Fantasy Rise of the Demigods [Main]

[Solirus]

The Beginning

Juju jmann Yuri Greythorn ThatWhichShouldBe seasonedcat yutohase DrLucky1 Huntertabbysandshark3
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The Comet illuminated the night, it's crimson beauty painting the land below into a hell before breaking apart. You who could've been awake or asleep could feel in that moment of shattering a feeling within your soul, a ripping sensation, your senses are awakened and sent ballistic for a moment as you a darkness begins to envelop and you feel nothing.

Abruptly waking up and opening your eyes you are unable to see, it's dark. Soon more of your senses return, you feel your back resting upon a smooth floor, your arms stretched out with your hands feeling a rough terrain with the feeling of fine dust between your fingers. A smell invades your nose, the smell of rotting carcasses seeming to have been there for centuries, and yet no matter how much you flinched, you could never seem to throw up. Finally once you had gotten yourself back up you could see a light flickered in front of you, and then another further ahead, soon more and more lights flickered into existence creating a path further ahead. No matter what path you might've decided to take against the lights your movement never seemed to lead you anywhere as the path always seemed to be right next to you, and without option you took that path until you arrived to the last light. turning around you saw the light that made the trail had disappeared and wit the last light remaining it flew up lighting a brighter source of light, a spark lighting a red flame and dimly illuminating the surroundings. You could see around you there were more people, individuals you had never seen in your life, while the surroundings was more akin to a small round temple with pillars holding the ceiling yet beyond said pillars there was only darkness.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Liu Shenlong
The earth is cold. The air is filled with death. Something in his memories finds it familiar, but his waking mind knows only a burst of fear and alarm. He comes up to his feet with a start, scrabbling in the dust as he looks around, his eyes wide. Where was he? What was this? The young man peers into the darkness as he rises, his hand resting on his sword's hilt. He searches the darkness with his eyes and ears for answers, but finds only that strange light. From his back, Liu pulls his glaive, using it as a walking stick as he begins to follow the trail of wisps. Where there was light, there had to be... something, right?

Eventually, he finds himself in front of the strange temple. There were others here, and he eyes them all warily. He didn't know if they were responsible, or if they were like him. At least one of them seemed to be that way, judging from that bewildered gibberish they were spouting. That language... Definitely not Yunclilian. Not even Cancignian, or Atrian. Whoever he was, he was someone from a long way away from the East.

 

[Juju]

"By the great Mountain-Bear! What is that?"​

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"An omen?"
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"A spirit?"​

Pebble ran past the hunting party, following their line of sight in a vain attempt to see what had caused the fuss. A stiff mountain breeze pushed against her face, tugging against her braided locks, as she ran across the dried carpet of nettles. Quicker than the pine martin, she leapt for the lower branches of a tree and climbed up until she was high enough to see it; a streak of red like a cut across the sky.

"A dragon?!" she exclaimed loudly, growing a little too excited at the thought of such a fabled beast crashing into her life.

In her mind swirled visions of flame and teeth and a dead dragon curled beneath her feet. A smile crept on her face, her eyes watering from the harsh wind. This was it, the chance she had been waiting for. With a legendary dragon slain she would not only be the strongest warrior in her clan, she would be the strongest warrior to have ever lived.

Then her vision grew dark, and her mind began to drift. She lost her balance on the branch and numb fingers slipped from their grip on the bark. Before she knew it, she was freefalling into darkness. What was this sorcery? Had the dragon cursed her already, having known her intent to kill it?

Instead of hitting the ground, Pebble found a sort of sand beneath her. It smelt like rot, not pine or mountain snow. This was good. Dragons made their dens in places like this.

Pebble shot up, jumping to her feet with gusto. She didn't even spare the time to dust the sand stuck in the folds of her clothes or the braids in her hair. Her eyes darted to and fro, searching for some sort of track left behind by the beast. It took only a moment for her to notice the floating lights, and half that time to spring into action.

"dragon of the sky, your tricks are no match for Pebble, mighty warrior of the mountain bear!" Pebble shouted into the up-until-now silent void.

She broke into a sprint, trying to catch the flame in her hands. Much to her displeasure, it would be always just out of reach, but it only caused Pebble to run even faster after it. She hardly paid attention to the change of scenery, even less so the arrival of several strangers. Dragons had many tricks, and she would not waste time falling for illusions!

