Fantasy Twilight of the Gods

[Veil Walker]

You find yourself on a small island in the middle of the Dagger Sea. You remember looking at a paper invitation, and saying the words to accept. Now you are here. Standing on a craggy shore, the rough surf of the Dagger Sea pounding into the shore.

Juten members and those close by remember a powerful storm. Lightning passing overhead. You remember the warm tingle as it struck, before your essence was pulled upwards, passing out before you land on this island with a thunderous boom.
Atlantean members remember the warm passing of the sun's first rays over them, a feeling of safety before the sun's rays gently set you upon the craggy island.
Vintenastru members recall taking a strong warm hand, that moves you gently to the island. You feel safe, as though protected by the greatest of warriors.
Kuyekul worshippers recall the sky turning black, and a feeling of being swept up, the scent of blood in their nose as the arrive in a sweeping dark wave upon the island.
Those of the Seshynua areas and close by recall a beetle fling into your palm. They blinked, and now they are upon a cold, desolate island, surrounded by those they don't know.
A hooded figure greets all of you in your native tongue, slamming a staff into the ground.
"I have given you the gift of language, so that you may speak to your allies. Be not afraid, for yours is a true quest, to save the world. I am your Guide, to help shephard you through this strange and complicated world. If you have any questions, please ask, before we board the last Ship."
The Guide stands before you, a simple cloaked figure in grey, watching as each of you arrive. He seems to know each arrival, swiveling his head before each arrival.

 

[Veil Walker]

With a flash of light, and a loud wave of sound, Bran was there. He lightly tossed the fallen tree aside, shielding the other Jutens for the falling tree with a shrug. He looked at them, and was immediately concerned. These were who the gods chose? A pair of tiny people who looked as though they'd never fought in their life. Bran waited for a moment, hoping the actual warriors were lagging behind, before sighing as he approached the hooded figure. He was surprised as the man spoke to him in his native language, looking around at the others gathered there. He sighed again, hoping a trickster would reveal it as a cruel joke. Seeing none, Bran shifted the large box strapped to his back, looking not at the Guide, but at the large ship waiting on the shore. He stared at the supposedly empty ship, mentally preparing himself for the journey to come. He looked at the hands of those around him, seeing none of the scars and callouses that were common amongst the sailors he knew. He took a slow breath of air, fighting the fire in his blood as he tried to gain control over his emotions. Moving close to the hooded figure, Bran greeted him in the manner of his people. He sat in front, tilting his neck to the side as he spoke.
"I greet you in the name of my ancestors, and confer their respect upon you. May the wisdom of your days guide us in this endeavor." Bran bowed low for a moment, before straightening, the massive muscles in his back clenching for a moment. Bran sat before the Guide, letting the others assembled introduce themselves.

 

[JoUhWrites]

Splinters from the fallen tree’s body flew past Asger’s cheek and left tiny incisions in the pale flesh as the large Juten’s shape entered and effectively blocked his field of vision. The man was huge; hair like a mane around his thick neck, arms similar to the tree which he had shrugged away from Asger and the other - slightly more manageable-sized - fellow. Okay, stay behind that guy, Asger noted and was about to open his mouth to express his thanks when the mountain-of-a-man stepped forward and addressed the cloaked Guide. Later, then.

The fur-lined coat hung heavily on Asger’s shoulders as he stretched, slender limbs reaching up towards the bright sky in a cat-like gesture which made his back crack and pop ominously. While he was no stranger to travel, he’d just been… stormed to this strange place, and covered his physical discomfort with a sly smile and one last roll of his slim-but-firm shoulders before throwing a gaze at the traditional greeting in front of them. What had the Guide said? If they had any questions?
Throwing a wink at the - somewhat familiar - Juten man still at his side, Asger sauntered after his large countryman while throwing quick glances at the people gathered. Handsome, if some of them a bit… rustic. “Greet you in the name of my ancestors, and all that,” He drawled when finally faced with the cloaked figure, softly bending his knees to maybe get a peek of its visage, “So, is the last ship as ominous as it sounds?”
After a quick, graceful bow he folded his legs to plop onto the ground next to the already sitting man and threw a quick wink towards the rest of the group. “Thank you for saving us from that aggressive tree,” he hummed quietly.

 

[Kryptic]

Amare found himself ducking as a tree flew past him. He was tempted to yell a snide remark but he had only just got there and didn't want to mess it up. He saved you be grateful you weren't crushed.
Amare shrugged off the voices. Amare stretched tempted to turn into a spider and crawl back home. You’re on an island idiot. Your not leaving anytime soon. He sighed and shuddered from the cold.
He took in his surroundings cold and dark. He sighed. “Not what I expected.” He walked over to the cloaked man and a wide grin overtook his face. Not the grin of a kind man who's about to greet comrades but the grin of a crazy man who might be planning something. “Greetings, I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.” Smart directed that towards the whole group and in his bow shot a look at The Guide hoping to see under the cloak. He had no luck with that but he maintained his no and turned to the Junten man who has tossed the tree “lightly” and the grin faltered a bit. He seemed like he struggled with the words that were about to come out of his mouth.
“Th-thanks for saving us from that tree.” He let out a long breath relieved he didn't have to thank anybody anymore
He stood back up and sat down next to the man with the feline-like posture and looked at him for a bit before fully taking his position next to the man. He sat down in almost the fetal position. (For those who watch anime it’s similar to L’s normal stance from Death Note) Amare let his grin fade and waited patiently for the others to arrive.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Leif
This is just a bit over dramatic...Leif thought to himself as the storm whipped around him. The Gods couldn't make things simple, could they? They had to make the experience as epic as it was terrifying. Almost as suddenly as the storm began, it stopped. Now able to see clearly without wind stinging his eyes, Leif beheld a large man as he stopped a tree from falling upon the group and then tossing it to the side like a pet dog does a stick. Where had the tree even come from? Leif hadn't seen it.

