience for the second time in such a short window.

When Vistis and Gurthu then entered the palace, Imea moved to stand between them and Harmony. Standing silently in observation as the two aired their dirty laundry and grievances for all to hear. Imea knew little about the past but from what she gathered Zexzad and Harmony had made moves to spite the gods before her and as a result this sudden and outright revolting massacre was an act of open revenge. A message even, to all the other gods. Diabolical, petty and crude. But what really made Imea's blood boil was the disrespect of those already laid to waste, to deny them closure and instead turn them on their own. What kind of a monster would do such a thing. But rather than lash out, Imea remained silent, her arms crossed and gaze steeled upon the ginger woman who seemed to lead the opposing forces. Her time to speak would come, bad manners and diabolical acts need not be repeated in kind.

And as surmised Imea's time did indeed soon come, although it seemed the goddess before her saw her as nothing but a child. Speaking down to Imea within her very own chambers was something no god had the right or power to do. With the click of a finger, an ornate stone throne rose up from the ground behind Imea and in front of Harmony. Taking her seat upon it with grace Imea lay one leg atop the other and brought her hands to rest upon the throne itself. With her focus still on the goddess, Imea shifted her gaze momentarily to Gurthu in acknowledgement of his presence before returning it to Vistis who had until just now been running her mouth.

After an awkward silence, Imea began, her voice filling the room with little effort as she did so. "Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas.". Pausing to ensure she had the Goddess's full attention and waiting until the words seemed to have stuck Imea then continued. "My name. It is Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. When one meets another for the first time it is only right and just to offer forth a name. Again let me inform you- my name it is Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. Do you understand? Not child, not new Goddess. Simply, Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas."

Shifting her view to Zexzad, Imea continued "Zexzad, whom you seem to have no issue with degrading before me, offered me his name upon first meeting me and showed respect for this court. You however entered this court, besmirched another name in my presence and then proceeded to ignore my existence entirely until I happened to stand in your way. You also did not offer me your name. You proceeded to talk down to me and call me child, assert that I should disregard another word over your own. And of course, this is all without approaching the vile acts you've committed upon my people and the land in which they live."

Imea spoke calmly, with a clear and certain tone that left little emotion to her words but made them easy to comprehend. However, that would all change very soon. Returning her gaze to Vistis, Imea brought both her feet to the ground and sat upright on her throne "You have caused damage to this city that is beyond repair. Innocent lives have been lost over your inability to see past revenge. Humans? I care not if they are mere chickens in disguise. These...changelings. They have lived, raised families, constructed great feats and formed a community the likes of which will be recorded for centuries to come. They have loved, hated, remorseful, mourned, grown, triumphed and so much more. Yet you have shown them not even a sliver of pitty, of mercy. You show no signs of regret nor of any care at all. To turn the dead of any race into morphed creatures and sick them upon their friends and family. Revolting. The sins of this god behind me are all you seem interested in, let all else crumble in your wake. Pathetic."

With a sudden movement Imea returned to her feet and moved to stand face to face with the goddess before her, her voice echoing through the palace, shaking it to the core "My name is Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. No god will show disrespect within my court. You stand before the God of Queens with two other gods in attendance. Your disrespect has been noted, your grievances heard and your offer acknowledged. You may slay the god known as Harmony but you must stop this senseless slaughter and allow Zexzad to retreat with those remaining. These are the terms."

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Zexzad
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with the approval from Imea, the rest of the city was swiftly whisked away into the depths of the warp and its people the creatures caught in the rift suffered an interesting fate each beast twisted into a simple harmless bird one that would bring its song to the others its purpose to make sure this selfish pettiness, was never forgotten a stain forever upon the goddess whom had overstepped so far as to demand they get everything their way. but a great deal of the city was saved mainly thanks to the blessing of Imea it allowed the process to be much swifter than it otherwise would have been dragging huge sections into the warp and to the safety in zexzads own realm
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"bla bla bla all you do is whine about when you don't get your way vitis moral grandstand as much as you like your no better then harmony nor myself or cath you care little for anything but your own feeling and whims because you believe you have control over everything sad really tho miss Imea does make a lovely point so rude yes hmm not even I brought an army to destroy your little tree nor did I threaten to play death perhaps I should break your toys more directly hmm? oh and your little curse is disappointing really" zexzad shook their head, snapping their fingers any changeling vitis hadn't already grabbed where reverted to normal bog standard changelings the curse would be unable to identify them in any way
"tho imea right your frankly just being as vial as mawlock and in most regards worse hmm ill give you a choice if you really want to kill harmony i shall happily that that crow of yours in exchange PERMANENTLY and nothing else must be made to replace it nor can you continue to force your harvest ritual on mortal if not then ill happy take harmony with me you've pissed off miss Imea hear and i need not remind you as the goddess of queen she has far greater authority of kingdoms then you do for a god of rebirth you are certainly just a petty little death god, moving on from that iv already taken over half of the city and its people while you where whining soo" zexzad grinned already having made sure vitis hadn't gotten what they wanted in full and frankly that was perfectly annoying enough. "anyhow you should speak to imea she is the ruler of this place not me"
 
The Drifter, Viator​

Viator stared blankly into the raging storm around him. He's been walking for... He actually doesn't know how long. He doesn't have much of a reasonable internal clock, after all he spent an unknowable amount of time between existence and non-existence. He was going to try and use the difference of light and not light that he had grown aware of due to prayers, but he straight up can't tell anymore. Between the trees, the snow, and the winds whipping said snow around the trees, he could only see white. Well, not only white. There was bits of brown and green that made themselves known once he got close enough for the wood to block the frost, only to be swallowed up once more as he ventured ever further in.