"OUT OF THE WAY MILKBLOOD! AHAHAH!" Pebble hollered, shoving past the others so she was at the very center of the temple, directly under the red flame. She craned her neck backwards, frowning up at the light far above her. Was this another trick? She would not fail to it. "IS THAT THE BEST YOU CAN DO, DRAGON! I'LL SLAY YOU AND EAT YOUR HEART!"

Pebble lunged for the nearest pillar and wrapped her arms and bare feet around it, shimmying up it like a tree.

 

[DrLucky1]

Awatoma Sindar

As the noble recovers from the sensory overload and disorientation, he begins to circle around the first chamber, carefully examining the surrounding architecture for any kind of indicator for where he may have found himself. Finding nothing identifiable, nothing that matches any of the historical architecture that he’d studies in the past was both alarming and fascinating; a new discovery in the field of archeology, but the chances of rescue were low. He would simply have to move on then, following the blinding light that illuminated the path forward.

One hand on his saber, Awatoma carefully stepped into the main temple. Despite how little the weapon would truly help in a dangerous situation, as his sword skills were rather poor, it reassured the beleaguered heir. Continuing to find no success in identifying anything of note, he calls out to the people standing in darkness in formal High Aegeian, the tries again in Low Aegeian. “Hello? Who goes there? Do you know what happened? Where we are?”

 

[Yuri Greythorn]

Azure had been watching over a stretch of farmland with several other soldiers. He instructed them to split up to cover more ground. After a few hours into the watch, his senses went into overdrive. The clothing against his skin, the howling of the wind. The smell of distant animals. Then everything turned black, and it all went away. It felt like only moments before he woke up. There was a winding road in front of him. His eyesight was blurry. He could not smell. He could not hear. It was frightening that his senses were dull. He slowly stood up and tried to look into the distance, his eyesight, however, was not coming back very fast.

He started walking, slowly, step by step, as the senses came back slowly. The only sound was the sound of his own footstep. The only smell was of rotting corpses. He screwed up his face. He kept walking. Step. Step. Step. As he made his way foward, he stumbled once in awhile. He listened to his breathing, his heart was beating quickly out of anxiety. The sound of his steps became more hollow. Less gravel and dirt crunching. A light burst in life, and he saw people around him.

"Wer seid ihr? Wo sind wir? Was ist los?“(Who are you people? Where are we? What's going on?) He had so many questions. His hand was on the pommel of his sword. His eyes darting around as he examined each person. They seemed normal, but from different nationalities from himself. He doubted they would understand him.

 

[jmann]

Citali-Sen

Citali awoke with a start. There were no stars in the sky and no campfire in front of her. Had it rained while she slept? Citali stood, only then noticing the spongy ground beneath her feet. This wasn’t her camp. At that moment, the stench hit her nose and caused her to double over. The air was thick with death, with the scent of ancient bodies not laid to rest.
When the lights appeared, something clicked in Citali’s mind. She was dreaming. This couldn’t be real.
Citali reared back and slapped herself in the face, making a loud smacking noise. It hurt like hell, yet no matter how many times she slapped herself, she would not awake from this cursed dream.
So, with a hesitant step forward, she followed the lights. She followed them for as long as they would appear until she reached the final light. She could see as each one behind her were silently snuffed out one by one. Citali knew something was coming and knew she couldn’t be caught off-guard. She felt on her back and pulled off her mighty battleaxe. It was her father’s axe and it was always too big for her, yet she held it with pride and righteous determination.

With a flash she couldn’t expect, the last light exploded and sent Citali to the ground, scuttling back on her hands and knees away from it. The fire was too bright. It could burn down the town. What machination of war was this? After Citali had put a pillar between her and the flame and managed to slow her breathing. She examined her surroundings. It looked like a temple, but not like the warm groves of her home, this temple was Aegeian in make.

Somehow she had managed to block out most of the voices. There were other people, yet each of them spoke in tongues. Citali rounded the pillar, keeping her battleaxe at her side and not looking straight at the flame. A small child stood underneath it, waving her arms frantically at the flame, a feral look in her eyes.
Citali decided to stop staring and finally spoke up in Cancignian:
”Hello? Is anybody else here?”
Citali shook her head and repeated herself in a broken and butchered Aegeian:
”Hello. Where is your parents?”