As the man stepped forward to the Guide, Leif recognized him as Bran Siggurdson. He had seen him at Juten gatherings, along with the other youd the g man who proceeded to sit down next to Bran after he paid his respects to the Guide. Leif felt highly out of his league, and out of his element among the current company. The others that Leif didn't recognize were intimidating in size and the power they exuded.

Taking a deep breath, Leif stepped forwards and knelt respectfully before the Guide.

"I, Leif Nyland, come bearing the title of Beowulf on behalf of my clan and ancestors." Having done the polite thing, Leif sat down next to the descendant of Freya. Without saying anything, he unsheathed his sword and laid it across his legs to that he may sit down comfortably yet still have easy access to the weapon should it be needed.

"Thank you, for tossing aside that tree earlier." Leif said to Bran. He wasn't sure if he imagined it, but he thought he heard his voice crack with fear as he spoke. This was Bran Siggurdson, his family was a big deal. ​

 

[Kryptic]

Devon|Son Of Ammit
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Devon was tired so he didn’t notice when the storm swallowed him up. He was terrified for a second but then realized today was the day he had to go to the island. He sighed deeply and found himself flat on the ground with a sharp rock cutting into his back because he was shirtless. “They did that on purpose.” He growled at the sky as his wound healed. He took the rock and chucked it out and far past the tree line and into the ocean. He felt his back and all he felt there was the scars he had most of his life.
Devon shook the dirt off him from laying on the ground. He did not notice the tree a ways off from him. He tripped over the tree while walking over and caught himself. He pushed himself back up and found himself walking over and kneeling before The Guide and then standing up to address all the people seated. He saw Amare and a snarl escaped his mouth before he could stop it.
I can’t believe they let him come here.
He addressed everybody except for Amare by saying “Hello, my name is Devon, Son Of Ammit. It’s my plesure To meet MOST of you.” Devon opted to stay standing due to the suspicion growing inside of him only furthered by the sight of Amare Son Of Anansi. “Also my apologies for the no shirt the Gods beamed me up at a bad time.” He smiled revealing sharp teeth where normal ones would usually be. Devon took this moment of silence to take in his surrounds. The plant life here isn’t bad and it’s night just my kind of environment. I wonder who we will be fighting If we fight anyone. Or where we are going anyways. I know I need to trust The Guide but it’s still all a bit confusing. Devon was lost in thought so he didn’t notice who ever it is that arrives next.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Xiuhcoatl

Parent
Tezcatlipoca, God of providence, the invisible and darkness, Lord of the Night

Location
Somewhere. On a ship.

Interaction
No-one, thank the Gods

Mention
Tree throwing Guy Veil Walker // The women Veil Walker DarkiusHeavenstein // The Child Xcelgamer

Blood. Xiuhcoatl could smell it. Warm blood. Fresh blood. It was all around him. He could taste it in the blackened air. Even without his sharpened senses and use of his powers. However that didn't mean, he didn't let his tongue slip out for a better taste. In and out. Just like snakes. As suddenly there was a rumble, a crash, as he hit the hard ground. His Macuahuitl raised as he rolled over the ground and swiftly got up, ready to attack who ever tried to lay finger on him. Or even had the dumb thought to come near. The cause of the sound was quickly found, a large man that was casually casting a tree to side as if it was nothing. However, Xiuhcoatl was the least surprised and absolutely not discouraged. The bigger they were, they harder they fell. And it was not like he was not able to take down people much bigger than him.

The tree throwing guy was not the only one bigger than him, the warrior noticed as he looked around and took in the others. Most of them male, but there were some females. Three to be precise, if the third one could even be called a woman. Who would think about bringing a child into this? Yet he had to trust the gods. Or at least his own. Since those of the others obviously had no logic with pulling this group of strangers together. Perhaps tree throwing guy wasn't that bad to have around after all. And the women would have their use as well... Cooking and cleaning was important too. His head turned towards the cloaked figure as the person spoke of the gift of language. HIs lips curled up a bit displeased, but it was probably for the best if they could all understand each other. Even if he had no intention of getting friendly with any one. He hated them already. Each and every single one of them.

Xiuhcoatl pulled his jaguag hide tighter around him as the cold started to nib on his skin. Moments ago he had been surrounded by the warm humidity that was his home. Nothing like this.... place. Where ever and whatever it was. The cold... It had never been his greatest friend. But it was never something that lasted long. It was silent here as well. Apart from the sound of the water rolling onto the land. No animals, no bird songs, no tree rushlings as was common at home. His hand stroke over his arm as he took a deep breath. Did he regret his decision? In a way, perhaps. But who could say no to the Gods. To his God. The one that was the very reason his home was still his home and he was still able to breath and had not been sacrificed many years ago, when he was not even able to lift the weapon that now hung from his right hip. The left one decorated with the skull of a jaguar. Even hanging like that, not any less impressive than from when it covered his head in battle.