Now, if he were a mortal, he'd perhaps decide his gut was wrong. Surely nothing that could be found here would be worth this struggle. If he were a different God, he perhaps would call himself lost and simply leave. However, he knows that not all who wander are lost. Moreso, as a God of Travellers, he knows that sometimes the destination is nothing more than a hopeful fancy. In truth, what he perhaps wanted was the journey. Something to keep himself occupied on a lower level, whilst he processed information. That way, if he starts to get too deep into himself, he can focus on where he's going, but until then he could think as he aimlessly meandered these unknown woods.

Perhaps it was exactly that aimless meandering, that found Viator standing at the edge of a frozen lake, his field of vision finally expanding a bit. For example, he could see the clouds above! The wind merely brushed the snow across the ice, instead of smashing it against trees to create constant sprays of powder in his eye sockets. If he focused closely enough, he could witness the whorls of the wind as the snow was carried along. Fascinating, isn't it? To see that the air, which often seems so formless and free, still follows a structure. Is perhaps everything bound by such rules?

Well... Maybe? Air clearly is subject to some form, maybe it even has multiple forms that he's yet unaware of? If that's the case, one must consider... Does this mean it follows rules, or does the fact it has multiple, possibly contradictory patterns mean it doesn't follow rules? If it swoops downwards, and then rises upwards does that somehow invalidate a wind that rises before falling? Could that perhaps be the same gust, viewed from two different angles? After all, a wind heading away looks different to one that's approaching someone on the opposite side. To him, it may look like it rose and then fell, but to someone else, perhaps it fell and then rose. After all, who is to say he saw the beginning of it? Where would wind even begin?

Would it be divine? Is there a God of Wind, that originates every single gust and breeze that one feels? Is it something self sustaining? Was a breeze started at some point, and the force behind it has caused it to constantly spread and flow? If that's so, could a definitive end point also be devised? If a God ceased to be, does what they've created disappear alongside them? For example, the one who scorned him for his desire to be free of the whims of mortals. She had claimed to have sovereignty over gambling. If she were to cease to be, would gambling no longer exist?

Carefully, Viator lowered himself to lounge at the edge of the lake, legs spread out before him as his gloved hands plunged into the bone chilling cold. He'd tilt his head back to look into the sky, completing the look of a man lost in thought. Are Gods merely an avatar of concepts? After all, he presumed himself to represent travellers, roadways, and philosophy. So far, he has wandered down paths both mental and physical. If he were to die, would that, in turn, kill off the desire of mortals to travel? To look inwards and think deeply on matters both trivial and severe? You know what? Perhaps he's not the best example for what he's wondering. His are more abstracts. No, let's return to the example before. Of the one who called him out for his wishes to be not beholden to those who called to him.

Would her death signal the end of Gambling? If so, how? Would the information of it simply be erased from existence? Would it be merely a nonsensical noise to those who heard the word? Would the games be lost? He had wondered if mortal defined divine or divine defined mortal, but perhaps he was walking the wrong road. What if mortals are merely an inconsequential byproduct of the divine? What if, instead, it was concepts that birthed Gods? For example, a God of Sky simply may be birthed because ground now existed, and thus a divide was made. That which was terrestrial, and that which wasn't, thus necessitating a being to oversee it. That being being what he now referred to as a God.

That... Could be possible? He doesn't have much history to go off of, but he'd imagine there was an order in which Gods appeared based off that thought. After all, if concepts birth Gods, the first God to be birthed would have to represent the paradoxical non-existence. From there, if a God could arguably be called alive, then a being of life must have been brought about. With life, should come death. After all, what begins must end. Perhaps this would birth a God of this cycle of dying and living. With this, existence may begin to expand.

Though that theory has a hole, clearly. Where do elements come into play? If they didn't already exist, how could something like earth or air or fire come to be? After all, if a God is created to govern it, how could it have been created to thus need to create a God to govern it? Something would've had to create a place for life to exist... Maybe a God of Existence was born in contrast to the God of Non-Existence, leading to the creation of elements and other concepts, with each creation weakening the power of the former God. Somewhat like said God was splitting themself into smaller and smaller pieces until such time as life could flourish. Once life could survive on a plane, other concepts would be born. Things like hunting, civilization, gaming, taxes, travelling! Though...

Does that make the older Gods something akin to parents for newer Gods? Since it was their creations that birthed the concepts that led to the creation of them, one could argue perhaps a parental role, or barring that, a role above that as the parent of the parent of the concepts that made them? What... Is a God, to another God? The one who called themself Harmony had threatened him vaguely for asking... But are the Gods equals? After all, some concepts are clearly more primordial than others. A God of Fire would clearly be more important than a God of Taxes after all. Taxes are collected for the purpose of funding a government in a civilization. Fire is a part of world itself, necessary for warding off the dreaded cold that saps away life.

Speaking of life sapping cold, Viator almost shook as a particularly lively gust washed over him. Perhaps he should... Get some form of shelter if he was going to sit out here? Though that raises a question... Does he need to? Can the cold actually harm him? Is this merely a sensation that he finds distasteful to unnecessarily deal with, or is it an actual need for warmth? After all, this form is merely what he's choosing to appear as. He has existed without form before, albeit unable to interact with the world... Is that what he really is? Is this form merely a representation of how he saw himself, or is the helpless observer truly what he is?