Citali looked over to see a man with a shortsword wearing Yunclilian colours. The man couldn’t just a citizen. With a blade like that he must have had some combat experience. He and his nation were allied with the Atrians to invade and pillage her people just to spite their neighbours.
Citali tightened her grip on her axe and readied her stance for any tricks the Yunclilian might pull and looked at his with a mixture of confusion and wariness.
Quietly, she spoke in her people’s dialect of Cancignian:
”You don’t even know the language of the people you slaughter, do you?”

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Eliana Contouli​

eliana rubbed her eyes unsure of what had occurred there was simply darkness and confusion what had happened? She was traveling home and then everything just disappeared some sort of foul sorcery? Evil spirit Or prehaps an ambush she‘d reach for her greatsword but couldn’t find it just now… she must have dropped it fuck.. it must have been somewhere right? ”right show yourself fiends if one needs to resort to such trickery you have no honour.” After saying that she’d notice others Around her they didn’t seem overly seem like the sort to be causing this and frankly she just felt embarrassed a glowing light a little ways away left her confused oh and one very angry tiny child. “Must be a barbarious sort then if she’s willing to take a dragon..“ Eliana could only really commend the girls gusto. Eventually finding her own blade that had fallen next to her Picking it up and following the little very angry Barbarians lead only to realise she wasn’t exactly agile enough to pull off the same pillar scaling. “I think the little one has the right idea if something keeping us here best we deal with it as soon as possible.

 

[seasonedcat]

Piers' hands shook as he sketched, his head pounding lightly, how long had it been since he slept? 3 days or was it 5? He shook his head in annoyance, slamming his notebook shut and pocketing it and his charcoal. He could barely draw a straight line anymore, as annoying as it was he would need to rest. Running a hand through the mess of his hair he flopped himself down next to the small fire he was using as a light source, curling in on himself and for a brief moment letting sleep overtake him.

he didn't know how long he rested before he found himself gasping for air, agony ripping through him as he could feel every bone in his body, every fibre of skin, it brought him shaking and curling into himself though he couldn't even tell if his body moved. As his eyes jumped open he was met with nothingness, panic seizing him as the scent of rot filled his nose. It brought him to a rough gag, or at least it should have if he could move. Images flashed in his mind of the scent of sickness, of your body dying around you, he was brought to a mess of hiccups and gags as he regained a vision and saw a blurry light ahead.

he noticed his glasses had fallen to his side in his unmoving struggle and he shakily replaced them as he swallowed back bile. The sight of the floating light sent recognition through him and he found himself staggering to his feet, his breath still heaving from his prior panic as he quickly began to move forward. More lights appeared and his heart continued to jump like rabbits as he quickly moved towards them. Was this magic, had he stumbled upon it? Had he finally found it? It brought shivers of pleasure through him at the thought, of everything he had worked for before him.

as the light flew upwards he found himself with others he had not noticed before, some focusing on the light, others on the humans around them. He couldn't be bothered with them though, too focused on what was before him. He quickly took out his notes, squinting in the dim light as he began to sketch what he had not only seen but what was now before him. Whatever fate awaited the runt shimmying up the pillar would be recorded to, in perfect detail. It was all before him right now and he could not waste of second of it on anything.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Citali tightened her grip on her axe and readied her stance for any tricks the Yunclilian might pull and looked at his with a mixture of confusion and wariness.
Quietly, she spoke in her people’s dialect of Cancignian:
”You don’t even know the language of the people you slaughter, do you?”

Liu Shenlong

His grip tightens around the haft of the glaive in his hands. He could understand her words, he'd met enough Cancignians in his journeys with his father to have picked up enough of the language to be... passable. But those words... That stance... He wasn't entirely familiar with the dialect she used, but he could understand the general gist. Was she looking for a fight? He wouldn't give her one, if he could help it. Even if their peoples had been at war, there was no reason for him to take up their rulers' quarrels. He had enough to worry about with that screaming barbarian child, he'd have to make sure she didn't hurt herself trying to climb up to whatever she was looking for. He speaks back to Citali in heavily accented, though somewhat serviceable, urban Cancignian.