Silently he made his way over the unfamiliar grounds towards the ship the Guide had indicated, while the others greeted and introduced themselves. He saw no use to do so. He had no urge to be friendly with these people and their strange customs. It was rather time wasting in his eyes as he climbed into the ship carefully. Never before had he been on a ship. Or close to such big waters as now. He only knew the lake where they would get their fresh water, and the wild river up north where they would go to catch fish. Yet it was a few days travel to go there. So water... He wasn't familiar with it. And he didn't like the way it rocked and moved the Ship. Luckily he was blessed with a good balance as he sat down as far away from the strangers as he could. He was eyeing them all with the same suspicion, rather than seeing them as allies. He didn't need allies. He just needed an enemy.

 

[Veil Walker]

Cassie stretched as the beam of light swept over her, enjoying the warmth as it carried her to her destination. She appeared in a bright glow that matched her sunny smile as she looked around her. Turning, she grinned at the chariot of light as it made its way back to Atlantis.
"Thank you, Uncle!" She called, blowing the rider a kiss. Bouncing towards the group, Cassie stared around in wonder, gasping as the large man tossed a tree aside as though it weighed nothing. Moving with inhuman speed, Cassie approached the sitting group, staring at them openly. Sliding her hand over Bran's arm, she oohed, before circling the seated Jutens.
"You all are so impressive, in your own way! This one obviously has enhanced strength. Durability too by the look of it. And you two!" Cassie said, tilting her head at Asger and Leif.
"At first glance, you'd seem less impressive, but I'm certain the gods chose you for a reason." Cassie slid her hand over Asger's chest and upper stomach.
"Excellent physique. You all must be the pride of your people!" Pulling back with a soft blush, Cassie moved to examine Devon.
"Accelerated healing, obviously. A pleasure to meet you. You have good musculature as well." Dashing around quickly, Cassie noted everyone's equipment and clothing, taking notes in a small notebook before slipping it back in her pocket. Sliding to a stop in fornt of the Guide, Cassie flushed fully.
"Oh. My. GODS! I am so sorry! It's so nice to meet all of you. I am Cassandra Thýella, but everyone calls me Cassie!" Noting that most of the people were seated in front of the guide, Cassie sat cross-legged, fidgeting with her brown pants impatiently.
"Oh, the last ship! Must make us important!" Cassie clapped a hand to her mouth, forestalling the torrent of questions that was about to spill out as she tried her best to let the Guide speak. She too had tried to see under his hood, but like the others, had only caught of glimpse of pale yellow eyes that seemed to stare into her soul. Now she sat, rocking slowly in her excitement, shooting curious glances at the empty ship and the man who had boarded it, his animal skin garb a source of great curiosity for her.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Rhiannon

Parent
Arawn, King of the Otherworld

Location
On the Ship with the others

Interaction
No-one, for now?

Mention
Stunning Lady fromt the Light Veil Walker

Outfit
Moss green dress

"Oh no," Rhiannon mumbled as she noticed the beetle on her foot. An omen of death. At least for those who were superstitious. For her, pretty much everything was related to death. One way or another. She held her hand out to pick up the little insect as suddenly it was gone. As well as the familiar grass beneath her feet. Her heart skipped a quick beat as she stood upright, her left hand closing around the hour glass that decorated her necklace. There was a boom, and a cracking sound. A tree flying. People appearing from out of no where around her. And one calm cloaked person that spoke to them, as their Guide on this Quest. A quest she had not wanted to come on, yet she had accepted her faith. She just hoped it would safe her brother as she had been promised.

So many people. Tall persons. Muscular person. With dangerous weapons. Her frail heart continued its fearful rhythm as she took a step back, not anticipating the little hole behind her. "Ah-a!" she yelped with a high tone as she stumbled. With a soft thud she landed on her ass, keeping her eyes casted down as a blush creeped over her cheeks. That had taken her what? A whole 10 seconds to fully embarrass herself in front of everyone? She quickly got up on her feet again, striking down her skirts, simply busying herself so she did not have to face anyone at the moment. Why... Why did Arawn think she could be of any use? She didn't even have her pans! So, what use would she have?

Rhiannon took a deep breath as she looked up to the Guide. She had to trust in herself, in her gifts. Or curses, more. She had to at least try. For her brother's sake. Besides... even if she chose not to follow, she had no idea where she was and how to get home. Was she even close to home? She looked at the Sea, at least that seemed familiar. Was it though? She was so in over her head and that overwhelming feeling came over her once again. Ever since she had gotten that invitation. Ever since her father had told her she would go and that was the end of the discussion. She took another deep breath to keep her tears at bay. Those wouldn't help her, those wouldn't save her. She could do this. She had to do this. There was no choice. Other than failing and bringing destruction on her family, her village.