Slowly, he got up to his knees, and leaned over to stare into the ice. His own rictus grin of death stared back up at him from the icy reflection before him. Idly, he placed a hand on the ice, his reflection's hand doing the same. "Perhaps what I see... Is me?" It sounded extremely stupid. However, what if he's right? After all, he started as a formless nothing. What is to say that this reflection is, not in a way, a truer form of himself? After all, he can't see himself normally. Sure, he could see his arms and hands, his legs and feet. He could even see his torso on the front side... But he can't see his face. What right does he have to claim his physical form is his truest self? After all, it's merely a form he chose to create as a way to identify himself. He started as a formless nothing with thoughts. Perhaps that is what he was meant to be? Though that sells philosophy well, he's not quite sure how that works with roads and travellers. After all, one must have a body to build a road, and to travel one must have some method of moving. Thus, would this corporeal form hold more weight as being him? It, after all, adds the other two out of three checks to his domains.

As he sat there pondering over this ceaseless query, thinking so many thoughts that left him weak and weary, a sudden noise had plagued the air around him. Momentarily, the sky had been shuttered from view as a mass of black wings and cawing maws passed overhead. If he had a mind to look, he'd have noted one that seemed to swallow the sky on its own, with its gigantic size in comparison to his limited view in the clearing. Instead, he was transfixed by the view in the ice. As the birds swallowed the sky, it mingled with the dark shades of his attire. He was literally a floating, flaming skull. Perhaps that is what he was? The body is merely a choice, but what did this choice signify? The fire, he understood. After all, it was the guiding light. Much as he was meant to guide mortals to safety, so too does fire. It illuminates the dark, and thus ensures the safety of the traveller. The skull though... Perhaps it's more poetic than anything else. After all, as he understands it from the prayers that reached him before... All things die. He had even been asked to smite some entity or two over the years, to make the roads safer. He never did, stuck as he was, but he knew it was possible. Perhaps he had chosen a skull, as a representation of death, which always travels next to the mortals?

Though... Is it true that all things die? To circle back... Can a God die? Can a God be made to feel pain? He'd imagine yes. He did, after all, feel the stinging cold that clung to his bones. However, just as he imagined that, he could also simply strip his bones of feeling. Make them impervious to the cold's advance. Thus, could a God only feel pain if they allowed it? Would it then, perhaps, be the same with death? Can a God only die on their own terms? If so, do they truly die, or do they return to being the formless entity they once were... Presuming their beginnings were much like his. He'd imagine so. That one had aided him before. What was their name?

Lightly, he'd tap on the miniature star he was given, thinking. What name had that God uttered, to refer to him? Uruguay? Urgent? Unusual? Unrest? Eurich? Eunich? Hmm... No, that doesn't quite sit right. It feels like hes gotten further away. Drfinitely a sense of a U sound, since that is what originally came to mind. Hmm, well the N also seemed right as well. He latched pretty quickly to an N sound too. However, none of the endings seemed correct. Perhaps he should try some other names to see if any ending sounds click. Gregory... Barry... Luke? No, that just seemed right off. Henry? Timothy? Theodore? Actually... The Y seemed right at the end. What do these names have in common, besides feeling rather milquetoast names for a God? Think Viator, think! Aha! Brainblast! A majority of the Y sounding names had an R before it. Except Timothy... Maybe... "Unhy." Know what? That just sounds dumb. So definitely not H so... Right, right. "Unry." That was the name that had vexed him. The one which eluded his attempts to recall. Fickle, is the memory of those overwhelmed with the newness of the world. So focused on the nature of God's and creations, their duties and purpose. It left little time to consider what he had learned. Philosophy isn't just about questions after all.

It's about reflection, too. Much like how he's using his actual reflection to confirm for himself what he looks like. He needs to reflect on the information gathered, and process it. To ask questions is only half of philosophy. Sure, it's a pretty good half. Personally, it's his favorite half... But it remains only half. He needs to... Reflect on... Why the fuck do the crows not stop? It's been long enough, they should be gone already but nooooo. It's nothing but an endless stream of crows, flowing freely through the sky. All in one direction too... As if... By an act of a God... Huh.

Once more standing up, Viator would stretch. Gloved hands reaching for the air, before reaching into the snow. Carefully, he'd shake off his boots, before bending his knees. Something is clearly happening. He can tell. Maybe not what is happening, but clearly there's something going. Maybe there's a Crow God? If so, he's gonna speak to them about the incessant noise he can hear! It makes it hard for him to think, for me sake! So, Viator does for the first time, something different. There is no shortcut made, no. He puts foot in front of the other. Again. Again. Again. He runs in the direction that the crows had went, snow flying as he rushed through the forest. Entire trees bowled over for he shall not be stopped by mere things as obstacles! The Drifter roams where he fucking pleases. He burst free from the forest, and reunites himself with the dirt path he wore into the ground.

It is from here, that Viator creates a shortcut, following the path he can see the crows take. When he finally exits, and reality snaps back into place behind him as the bending of space is reversed, he sees... Pandemonium. There is no other words to state what Roma looks like to him. To think, this was the same place he visited not so long ago was... Well, it was baffling to say the least. From where he was, he could hear so many screams. Beastial and mortal alike. Crows would break from the circling mass and come down, albeit, maybe he was just seeing things. Those were way too big to be crows... Surely? There's no way that some are the size of his head, and others are the size of him in general. That's fucking insane. Yet, perhaps he simply was insane. After all, he could see man sized beings descending from the sky upon, presumably, the people. Well, is that happening everywhere? Perhaps he should look to the west... That was a mistake.