"I have no quarrel with you, or your people. I did not serve in the armies."

As he speaks, he watches Citali carefully. His glaive is held in a non-threatening stance, but he was prepared to defend himself if necessary.

 

[Solirus]

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Tension grew as each individual slowly began to see those around them, analyzing them, recognizing them. Yet before any further actions could be taken the small flame flickered dark for a second robbing them of any light before igniting once more. The dim light became replaced with a much brighter and clearer glow and it revealed a humanoid figure resting at the center of the temple.

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Its skin was missing only being held together by dark and rotted muscles, it had 6 separate arms each unmoving like a statue and its face was simply that of a skull appearing hollow. The thing had no legs to speak of yet its stature dwarfed the people around it and from the hole in its chest a small drop of blood fell hitting the ground and coloring it a metallic red as it kept rippling. Its top left hand moved, cracking in each motion before finally opening its palm. Everyone felt a voice resonate from their minds seemingly the voice from the thing in front of them: "Speak and receive" the voice explained as everyone now felt their minds slowly understanding each others every word like their native tongues.

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Eliana Contouli​

eliana was halted in her tracks by the strange entity before her the knight couldn't make sense of it frankly nothing had made all to much sense since she'd gotten here. A huge legless figure with a hole in its chest? By what sort of strange sorcery was this beast made of had it brought them all here, it motioned towards them all eliana raising her sword defensively expect the creature to attack.

And yet no? Instead it spoke to them all... but it was just as cryptic as the reason of the situation was simply raising more questions then answers. "Speak and receive what's that supposed to mean? If you're the thing that brought us all here you better have a good explanation creature or else ill behead you where you stand" Eliana spoke aggressively towards the creature as confusion had turned to simple anger at whatever was going on frankly it was probably a mistake the entity could smite her where she stood for all she knew. but if it wanted her here, then it probobly wanted her alive and with suck a threat she hoped answers would be forthcoming.

 

[jmann]

Citali-Sen

Citali instinctually took a few steps towards the child, unsure of where she should be looking. Beside her was a Yunclilian of uncertain descent, yet before her was a giant with a vicious look. Flayed skin and bleeding hole, this creature was a thing of nightmares. Regardless, the child looked ready to get themselves killed fighting this thing. She knew there was no use trying to dissuade someone so steadfast in their motives, nor could she even speak a word the child would understand.
When a figure she hadn't seen spoke up, a knight in gleaming mail, Citali hesitated. She was not yet fluent in the language of the Aegeian Empire, yet she understood the knight perfectly. How was this possible? The knight clearly wasn't speaking Cancignian. Then her memories changed. The child had not been mindlessly screeching but had been speaking of a dragon. This place was allowing them to speak to each other.
With this in mind, Citali knelt beside the child, leaning close and muttering under her breath:
"Wait for the knight to get herself killed. Find your opening."
Citali backed off around the side of the temple away from the child and far away from the knight. Citali could tell it was old, ancient, even. It felt older than the spirits of the stones and leaves, older than her greatest ancestors. Her people had a legend of such a creature, a legend she never doubted but believed was long gone.
"Might I ask if you have a name, O Great One?" Citali knelt, dropping her axe and holding her wrists to the temples of her bowed, flexing out her hands to look like antlers and to imitate the bowed head of a noble stag; the highest respect her people could show, "I ask only why you have brought us before you and what I can do to serve you."
The words stung to say. She had spent so much of her life railing against anybody trying to hold her down that actually answering her duties to serve the realms of nature was draining on her. Trees did not need to be asked if they needed help, a reason she always preferred flowers and bears to people and their empires.
Citali lowered her hands to the floor but did not look back up. A little part of her was hoping it was a message from her people, a message that she was not forgotten and would find guidance and instruction in the words of this being. A part of her hoped it, a part of her dreaded it.

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[DrLucky1]

Awatoma Sindar

This horrid malignancy was a blight upon the eyes, but Awatoma couldn't deny that it had given them something - he could now understand that blustering warrior's speech when he couldn't before. Either way, he could only hope that she hadn't provoked it into killing everyone here with her reckless actions. Commendable from a certain perspective, and better her than himself, but dangerously reckless. He considered attacking her to try and earn the being's favor, but dismissed the idea as idiotic, the product of a stressed mind. It would be best to keep observing for now, for there was nothing to be gained from acting before the others in the room.