Her eyes traveled up as people spoke their names, introduced themselves and thanked the Guide. She tried to keep track of everyone, as it was just rude to forget someones name or call them by the wrong name. Names held an importance, someones identity. They were God-given, at least in her village, through their tradition. And she had honestly no idea if that was different else where, since these people... They didn't look like anyone she had ever met. Which only made her feel smaller. When a female voice spoke up around them, thanking her uncle as the stunning lady stepped out of the light. Rhiannons eyes widened as she went around and seemed to make little notes, automatically glancing back to the ground when the lady came closer to her. She was no match to these people! However, she could not be rude. So she stepped forward, and made a curtsy towards the cloaked person. Her hand lifting up the moss green skirts as the broken white fabrics touched the ground. "Thank you for your wisdom and guidance." Her voice was soft, like a summer breeze. The gift of Language. She had not even considered there being other languages than her own. Yet, some curiosity sparked, deep within her. "I am Rhiannon," she said when she stood straight again, Rhiannon ferch Eirian ab Carwyn ab Rhianon." She spilled out her whole name as she found herself a place on an emtpy spot, hoping she was in no ones way.

 

[ClownPope]

Silas Lazotis
Silas sighed deeply as the warmth enveloped them and softly placed them on the island. Then took in a shocking gasp and uttered a word the others would probably hear often from them. "Ugh, Gross." They sneered at their surroundings, the water, the boat, and of course the others who had been summoned. Nothing escaped their critical glare.
Silas spotted Cassandra and their already disappointed and unamused face drooped more. They're sort of related, they both descend from gods who were born from Zeus, literally. I mean what's a thigh to a forehead, right? Basically cousins. Silas' nose crinkled up as they put on a false smile. "Cassie, oh my god, trying to get all buddy-buddy with everyone already.~" With a sickeningly sweet tone they tease at the other Atlantean. "Aw, I'm sure if you try hard enough we'll be making friendship bracelets on the battlefield!" They snickered. "Oh but of course your Mommy sent you to use that big brain of yours, why send fighters when you can send a know it all? I'm sure these big brutes will be bending to your beck and call."
Silas quickly cleared their throat as they stepped forward. "Hi, Silas Lazotis, Child of Dionysus." They stopped and did a small pose with theatric flare then went immediately back to their uptight posture. "Yeah, great meeting you all or whatever." Their eyes fell to the ground seeing the others were mostly sitting but Silas wouldn't be caught dead sitting in the dirt and continued to stand.

 

[JoUhWrites]

Asger​

What a fascinating group.

Asger tilted his head back to watch the individuals stepping up to introduce themselves to hood-figure, humming at the cute youngling who’d plopped himself down next to the Jutens and stammered out a thanks to Bran (who Asger was somewhat curious to poke, just to see what would happen). After that came a clean-shaven man who wistfully stared into the open ocean, the familiar Juten man who introduced himself as Leif, and a scarred figure who smiled with the sharpest teeth Asger had ever seen.

The next man Asger took notice of was dressed in the skin of an animal with a pattern the young Juten had never seen before; soft orange with black spots. Though definitely cutting a striking figure in the pelt - skin not covered with fur exposed to the whipping wind of the sea - he looked cold as all hells. Asger burrowed deeper into his own wolf cloak, thankful for the cold of his homeland which had prepared him for all manners of biting weather. Still, maybe he’d swing by the jaguar-man later and tell him about the magic keep-warm technique which consisted of rubbing animal fat onto exposed areas (and which, as a result made it shine rather handsomely).

Speaking of homeland, though... “Leif Nyland, huh?,” Asger hummed to the blond who’d sat down next to him, bright eyes flashing to take note of the sword placed on his knees. Impressive, but lacking the details which made Asger so proud of his own. “I believe we have met before. Pleasure to have a familiar face around at this time,” he turned to his left in order to gently elbow the descendant of Odin in the ribs (ignoring how the small gesture actually made his skeleton throb. The aforementioned poking would have to proceed cautiously), “- and I am of course including you in that statement, big guy.”

His catching-up was quickly interrupted by a storm of a woman who appeared before them in what could only be described as a “joyful flash”. Asger’s brow quirked upwards as the bright-smiled brunette caressed the tree-man’s arm before turning to himself and the Juten man sat to his right, the woman quipping that they seemed less impressive. “I’ll let you know th-”, Asger’s jaw snapped shut with force when her dainty hand landed on the leather straps of his chest and slid downwards, curious fingers stopping to rest above his navel. Instead of releasing the catty reply residing in his throat, his lips curled in his tell-tale smirk and he all but purred while flexing under her touch. “Well, I do have some hidden talents. I’d love to show you sometime-”, aand the flurry of dark hair and shiny eyes was gone to instead marvel at the snarling, tall man behind them. If the rest of the chosen ones were this friendly, stopping Ragnarok was going to be a hell of a time.

Asger’s smile persisted as a second woman - beautiful, dainty, and stumbling like a newborn reindeer with huge nervous eyes- made her way up to the Guide, introducing herself as Rhiannon. While Asger had a special place in his heart for men, he’d been raised by a single mother and often found the company of women preferable. It brought him joy to have not one, but two of them coming with (And also the child, though Asger was more worried for her safety). “Easy, darling,” He addressed Rhiannon, unfolding his slender body to a standing position, “We won’t bite.”
...Perhaps standing up had not been the best idea, as the laugh he let out when the gorgeous individual introducing themselves as Silas spoke was aggressive enough to almost send him back down to the stone ground. It seemed the rest of the godlings had established bonds which may make travelling together… interesting.
He looked down at his Juten companions. “How marvelous that we are already such good comrades, right?” His blue eyes crinkled mischievously, and he adjusted the small sack on his back before looking towards the ship, stroking away a curl of dark hair which the cruel wind had whipped into his face. While it was ominously called the last ship, she was a beauty. If it truly was to be their last sailing - they were going out in style.
And the fact that they were going to be travelling by ship and not simply thundered back and forth was a relief - though, if they were given the option to be whizzed away in the same gentle manner in which the handsy woman had arrived, Asger would be more than willing to be beamed up. Despite loving seafaring he was a creature of comfort.