Why was it a mistake? Glad you asked, me. For you see, it's... It's... Impossible to describe, but he shall try. Even as the city was assailed by the corvids, the city was under assault of something else as well, surely. For entire sections of the city were disappearing. Which would be reasonable, if a God was assailing the city except... The creatures disappeared too. Entire buildings drawn into some space beyond reality, cracks left behind pulsing with an unearthly purple glow. Birds drawn into the yawning maw of a space beyond this world. If he positioned himself juuuust right he'd see... Well... That's... The absolute fuck is that?

Beyond the veil of what he saw as reality, was an ever changing space. Hues of purple sat as a backdrop, entities that he'd hesitantly call alive swarming around the wounds in our world, playing observer to the carnage unfolding in the city. For a second, he swore he saw one of the buildings, before it changed view to a... Erm... It looks like a painting? He can't even begin to explain of what that painting is. Maybe a landscape? To him, it just looks like a black backdrop with endless... Endless feline eyes. As if that void was merely filled with cats... That'd... That'd be ridiculous, yeah? Yeah... Yeah. Maybe he's just losing it. Just ignore the ever expanding wound in reality that seemed bent on swallowing half the city. No matter how tempting it is to gaze into what must certainly be the home of some mad God beyond comprehension, just don't. It's not worth the sanity.

Which is why he's only walking into the city to see what the crows are doing. He is not trudging into this forsaken place to get a closer view of the purple scented world eating holes that wished to claim the city. He wanted to see for himself, why the screams never seem to stop. What he saw was... Well, to call this the Roma he knew would be a bold face lie. For one, he never really knew Roma, but two... There were certainly not this many plants, nor bones. The constant scattering of petals of so many flowers littered the ground. As if the people were merely becoming a garden. What... is this? Why is this? How could this happen?

Is this what it means to be a God? No creation he has seen, has been as elaborate or horrifying as the destruction being wrought before his eyes. Where is the one claiming themself to be Harmony, and how has their city fallen into such chaos?
 
Unry​

The God of monsters returned the handshake gripping it with crushing force, it appeared that God valued strength, simple and straightforward. Unry followed through by matching the Gods grip before letting go as the other did, returning his attention to all in the vicinity.

The sudden pause and reaction from those around him made it clear that the name was of importance, even seeming taboo to a certain extent. Unry had found a weakness in their adversary, he hadn’t thought much of it, genuinely commenting on the peculiarity of the name, but now he knew it was more than that, perhaps he’d figure out why sooner or later.

“Leraje is merely a title if you will in a similar fashion to: Father of Storms or The Eternal Watcher. Albeit odd since it is but a single word, but simplicity is its own gift.” Unry spoke, presenting simply a partial truth.

At the mention of the book Unry would’ve rolled his eyes if he had any and instead his aura created said movement, “Frankly speaking, I can not recall why I supposedly held such importance for that book. As such I have no desire to claim it back even if Harmony had taken it, so don’t mistake the situation for a humorous joke.”

Unry quietly watched, seeing as Vitis’s expression shifted, a sense of opportunity written on her face if ever so slightly and in a matter of seconds both Vitis and Gurthu left in haste. Yet what was most unusual was the one who’d held the name Chiku, approached him even if Tapos thought against it. It was a simple question, “I am doing well and to answer your question, I must ask you a question in return, why are the selections so limited, what makes the colors you selected superior to the colors you neglected?”

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Zythis​
Zythis was more than ready for whatever it was the fragile historian that was his younger brother could throw at him. In fact, he awaited it almost eagerly, book keeping was such a terribly civilized thing to do, and he was more than welcoming of an excuse to fight it. He was, however, slightly disappointed at having been called away, his tail twitching slightly in annoyance at the prospect of a fight seemingly dwindled away. He should have known, Mother did not like it when her children fought in any way, neither did Gurthu. And so almost regretfully, he turned away from his carnage and leapt off of the Great Tree, vanishing into the canopy below as he traveled through his domain.

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He appeared at the edge of the clearing that marked the beginning of the city. It was all the closer he could get, this tumor hurt to even be near, let alone within. Why had Vitis told him he might like what was to happen? If this was some cruel joke then he very much wouldn't like it, quite the opposite actually. He'd absolutely despise it, the betrayal of his Mother as much as the expansion of civilization, especially by those damnable humans that had thwarted him. Yes other cities had thwarted him, but they did not have the audacity to continue as if nothing had happened.

As he stewed in his memories, he felt it. No, he saw it, an almost imperceptible crack across the invisible barrier called civilization. Hesitantly, he pushed one clawed limb against it. It hurt, oh how it hurt! Like a mortal pressing against red hot iron, his claws sizzled at it's touch. But he could feel it, as slight and imperceptible as the initial crack, there was some give. Snatching back his paw and clutching it to his chest, he looked at the crack this way and that, studying it for any further signs of weakness. After a short while, he saw it, the flaw that would send it all crumbling down. Rearing back like a great bear, sinuous body arching over itself to keep himself balanced, Zythis reared up and struck at the weakened spot. The barrier did not break, but a building fell while another one vanished entirely. Again he struck the barrier, and yet more buildings crumbled and disappeared. With each savage blow against the barrier, the crack grew wider and wider, with yet more cracks fracturing and forming from the first, growing in tandem.