He backs way from the grotesque abomination, watching in surprise as another of the group stepped up and commenced with her prayer. At the very least, this one had more sense than the other despite their primitive trappings. It was certainly bold move, to proclaim service so readily and expeditiously, but perhaps an understandable one. Then, another though occurred to him: did this woman know something that he didn't? Would he be slain if he didn't offer the same service? Or was she simply grasping at the void herself, experimenting with an alternate approach? There were simply too many unknowns, the situation too mysterious to properly decipher.

 

[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Liu Shenlong

The creature is terrifying. Like a devil, from ancient stories. The fact that he could now understand everyone's speech was merely an afterthought, before this thing in front of him. The rest of the people here feared it too. He could see it in their eyes, in their faces. In the way that horned woman's hands gripped her axe, in the way that other man simply watched. But he was not like them. He did not believe so easily in this creature's power. Even as terrifying as it seemed, it had flesh. It rotted. It had a form in physical shape.

And if it did, it could be slain.

"What do you want of us?"

The youxia's grip on his glaive shifts, the young man preparing to face the creature in combat, if necessary. He wouldn't take a fight with this thing if he could avoid it. Who knows, it might even be relatively benign.

 

[Juju]

Pebble was confused more than anything. Why was the dragon now a corpse? Was this a god? Why were all the others all talking in her tribe's dialect. They spoke of waiting, of questions... this was not something a tribesman would ever say. Seeing the deer-woman bow only deepened this feeling of uncertainty about whether or not these people were real or illusions of sorcery. Speaking the tribe dialect AND bowing? Impossible!

She looked at the would-be god with its extra arms and missing lower half. Most importantly, it had a hole in its chest. Was she too late to eat its heart, or was it hidden within that cavity? There was really only one way to find out.

"You won't trick Pebble, warrior of the mountain bear so easily!" she roared, leaping from the pillar and winding up a punch.

Speaking or thinking before action was never really her style.

 

[seasonedcat]

Piers lips parted in amazement at the creature before him, almost dropping his charcoal in awe. Without any more hesitation he flipped the page he was working on immediately and began to record this being instead, his hands working at a quick pace as skillfully as ever. His hair was not up since he had just been resting, and it fell over his face as he worked, causing an annoyed grunt to stir in his throat as he threw his bangs aside before continuing.

at the voice filling his head Piers was amazed again and showed this by scribbling messily in the corner before continuing what he was writing before. This was it, this was his breakthrough on magic. As he was writing he tilted his head to the side for a moment, stopping and blinking at the realization that the voices around him no longer all spoke in different languages, all a common one. He found himself perplexed at this. He had picked up different languages in his study, but this, wasn't the same as understanding another language, this was as if there was only one language.

he flipped to a new page, even more, to write down. His scribbles continued as he spoke up directed at the being before him, "now tell me by speak and receive do you mean to speak and get something or are you referring to the phenomenon of you giving a collective comprehension of language? I find myself at a loss of which you refer to. Also what exactly are you, are you what mortals call a 'god' or a separate being entirely? Can you perform magic, wait I'd assume so since you appear to be the source of that language discovery... Anyway back to you, is your anatomy the same as humans? are you mortal or immortal? Heribovore, omnivore, carivore, do you even eat? Are you living? Where did you come from? Why are you here? I have so many to ask, please do indulge me." he offered a bright almost crazed smile from his pure excitement. His hair framing his pale features in a messy fashion, he of course flipped to a new page as he waited to write down this info.
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[Solirus]

As Eliana threatened the thing in front of her she heard the sound of a voice once more, "Hostility shall be awarded silence" the voice explained, the thing remaining still.

Shortly after Citali gave her question and offered her servitude, she too heard a voice, "My name is not yours to learn" The voice calmly explained yet holding a tone of irritation.