Mentioned: Veil Walker ClownPope DarkiusHeavenstein Kryptic thorspuddingcup Xcelgamer (lol all aboard)

 

[Veil Walker]

Bran nodded to Asger in way of response to his thanks. Bran wasn't sure what to make of the man. He was very thin, but seemed to be very full of himself regardless. Bran thought this a dangerous combination, but decided to wait and see the man's capabilities. Suddenly, Bran heard a thin, shy voice speaking out. Looking even further down, Bran noticed a very slight warrior with a sword in his lap. Bran gave a gentle smile to Leif, making sure not to show the other lad his oversized canines. He seemed nervous and out of his depth already, without having the much larger man adding anything to his discomfort.
"Of course, my friend. I'm here to do the heavy lifting, after all. Besides, it wouldn't be much of an adventure if my travelling companions were crushed before we'd even met." Bran's brow furrowed as the other boy announced himself as a descendant of Beowulf. He had met the champion of Beowulf, and hadn't they been... Bran looked over Leif for a moment. No, the lad was small, but he was definitely a lad. Thinking back to the last Thing, Bran's mind sparked a memory. A small shadow slipping in behind his much larger sister.
"Little Leif! I would say you have grown since our last meeting, but that would be a lie." Holding his hands up, he gave the boy a large smile. "No no. Don't get defensive. After all, as my father always told me, it's not the size of the dragon you are fighting, it is the size of the fight in the dragon. I'm certain you wouldn't have been brought here without being skilled in your own right."
Bran chuckled at the inadvertent wince on the face of Asger as he elbowed him. Served the cocky boy right.
Bran found his amusement halted as a strange girl came rushing up to him, touching his arm gently, before moving on to the middle Juten. Bran glanced down at the strange woman who lightly touched his arm. He would like to say he wasn't used to random strangers walking up to touch him, but it was unfortunately all too common. Suddenly she was off again, moving to examine one of the darker skinned men. Bran gave another gentle smile to the clearly nervous Vintenastru, trying not to roll his eyes as the man next to him seemed determined to flirt with everyone in sight. Bran felt the dragon stir as the other strangely garbed person began to insult everyone and everything. He felt the ache in his canines, the desire to tear into flesh, his blood turning hot. Letting out a small breath of air, Bran composed himself and avoided throwing the jester into the ocean. Standing with a grunt, Bran gave Silas a slow smile, showing him his pointed canines.
"Well, at least she seems to have a brain. Tell me, why were you brought here pup? To sneer your enemies to death? Fancy britches like you would probably piss yourself the first sign of danger." Bran gathered up his belt pouch and adjusted the straps on the trunk he carried on his back. Taking a cue from Asger, Bran headed onto the ship, purposely turning his back to the annoying Silas.

 

[Kryptic]

Amare was delighted, six more people had arrived. He smirked at the sight of Devon glaring at him. He could tell this was gonna be fun. He was especially interested in this Cassie character. He felt that this would make Devon mad some decided to do it. He pulled off the trench coatbge was wearing as well as his shirt under it. He looked as Devon who's face looked dead as a brick.
“Dont get your goonies in was Fizmont this Cassie girl seems nice.. Though I'm a little sad she skipped over me.” He imitated a sad face mocking Devon. Then he noticed something on Devon's deadpan face a twinge of anger. It was there for a second then it was gone.
Nice job, angering the Beast. Amare ignored the voices turned to Cassie. “Id be happy to let you examine me.” Amare glanced at the guide then he turned into a spider.
It wasn't a small one either. This was a 6-foot tall spider. He enjoyed the various reactions before turning into a human again and bowing towards Cassie. “Just ask and you shall receive.” Amare walked up to Devon and grins whispering in his ear. “It might be all fun and games now but if you make a move on me I won't hesitate to cut you down FizMont.” He emphasized the T in FizMont and then turned and sat back down. He was visibly happy. Not a smart move to make an enemy out of him but it's not like we can expect much from you. Amare was unphased and reminded them in hid head that he would fall asleep tonight and he would have “words” with them. His toothy grin was maintained throughout this all. He could tell that he made the right decision coming on this little voyage. This was the first time Amare had felt genuine fun in a while. He began humming a very eerie tune.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Leif
"Yes, we have met before. A while back though. A lot...a lot has changed since then." Leif swallowed. Back then it would have been his sister who was the star of the Nyland family. Leif was nothing more than the tag-along little brother whom no one had really cared to pay attention to. "It is nice to not be totally alone in this place." he smiled gently at Asger. The young man seemed like he was nice, and Leif had hope that they could be allies in whatever their destinies held.

There was a lot suddenly happening at once. One of the dark skinned men was laying in the fetal position, and next thing he knew there was a very excitable woman inspecting every one of them. Somehow, without even being told the woman knew that Leif possessed enhanced strength. Her knowledge put Leif on edge, and he found himself gripping his sword a little bit tighter as he watched Cassie run her hands along her fellow Juten's lower abdomen with a thick blush painting his own cheeks at the sight. Many of the men's comment's regarding the action didn't help any either.