His being sore and scalded, he heaved himself up once more, extending himself as far as he could, and brought all the force he could muster on the now clear point of weakness. And the protective dome of civilization shattered. With a howl that froze marrow, he sang his triumph over this once great city, and ran inside.
 
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Viercus
God of winter, greed, jealousy, and execution.

As this chaotic event occurring in the wonderful city of Roma. Yet another god, or a newly born god in this case would join the heated conversation between the goddess of seasons and the goddess of queens. The city of roma was soon to fall though he hoped that he could somehow put the argument to an end.

He made an eye catching entrance, his mortal appearance turning into his true from. The white head tainted with a black subsistence making a shape of an eye. He coughed loudly to gain the others attention that he couldn’t get.

“Pardon my rude entrance lady Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas. I ask for your forgiveness against my crude entrance, lady Cárta.”

He said bowing to the goddess as she stood on her own throne, he knew that it was impolite to intrude into someone’s conversation without excusing your self. Especially a goddess who demands the respect from others gods and goddesses around her.

“You and the others do not know me….yet….but I am recently awaken god, I am the god of greed, jealousy….winter……and lastly I am the god of execution…..if you ask for me to reveal my name then I shall do so. Thank you lady Cárta…”

He awaited for a response, glimpsing around to look at the other gods, all different from each other but having one similarity. They were all higher beings than a lowly human. But besides the obvious fact, it was appealing to Viercus how Cárta still deeply cared about the humans who built the city from the ground up, taking multiple generations that felt only like days for gods and goddesses. She was different then some gods who didn’t like the idea of mortals period. Though his current feelings towards the human race remained only as curiosity, and that he felt bad for the humans having to deal with their life’s work and their own city being destroyed.

Then he looked at another goddess looking exceptionally like a forest of sorts, perhaps she could be a goddess of seasons similar to him, though her attitude towards lady Cárta was definitely not friendly and they were both in a heated argument that can lead down a road of trouble, she wasn’t showing respect to the other goddess. Though this was only a theory of his as he then faced back to the goddess that was before him, she wore a lot of pink and other colors that matched her unique hair. Though calling her childish would be an insult, she was goddess a higher deity and being that posses overwhelming amounts of strength and other assets, though gods could have stronger strengths that tie into their domains, other gods could be stronger, smarter or even faster than others, and not to mention their own significant strengths belong to their domains and significant abilities and their own unique set of skills. So it was within Cártas right to demand respect from the other goddess.

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Sinidarr clicked his beak in quiet disgust.
The words of Dream’s End were twisted without his knowledge. Echoes of Odele’s malice lingered in every breath. It would take great effort to cut Dream’s End from this web, harder still without striking down the spider.

“Dream’s End, you must realise you are far more than the child of Vitis Gurthu. You have the capacity to be much more.” Sinidarr paused for a moment, glancing to Agapi. He knew he would not convince Dream’s End of his own significance with words alone. Something else would need to be done. Sinidarr’s mind fell back to his days with Agapi, sitting together in one of the many flower gardens planted across Talo, feeling lonely but never alone. His mind wandered to another of Talo’s beauties, one he helped preserve through the years for this very day.

He looked to Agapi again, “I think he’s ready… should we show him the Birds?”
With an agreement made between them, Sinidarr returned his gaze to Dream’s End.
“Dream’s End, with your permission, I would like to show you something. And… if you would like, you may sit atop my back as we travel.”
Sinidarr turned his cold gaze to Odele.

“I will take good care of your partner. If you wait in your home we will return in a short time. As equals in power and experience, Agapi and I are the only ones who can understand the mind of a fellow god. We both have felt his pain and share in his loss to this day. You may have a portion of our power, but with a fraction of the power comes a fraction of the understanding it takes to wield it.”
Sinidarr thought for a moment and decided to leave it there, restraining himself from saying any more that may spoil his argument. Instead, he turned his head back to Dream’s End.

“Any being that tells you what to do is not one you should ally with. Your decisions are yours and yours alone.”
Sinidarr bowed his head in respect, and lowered himself to the ground, extending a wing. A sudden surge of information almost shook Sinidarr’s stoic expression. This flash was far stronger than those before it, a strength he had not felt since the Battle of Horizon Rock. Sinidarr’s mind flooded with images of predators made of tooth and bone, of a city carved in twine, of a gathering of divine energy so potent it could only spell calamity for all involved.
Indeed, through the clouds, he spotted fires burning and could hear the distant screams. A deep part of him dreaded what was to come, yet another part knew it was all but inevitable. To those around, Sinidarr’s beak parted less than a millimetre, and no sound was heard as the wind swept up the words he spoke and delivered them to Agapi’s ears alone.
”Ashes fall on the streets of Roma. Whatever you do, do not answer the call.”

...

The sky above Roma darkened, black clouds of war circling around the city’s centre. Lightning crashed and exploded above, barely contained within the cloud cover. The guttural rolls of thunder echoed through the land, and a perceptive ear could make out something in the thunder. A name. “D a l g h a r a .”
The clouds exploded open as a great beast dove from the heavens down into the city proper. A titan of purple and black. Filled with hatred and the vengeful will found within the gods themselves. Sinidarr’s own wrath compressed into a single horror. Dalghara.