Pier heard an immediate response to his elaborate and long string of questions, the voice that sprang forth somewhat differed in tone from the original he heard, it sounded more glad and upbeat yet still cold and formal, "Your hunger for knowledge is admirable as such I cannot reveal your questions, they will be for you to discover should you-" The voice was cut out abruptly as Pebble came in crashing down into the thing punching its face. A crack could be heard as Pebble finally landed, her knuckles broken from the impact of the punch while the thing remained still and unflinching with no apparent damage, for pebble it had felt like trying to punch a boulder with no effect.

The thing's arms started to slowly move before disappearing and reappearing, centimeters away from each throat, it had seven hands extending two of which appeared more translucent than the rest and before anyone had time to react a voice spoke once more in everyone's head, "Selected, you have all been brought here to ascend, to remove one's mortal capacities, to alter history, to succeed and grow in power. You have a choice, pick the path of the demigod, fulfill your duties, grow and change the world as you please, live without the restrictions of mortality. Deny the path of the demigod however and return to your life, ignorant like a fool, restricted to obscurity, a speck that will be forgotten to time. Choose"

 

[seasonedcat]

Piers practically stood on the edge of his 'seat' as he waited for the words of the creature, deflating slightly as the sentence seemed to be heading towards the usual refusal of knowledge. His eyes darted towards the girl interrupting as he opened his mouth to intervein, "Girl stop!" he hissed but the motion did not freeze as her fist crumbled against the creatures face. He quickly noted that.

as he was noting it his eyes continued to focus on the movement change as he absentmindedly wrote without looking, once again wowed by the ability that was being shown. He let out a surprised 'eep' at the sudden appearance of the hand, not expecting it due to his lack of hostility. He quickly relaxed however at the creatures words,

"the chance of something never done before? I would be an imbecile to refuse. You are a clearly greater being than an average mortal so if anyone could help me on my search of magic it would be you. Of course I will have more questions but I assume as you said before you can't answer them. If I become this 'demigod' do I get to ask you questions? I do hope so as you are simply fascinating..." he trailed off as he bit back his hundreds of questions,

"so, what do I have to do?"
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[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Liu Shenlong

The warrior examines the creature with a suspicious eye. An offer... An offer of power. Such things did not come without cost. But he supposed, that if it came down to it, he could always reject its commands. He'd probably die in the process, judging by how the being was utterly unfazed by the girl's blow. Sure, they were just a child, but it should have... Done something else. Anything, other than just shattering bone against a stonelike surface. She shouldn't have had the strength to do that to herself.

"... I accept."

It wasn't really much of a choice. To rise at this creature's behest, or to fall before its reprisal. Perhaps he'd find an escape from its grasp, but at the moment it held him in the palm of its hand.

 

[jmann]

Citali-Sen

Citali hesitantly stood. The being was not as receptive as she thought. The knightly woman had been dismissed out of hand and the wild child had chosen violence and been met with harsh resistance. The only one it seemed to respect was the sage. Citali wasn't sagely, so she gave a short nod in response. To her, the choice to ascend beyond mortality had no competition. She barely had a life to return to, so any opportunity to rise beyond her station was an opportunity she would have to take. All of this emotion, she tried to squeeze into a single nod.
Besides, her attention was focused elsewhere. With her nod of acceptance, Citali carefully moved away from the large hand. As soon as she had cleared it, she made her way briskly towards the child.
“Look at what you’ve done, you silly girl!” Citali made a face as she finished talking. She had turned into her mother for a moment, saying the same words she had said to Citali many times before. Citali hoped she hadn't been this reckless at the girl's age, though she wasn't even sure if the had stopped being that reckless at all.
Citali took a piece of vine that wrapped around her battleaxe and snapped off a short amount from the end.
“Give me your hand,” Citali said, holding out her hand expectantly, “I’m trying to help you.”

 

[Juju]

Pebble heard the snapping of bone before she felt the pain. It happened quick enough that her mind was still trying to process what had happened and her adrenaline spared her the pain until she landed beside the great not-dragon. All of her momentum had stopped when she struck the not-dragon, as if it were nothing but a wall, so she ended up half tumbling to the ground in a ball of hair, cloth, and grunts of pain.

She looked down at her fist, seeing the ugly purple spreading across her knuckles. When she moved her hand, white hot pain spread up her arm. Broken. Still, she couldn't just whimper like a child. She was strong! Warriors never showed their pain!