Bran's words brought Leif's focus away from the awkward display before him and he gave a small but forced laugh. "Yeah, I'd say I've grown just a smidge. As for the dragon part, I wouldn't know. My family stays away from them. Dragons being the downfall of my ancestor's and all. But thank you...I think." Leif smiled, this time less forced. Bran was nice, in that big brother or distant uncle sort of way.

Leif stood as Silas arrived. The newcomer's greeting was rude, but at least they were honest. Their mannerisms gave Leif the impression they did not want to be here, and Leif could sympathize with that. Leif made a mental note that he should remain calm and respectful towards Silas, careful not to offend should they need to forge some sort of mutual alliance in the future. What was the saying? Keep your friends close but your enemies closer? Silas wasn't an enemy, but they easily could be if Leif didn't play the game right.

The man who called himself Amare then turned into a spider, and Leif took that as his cue to stand up and join his fellow Juten's in boarding the ship. As Leif placed his sword back in his sheath another young woman caught his eye. Her voice was so quiet Leif hadn't heard her introduce herself as she sat a bit further away from the others. Not quite knowing what came over him, Leif walked over to her, holding out his hand to help her up she needed it.

"Hello, I didn't catch your name." Leif smiled at her. The way she had distanced herself from the rest of them gave Leif the impression she was shy and perhaps a bit out of her element. Leif resonated with that deeply, and he wanted the woman to know that she had an ally in him if she needed it. "I'm Leif. I hail from Juten."

Interactions: Veil Walker - JoUhWrites - DarkiusHeavenstein
Mentions: Kryptic - ClownPope ​

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Xiuhcoatl

Parent
Tezcatlipoca, God of providence, the invisible and darkness, Lord of the Night

Location
Somewhere. On a ship.

Interaction
No-one, thank the Gods

Mention
Tree Guy Veil Walker // The fast woman Veil Walker // Other hide Guy JoUhWrites

Silently Xiuhcoatl watched the others, judged them, estimated them. Even though there was little to tell about how they would behave and act in battle just yet. He looked at the woman that had stepped out of a chariot that seemed to be made of light. She thanked her uncle, whoever that may be. He knew there were many more gods around than just the ones he prayed to. This little group of peole was the proof of that. All of them so different from him. He didn't like it. He didn't trust them. But little choice did he have in all this. He watched the woman as she moved around so very quickly. She was touching one of the guys, while making comments of the others. She even seemed to write things down in a little book she held. Her speed might be an advantage, if she could keep that loud mouth of her. Just at that moment, she looked up at him. For a second there was some surprise that made him sit up a bit more. Could she hear his thoughts? No, those eyes were sparkling with curiosity. He glared back at woman. She better stayed away from him.

However Cassandra was not the only one looking at him, he noticed. The man she had been feeling up before was glancing at him too. As long as they only watched him, so be it. There was little he could do about that. It was not like he could go around and poke their eyes out. Or well, he could, but he probably shouldn't. They were supposed to be allies after all. And blind allies were no use. Unless they were used to being blind. For a second his lips curled a bit up when he thought back of one of the priests back at home. Citlalli had taught him a great many things. Not just when it came to the fighting skills, but also when it came to patients and of course, observing without sight. He held great respect for the priest. His fingers trailed a scar on his thigh, one of many lessons that Citlalli had taught him, before a sneer brought his attention back to the here and now.

His brown eyes took in the new person that had appeared. His brows furrowing as he tried to make out if it was a male or a female, before deciding that it mattered little. Perhapse this Silas person was one of those in-betweeners. One thing was for sure, Xiuhcoatl didn't like them one bit. Not that he liked any of the others, but he definitely liked this one the least. Even the women seemed to be of better use, or at least one of them. The other one seemed to be a spineless... He stopped his trail of thoughts right there. She would probably have different uses. Cooking, cleaning, washing was all still very much needed. And maybe some sewing. For the cold really started to settle into his bones now it seemed. He wasn't used to these temperatures, unlike the others it seemed. The Tree guy and his friends seemed to be unbothered by it. His eyes now sliding over the dark hide that one of them was wearing. It seemed to be a lot thicker, and fluffier, than his Jaguar hide. Not like any animal he had seen in his life. Then again, he had never expierenced colds like this either... Or winds like this. Or anything like this, really.

 

[Veil Walker]

Cassie watched, almost in slow motion, as Rhy fell. She sped over immediately, offering the girl her hand, blushing as she realized Leif had done the same, pulling away awkwardly.
"Umm, are you okay?" Cassie pulled her journal out, scribbling down something as she muttered. "Subject seems clumsy. Unsure what her contribution will be." Cassie smiled at Rhy as Leif helped her to her feet, seemingly oblivious to the hearing of others around her. It was a good sign to her. Clearly people were forming support networks. Very good. Cassie blushed again as she remembered Asger's response to her. She hadn't meant it to be that sort of physical response, but while the large man had looked at her with indifference, and the smaller boy had looked at her with anxiety, Asger had looked at her with appreciation. Cassie wasn't used to that. She was used to annoyed looks. Looks of resignment as she arrived. It was disarming that anyone would appreciate her being there. She grinned at Silas. They had been critical since they had first met, and it didn't bother her anymore, though in the past it had caused her enormous anxiety. Moving quickly, she gave Silas a quick hug, despite knowing they would hate it. Or perhaps because of it. She did tend to like annoying Silas. They tried to push Cassie away, but Cassie refused to be anything but supportive to Silas. Cassie gave a huge smile as the very large man spoke up in her defense. He had seemed cold at first, but here he was bandying words with Silas. Cassie resolved to be nice to this giant.
"Thank you, kind Sir. But Silas is smarter than they appear, even though they would never admit it!" Cassie shot her friend a quick grin, nudging Silas in the ribs in a joking way. If they wanted to take themselves so seriously, Cassie would provide some levity, despite her mother's disapproval.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Rhiannon