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Vitis & Gurthu
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Vitis’ eyes flicked to the barrier surrounding Harmony, anger crossing over her red irises. “Your land and people? How strange. Taking to a vacant throne like a hermit crab to a shell is hardly a coronation ceremony. Although, if occupying a place makes one queen… would that then mean I have an equal claim to rule this wretched land?”

Vitis' dark musings were almost completely balanced out by Gurthu, who trotted up lightly towards Cárta as if she were already an acquaintance. He hummed something off-key, like dry leaves in the wind. “Gurthu is very sorry, Gurthu forgets not all ears hear like his. Gurthu and Vitis were introduced to the city, but Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas must not have heard in this stone den. It is good to meet you, Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas! Gurthu is Gurthu, and Vitis is Vitis.”

“Charmed, I'm sure.” Vitis added begrudgingly, already sick of this new goddess.

She did find it unnerving how cheerfully Gurthu addressed their newest threat to their domain. He never really saw them as a threat though, not even in the end. She was sure that if Harmony was sentient, he would greet her just as warmly before they ended her existence.

Putting this thought aside, Vitis glared at the regent child, her posture tense and her hands tipped in long black talons. It was clear that speaking things out politely was the very polar opposite of what she desired. Still, she forced a thin smile, and made her voice sweet. Like pouring thick honey over razor blades. She lowered her hands to her sides and straightened her back, brushing away the talons like dirt between her nails. Each muscle in her body was just as tense, and her eyes were hard and lightless, but at least there was a guise of civility.

“Why of course I would call you child, for you are but a babe to we, the old ones. Forgive me, I am prone to doting over the young. Think of it as a form of endearment, if you would.” She continued, “As for Zexzad, well, even a child would know better than to trust a word it says. Moreso, as your elder, I do feel it is my duty to offer some guidance, and most importantly, patience for your tragically misinformed knowledge of the world…”

When Cárta stood up from her throne, part of Vitis hoped it was to attack. Unfortunately it was only to raise her voice as if doing so would spark some authority to a deity of wilderness. If Gurthu could feel pain he would have surely pinned his ears back to shelter them. Instead he simply tilted his head and looked between Cárta and Vitis with his hollow sockets. “Gurthu and Vitis are not here for revenge? Not-humans are being returned to the cycle, reunited with lost souls ripped from the cycle. Not-humans will be in peace now, one with rebirth. It is a happy thing. Gurthu can hear them smiling."

"You really do believe this to be merely revenge, something of spite. I suppose you could say it’s a part of it, if not an oversimplification used to hide the truth. Tell me, what is the difference between revenge and justice? Alas, I don’t imagine you care for such things, nor can you grasp the agonizing ages I waited for this very moment... or the horrors that came before." Vitis gazed toward the lifeless Harmony and to the empty space where Zexzad had been mere seconds ago. The coward had slunk away, even as arrangements were being made.

With the arrival of a new god, her hand was forced. Should she delay any longer it would risk the infection spreading to new hosts. Vitis sighed, her brow twitching slightly from frustration. It would seem she would have to play along to this child’s little game. Already her kill had been delayed and she was beginning to fantasize about ripping this queen's head off for good measure. "We have an agreement."

Reality split itself open and furled inward, enveloping part of the ruined city of Roma. The Warp. Bright and unnatural shapes spilled out, then in, then not at all, leaving behind a gaping wound that had once been half of the glorious city. All that remained was cracked earth. The skull beasts and masked children stopped abruptly in their hunts, standing completely still. Heads twitched and crows cawed, settling on the overgrown palisades of the grand temple. Many of the changeling-humans had fled within, and as the broken doors would tell, so had the hunters pursued with equal eagerness. Yet within the temple’s walls the grim muck of gore had vanished entirely. Not even a single misplaced bone was left, save for the plants that had reclaimed them. The ravens shrieked in disappointment, their meals having vanished before they had their fill.

Vitis felt it all disappear, the cycle ripped open and pilfered. The loss was tremendous, enough to make her grimace and shake with rage and pain. Gurthu simply looked on curiously, staring through a wall to where the threads of life essence disappeared forever.

"Zexzad is gone." He said in disappointment. "Many are gone."

"Yes." Vitis hissed between clenched teeth "One last act of thievery. The last there shall ever be."

Besides the occasional croak of a raven, the city had grown eerily quiet without the screams and howls of those who chased them. The wind rustled between the crimson leaves of newly born trees and stirred up a rain of petals across the now empty streets. Somewhere, a fire crackled. It was as if the desolation was waiting for some unknown signal. In the silence the winds began to pick up.

Vitis narrowed her eyes at Carta. "Now, step aside and stay back from that thing called Harmony. It is nothing but poison. It would have spread to you too, perhaps it already has. No matter. It is our… it is my purpose to finally put an end to it. Do not stand in my way again."

With Gurthu at her side, Vitis stalked past the two newborn gods. She towered over Harmony, her downcast eyes full of disgust, "A pity you couldn't see your kingdom of lies crumble, Mawlock. It would even have been a small pleasure to see you bleed, watch that jealous power slip through your fingers. I never did ask you about your ambrosia, thouogh I suppose it doesn't matter, I already know its secret."