"Bear's beard..." she muttered, a smile spreading across her face. Her breathing was labored in the pain, but her tone of voice was just as excited as before. Perhaps even more. "That really hurt! You must be made of boulders! The mountain runs in your veins, not-dragon!"

She looked back down at her broken hand. To punch a dragon was something... but to punch a god? How many warriors in her village, no, in all the tribelands had done that? The maniac grin only widened on her face.

The being-that-was-not-a-dragon was quick to extend a hand towards Pebble's throat and moved at a speed she couldn't possibly follow with her eyes. It set a fire to her chest, one full of envy and awe. Before the not-dragon had completed its offer she had already made up her mind, "I'll do it! By the bear I'll be the strongest of all demi-gods. Strongest of gods! I'll take on the Mountain Bear and eat his heart! Then I'll come back for yours, God-Of-Skies! Next time I punch you, you're gonna be the one breaking!"

Visions of grandeur danced in her head, and was rudely interrupted by the deer-woman. At first Pebble was quite confused. Why did a stranger offer to tend her wounds? If she was not part of her clan, why would she trust Pebble? Then it dawned on her. The woman was taking pity on her. How insulting!

All at once Pebble recoiled away, clutching her broken hand to her chest like a dog with a stolen piece of meat. "Huh?! I don't need your help! It doesn't even hurt! Besides, I just punched the God-Of-Skies. If the Mountain-Bear deems it as a worthy wound he will let it scar!"

 

[Huntertabbysandshark3]

Eliana Contouli​

eliana grumbled to herself at the things response so high and might... yet it quickly proved itself worthy of such arrogance for its reaction was no mere illusion... and the small angry child had hurt their hand still sceptical of the entity before her its large hands hovering close to her neck where... convincing enough she'd humour the creature.. afterall everyone else seems frankly guh-ho about the bizarre situation prehaps it was just foreign sensibilities? Whatever the cases she didn't see much point in going against this. "Very well then I shall accept your offer creature" she said with the utmost seriousness in her voice blade held firmly in her hands as she stared back at the entity with a steely expression

 

[DrLucky1]

Awatoma Sindar

It says it offers a choice, yet paradoxically there is only one option if one wishes to move forward. It could obviously not be trusted, but denial seemed unwise considering the situation. Most of the others here had already accepted, and it would not do to be the other. Furthermore, the temptation of power and knowledge was certainly alluring. Indeed, there was only ever one acceptable outcome. Awatoma releases his grip on his saber, and steps forward to kneel. With one open palm touching the opposite shoulder in a classical Aegian show of supplication.

"Great one, I accept your offer. I shall serve, in all of capabilities."

 

[Solirus]

The hands of the entity remained still awaiting the response from all who stood before it. Only one had responded with silence and the hand of the entity opened up into a palm. With what seemed like a gentle push from the palm the individual vanished from sight leaving nothing.

The entity's arms moved back to their original position. "And thus it is" with a single motion of it's arms the red flame above the entity split into six pieces. Each piece moved independently to each of the remaining individuals, abruptly stopping once they were within an inch of each. "welcome" a voice was heard unlike any of the previous one's.

The light in front each of them quickly began changing it's red hue to a brilliant white the intensity of which quickly became blinding until nothing could be seen.

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The first thing each of them heard was the sound of birds in the distance. As they would begin opening their eyes they would quickly recognize their environment had drastically shifted. They found themselves in the middle of a forest, the beams of the sun piercing through the trees as the warmth and moisture of the place enveloped them. Beyond that however they each felt like never before, they felt great, any fatigue or sense of weight released. As they would regain their composure some of them would notice greater changes whether it be their simple appearance or nature.

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[ThatWhichShouldBe]

Liu Shenlong

The light flashes, and Liu awakes. The sun kisses his skin as he lets out a deep breath. It... was gone. Thank god. And it had left him with... something. He felt stronger, now, than he ever had before. His body feels so much lighter, as if he could run from here to the end of the world and back, and never need to catch his breath. And when he looks back at his new companions, he can sense something more than mere sight. Like a silent melody, or an unseen color, in each of them. Their aptitude at war, revealed to the senses of the soul. Of them, only two were a real concern. The axe-wielder and the knight, who-

"Did you just become a snake?!"