Parent
Arawn, King of the Otherworld

Location
On the Last Ship

Interaction
Beautiful Female Veil Walker
Helpful Juten male thorspuddingcup
Crewmembers

Mention
Other Juten Male JoUhWrites

Outfit
Moss green dress

So far no one seemed to pay much attention to her, until she had stumbled of course. It seemed to pull the attention of the beautiful lady right away, who scribbled something down in that notebook of hers. "I am fine," she said with a soft whisper. Somehow feeling even more shy now. Fortunately the beauty's attention was quickly pulled away again by one of the arriving males. Rhiannon had a hard time not staring at him, even though the new comer seeemed to disapprove of everything. The fast female seemed to know this Silas. And with that the group seemed to be complete. The big male now openly disapproving and even insulting the Silas that was quickly defended by the female. It was... all quite a lot to take in.

Without thinking she took the hand that was offered to help her up. Only then realizing she knew no one here as she looked up at the person that was attached to the helpful hand with big eyes. "He-hello," she stammered, as she quickly pulled her hand back as soon as she was on her feet again. "My name is Rhiannon, Sir," she answered, "thank you for your help." Her eyes taking in his face for a few seconds. He seemed very gentle, though she had no idea what Juten was. There was so much she didn't know. "I am from a small village Llandrindod in Vintenastru." Though she doubted the other was familiar with the places. They didn't get much travelers from far away, unlike the bigger cities.

Silently Rhiannon followed the others towards the ship, making sure to pay attention to the ground so she would not fall again. The air seemed to changed with every step closer as the temperature dropped. Yet it was not unpleasant, it was almost welcoming. "Do you..." smell that? The whole sentence would have been, but she trailed off as realisation settled in. The male behind her would not be aware of the Elderflower scent. No one ever had been aware off it. But they were not on a cemetery or other burial grounds. They were not close... or were they? Her fingers trailed over the hourglass as her hazel colored eyes dulled down. One of the telltale signs that she had activated her Sight, which was so vastly different from being overwhelmed by a Vision. With her Sight, she had the control herself and she was still fully aware of the world around her. She just... added an extra layer so to speak. The layer of seeing the Death, the Undeath, the Living and all those in between.

"Thank you," she spoke to one of the crewmembers that welcomed her aboard. Her lips had curled up, as she felt more at ease. Which was on itself perhaps a strange thing, to feel more at home while surround by Shades of the Dead. She gave a little nod followed by a little curtsy. "Captain," she greeted, before she moved to sit down on the wooden bench. Completely forgotten that for the others she must seem insane by now, as for them she was interacting with nothing but thin air. Her hands moved to lay in her lap, gently folded together as she watched the crewmembers readying the ship for their department. So, is the last ship as ominous as it sounds? The voice of one of those other Juten males played through her head and she couldn't help, but to let out a little chuckle to herself. Completely in her own world, stuck between there and here.

 

[ClownPope]

Silas Lazotis
Silas didn't like being questioned. Especially about the current situation. Why were they here? They didn't even have the answer to that. As punishment is what they believed. That was the only reason they could fathom. In truth, Silas didn't think they belonged here. They were weak. They didn't have anything to contribute, especially towards something as important as this. Not like the rest of them seemed to. Were they jealous of the rest for seeming to have such skills and strength already just upon meeting, maybe, but they certainly wouldn't say that. Their face turned into an ugly sneer once more.
As Cassie attempted to hug Silas they put their arm out trying to hold her back. "Hey-" They bared their teeth and glared daggers back towards the lumbering oaf that had insulted them even if they were walking away. Like a small pomeranian yapping at a great dane. "Of course it'd be easy for you to think of me as small when you look like a troll!" Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark
They grumbled some more as Cassie tried to come to their aid. Their shoulders slumped as they gave up. Their hostility died down for the most part but they'd still complain. Rolling their eyes as Cassie grinned at them. Without much choice of anywhere else to go, they also march forward towards the awaiting boat.

 

[Veil Walker]

Bran noticed immediately how nervous Leif had become at the mention of his sister, and felt a pang of guilt in his stomach. He understand the burden being a legacy could be. His grandfather was a legend among his people, and Bran wondered if despite his many accomplishments he was worthy of the family line. It had bothered him his entire life. Still, he did his best to give Leif a small smile. He then fixed the smaller man with his steely blue gaze, seeming to look into his very soul.
"You are meant to be here, despite your doubt. You are a fine addition to this expedition, Leif." As he was walking away, he heard the yapping of Silas behind him, and shrugged. They had called him a troll, not a jotun. If they had called him a jotun, he would have flattened Silas. But trolls were land spirits. And land spirits were an honored group amongst his people. Bran chuckled to himself as he recalled his challenge. Silas would have trouble in the simplest of Boastings, it would seem from the way they responded. He thought perhaps they were holding back a sneer that could turn flesh to stone as he finally boarded the vessel.