Blackness enveloped Vitis' arms from fingertip to shoulders. Light scales appeared on her forearms and the skin of her joints were frilled up as if merged with feathers. Her fingers became long twisted talons that plunged into the chest of Harmony and pulled out a throbbing core of inky substance. As the husk of Harmony slowly flaked away like ash, Vitis stared down at the telltale heart.

"O firstborn kin, one is found at last…" She said.

"Still thy heart, and spring forth the zenith of all things..." Echoed Gurthu.

"Return to this one, as this one returns to thee… renewed in the cycle." Vitis finished the words before pressing the blackened heart into her mouth and swallowing it.

And then Life was no more.

Gurthu caught Vitis with a horn as she nearly collapsed in a choking fit, coughing up black tar. She wiped her mouth with the back of her arm as she slid to the ground, trying not to retch. Her eyes were misty and unfocused, her breathing still broken by coughs.

"It's over…its finally over" She breathed, looking weakly through a broken palace window. "Are… those storm clouds?"

"Rain and wind. Smells of lightning and rage." Said Gurthu, looking out at the gathering storm.

Vitis smiled vaguely, smears of the inky substance still on her lips. Somewhere within the howling wind she could hear a great beast shattering the remnants of Harmony's protection. She breathed in relief. "So Sinidarr has come at last. I sense my child here as well. Good. Let this cursed place be ripped apart and overgrown. Let no memory remain."
 
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    A soft wave enveloped Syrinx’s back as she stepped backwards, bristling against her bare shoulders and silken dress. She looked up to see that the great wolf had appeared once more, staring down the rift. The rumbles of his growls were powerful enough that Syrinx could feel it rattling in his chest. She never thought that such a sound would bring her comfort, yet in this contract of friendship it was her greatest sense of security.

    Syrinx blinked away the image of her demise and smoothed out her dress to calm herself. She glanced sideways at Vex, pondering her response. Should she tell him that she just saw her possible death at the literal hand of Zexzad? It would expose just how weak she was in comparison to other gods. On the other hand, a bit of trust would go a long way.

    “I-I am fine, merely taken by surprise. I just witnessed a vision, and not a pleasant one. Should I have extended my power to strike at this rift… it would have dragged me into that realm of horrors. Pray you never wind up there yourself.”

    Somewhere in the middle. Not flat out saying she would die in a single strike from a god, but enough to get the message of mortal danger. It was the truth, after all. Just perhaps not all sides of it. Sometimes she wondered if she could ever give a straight answer.

    She was content with her response, and was ready to move both themselves and the conversation far far away from this rift when she saw something else. The magic sputtered out, caving in on itself before disappearing altogether. Even the lingering essence of Zexzad had faded.

    Curious, Syrinx stepped towards it. Such was in her nature. “This cannot be right… he was just here…”

    Against her better logic, Syrinx pressed her hand to a rock jutting from the now inert rift. Then her eyes saw it. Her head turned towards the direction of that shining mortal city of Roma, her jaw agape. Her third eye flared gold upon her forehead. “Was the vision true? Ashes over the city? No, those were not ashes. They were black feathers. So many, falling over the city like snow. I can see it clearly now. There are so many screams, and these creatures... mother, had you planned for all this since the beginning?”

    Out of habit, she had muttered to herself. She forgotten that she was not alone.
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Unry​

It was a sight to behold, witnessing as his simple question blossomed the ingenuity and passion with Chiku granting her a new perspective. Albeit interesting, his original plan was to start some idle chatter to waste time. To a certain extent it was endearing watching Chiku's thoughts spoken so openly and out loud as well as grabbing Unry's hand and watching flop up and down as it felt almost weightless. Yet just as quickly as her rambling began, she left to fulfill her duty.

Now he was left rather alone with Tapos nearby, the boy watched him with disapproving eyes with a hint of stress. It was almost written all over his face, so much so that he wanted to point it out yet chose against it. Tapos finally broke the silence with a remark of distrust. In retaliation Unry responded, "No one should force you to trust me." Unry's attention descended to the tree, pulsating with a flood of souls almost struggling to pour in. He had a potential idea as to who was responsible for this but perhaps it would be better to ask them personally when he had the time, to learn more about their character.

Tapos once more scowled at him, judging him for an inconvenience he did not cause. Though the words that came out seemed unrelated but important nonetheless. Unry didn't respond immediately as his gaze shifted to Tapos and his right arm extended to the table grabbing a scone. "I am not a god of knowledge, I am The God of Knowledge, which is quite the difference, but speaking of differences, everyone and everything can change to a certain extent, to be different if you will." Unry slowly brought the scone in front of him where Tapos could not miss it. "I'm sure you're aware, very aware in fact of this. Even Gods can change whether slightly..." in a single move Unry ripped the scone into two perfectly split pieces, "or drastically." A half of the scone slowly melted slipping through the cracks of his armor and disappearing from sight.

"Would you like the other half, I know you don't trust me, but I'm sure you trust Chiku's culinary skills." Unry's aura gave off a faint light it's shape reminiscent of a smirk.

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Cárta Imeartha Cearrbhachas, Goddess of Gambling, Games, Goodwill and Queens

When everything was said and done, her country in ruins and half her people whisked away to an unknown plane of existence, Imea simply vanished from sight. Within a small pink bubble in some faraway realm, Imea reappeared in a void, curled up and sitting down in deep contemplation. What a first few days as a god. She had done her best, she had saved at least half a population from ruin right, and even more from being torn to shreds by those they loved in a twisted form. Harmony was dead, the city was in utter ruin but at least the people, some of the people had managed to survive. Though that being said who was to know if this new realm they were whisked to was any better than death? Zexad was no friend of Imea's or of Roma by the sounds of things. So then, had she cursed them to suffer? Surely not right? It couldnt be.

Twisting and turning in her bumble Imea continued to think on the subject. Gurthu and Vitis, what terrifying gods. Their reasoning and thoughts left Imea completely dumbfounded. So extreme, so twisted, so dark. So there were gods like that too, gods who desired carnage and death... how strange. Was the traveller god she met before like that too? They had disagreed on some topics too but... he seemed at least agreeable in a sense one could sit and talk things through with him. Was being a god actually far more political than one would think? How many gods were there? Did gods often murder other gods? Was petty revenge always such a hot topic for the gods?

Then there were those monsters and the giant bird. Those two gods had created them, did that mean Imea too could create life? could she create a race of her own? How did that even work? What were the drawbacks, and the limitations?

The more Imea thought about all these things the more inside her own head she got and eventually she was down a rabbit hole the like of which she would need quite some time to recover from. And so the lone goddess remains, sat in a bubble in a realm yet to take shape.​
 
Doe and Virecus had continued to chat along their way to someplace warm, the snow slowly thinning as they walked, the only issue was although they walked away from the cold powder Doe found herself still shivering in cold as if the very essence of cold was close by her and even the sun couldn't manage to pierce it. As they grew closer to a settlement however, it was as if Virecus had gotten distracted by something.

within a blink of her eye it was if he had disappeared, as if he had suddenly forgotten about her in a moment of distraction. Doe's eyes widened at the sudden flush of heat that returned to her body now that she no longer stood next to him, the heat almost unbearable as her mind swam for a moment. Despite the disorientation from the sudden events she managed to grasp her mind quick enough to begin to yell out his name as she began to run around in search for him.

eventually she came across some form of people in an area she didn't recognize, sadly though she didn't know any of them. The only thing was that she could feel the familiar chill of Virecus, the only issue was she couldn't see him. Swallowing back her fear she shakily watched from afar hoping to catch sight of her friend who had to be close by.
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Daif was practically seething at Unry's lack of response as the 'adults' continued to speak in front of him. Asta on the other hand continued to eat and talk to Daif who was not listing to a single word that the other was saying. Of course Daif's anger quickly turned into a look of surprise as Vitis and Gurthu left in such a hurry, sitting there still for a moment as he watched them leave.

Daif stayed like for a little before he suddenly stood up, turning without saying anything to anyone and beginning to leave. Asta quickly began to shove food into his hands to take with him as he followed the other, "hey Daif, buddy, where you going we just got here?" Asta whined as he followed. Asta ignored him, his fists balling up at his side in annoyance as the two of them quickly fled from brunch.

"come on Daif don't be like this," Asta whined again, but to no avail, "Daiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiif~" Asta soon blew out a breath before grabbing Asta's shoulder, "Daif come on let's just stay a little lon-" before Asta could finish Daif shoved him off him, hard. This caused the food Asta had taken with him to go tumbling down to the ground. "Hey dude thats not cool!" Asta hissed before his face fell a little at Daif's expression. Shaking with a face full of rage, tears of frustration glistening in his eyes as glared at the other.

"Daif..." Asta started before a punch connected with his unexpecting face, "SHUT UP! Don't pity me!" he hissed out in a voice thick with anger. "Hey don't go punching me when I'm worried about you!" Asta yelled, instinctively sending another punch at Daif that sent the other stumbling back, "whoops... wait Daif I didn't mean-" of course his words didn't stop the other as the two began to violently lash out at each other Asta trying to avoid a fight but eventually gave in as he knew not fighting back would only make it worse.
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TW|abusive relationship
End flinched at the name spoken from Sinidarr's mouth, the simple sound of that name still sent pain through every ounce of his body, however the other words that followed seemed to conflict End in a way. They missed them, they missed them all so much. He missed Vitis, he missed the old days. They wanted them back so bad, even just a taste of them that they found himself almost about to agree before the voice of Odele caused him to seize up and their voice to dry up in their throat.

"how dare you think you understand a single thing. You heard them they want nothing to do with you so get out of our faces n o w." she hissed out, grabbing End's hand roughly, "come on, we are leaving." she spoke to him as if he were a child in need of scolding. The force of her pull caused end to stumble as a few words stumbled from his mouth, "but-" "no buts, we are going home where you are safe from these vial, wretched people."

as the distance between End and his family grew a feeling of desperation gripped him tightly. What if they disappeared too if they didn't go with them, what if this was their last chance ever to see them again. End felt fear gripping his body painfully, as if he could no longer intake air despite their body already doing so. His mind was screaming at them and they couldn't think and before they knew it their body moved.

they tore his hand out of her grip, a look of shock morphing on Odele's face until it turned into a violent glare, "Listen here you little..." she trailed off as she glanced back and Sinidarr and Agapi and letting out a angry noise, "fine if you want to go crawling back to them see if I care. You know where I will be when you come crawling back." she spoke dully to him before turning and leaving.

End stood for a moment watching her leave as he let out shaky breaths. His mind was screaming so many different things and he just wanted it all to stop. He wanted to scream, to cry, to just hold Vitis again, to just lay down in front of the fake Vitis and just forget. But isntead he turned to the others with a timid look, staring at their feet as he slowly came back, "s-so you wanted to show me something?"
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