Bran felt he was going mad. Everywhere on the ship he went, he saw flickers of shadow in his peripheral vision, but when he turned to look, they were gone. Bran forced his mind to think reasonably. They were on a large vessel. There was no way so few of them could sail such a large ship, especially if rowing was required. He thought back to the last time he had seen something similar. They had been visiting Jorgen's Barrow, a site famous for being an important defensive stand for his people. He had seen the flickers then too. What had his grandfather told him they were? Shades of the dead, set to one task or another. His mouth quirked up. Of course. The Last Ship. A vessel crewed by the dead. Literally the last ship they would ever serve aboard. He forced himself to ignore the shadowy forms in his peripheral vision as he sat in a small, isolated corner of the ship, making sure to be out of the way. He knew too well what the touch of the dead could do. He remembered the bodies, drained of reason and warmth that lay on the Barrow. They had tried to steal, and had died in a most unpleasant manner. He flicked his attention towards the clumsy girl as she seemed to communicate with the crew, and understood her purpose more. Anyone who could see and speak to the dead was a valuable companion indeed/

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Leif
"You're welcome, Rhiannon." Her name was forgien, but Leif thought it was very pretty. "I'm not familiar with Vintenastru I'm afraid.". Until today Leif had never really left Juten. He had sailed along the coasts and fjords of his country, but never left its safety and borders. He helped Rhiannon up and looked over to see the girl from earlier, Cassie, also coming forward to help. Upon being late, Cassie instead pulled out a journal and was scribbling furiously within it. She was...strange. Probably harmless (hopefully, harmless), but strange none the less.

"Do you..." Rhiannon started.

"Do I what?" Leif asked. Rhiannon didnt respond, and instead began fingering the trinket strung about her neck. The two girls made their way toward's the ship, and Leif followed behind them. Although Leif had been on many ships before, this one felt very different than the ones he had sailed on previously. He looked down at the vessel beneith his feet to see if he could dissern the material it was made from. Was this the infamous ship of Ragnorak, crafted from the nails of the dead. Leif couldn't really tell from where he stood. Placing his bag of belongings down on the deck, Leif lowered himself and sat down beside it, unsure of what the future held.

Interactions: Rhiannon DarkiusHeavenstein
Mentions: Cassie Veil Walker​

 

[JoUhWrites]

Asger
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Asger reached out and touched the side of the ship before getting on, dragging gloved hand across its wood. His eyes fluttered close, hot breath forming a plume of white mist in the air in front of him. He’d never been close to Freya - not like his mother, who seemed to receive messages from the goddess each new moon - but after he’d been hurled onto the strange island, a strange feeling had started to vibrate through his chest. It was as if all his desires, all of him, were more intense, more… more. It was strange, and deeply unsettling.
He took one last deep breath, forcing his hand to release from its clawed-up position, and turned back to his comrades with a cocky smile. Fuck it; if Freya was somehow penetrating him with these wants, it’s not as if he’d never felt them before. Lust - both sexual and blood - was as natural to him as breathing, and he bucked against the thought that perhaps it was an intrusion. “Does anyone need any help getting up? I know it can be strange the first time with these... rocking motions.” He drawled, patting the ship’s side as one would pat a horse before starting to make his way onboard. Ride strong, girl.


“It’s cold as hells on this ship.” Asger huffed, pulling his coat closer together so that his midriff was covered in a very Un-Asgerlike fashion, “And did someone just touch my ass? I’m not complaining, but I’d appreciate a-” He turned around, noting how there was no one behind him with arms long enough to be able to reach out and squeeze one of his scrumptious cheeks. Huh, odd.
What was even more odd was how the dainty doe woman had started speaking straight into the freezing air, curtsying and nodding to her sides. She had seemed a bit nervous when arriving but even so, was it right to have a mental breakdown this early? Perhaps so, the end of the world was a dark abyss to have a staring contest with - even if Asger was quite enjoying the stare-off, throwing in a wink or two.
“Hey, Bran,” He started, reaching to place a hand on the behemoth man’s shoulder (still curious about his muscles, damn) only to notice that his fellow Juten was squinting in similar directions to doe-girl, his gaze landing on her and seemingly glowing with something new-found. Huh. Maybe they were both losing their minds, but Asger doubted it. Even when Bran had been a boy - a way smaller figure, Asger had been able to ruffle his hair - he’d never been a scared person, one mentally weak. If Bran was seeing something it was not the result of his mind refusing to accept a reality.
And so Asger looked. Saw nothing except for a scrubbed deck and a mismatched group of people. Sighed. Decided to sit down. Decided to do so in the far back, next to the long-haired man in the spotted fur.
He dropped himself onto the bench about half a meter away from the scowling man, leaning back against the wood with a smile. “Ouch, I’m happy you aren’t a descendant of..” He searched his memory for gods not Juten, “Balor, or we’d all be dead by now. You don't seem very delighted to be saving the world."

Mentions: DarkiusHeavenstein Veil Walker

 

[Veil Walker]

The hooded figure leaped lightly upon the ship. The participants, the last line of defense had been gathered and assembled on the Last Ship. Now was the time of leaving. Hood barked a sentence in a language that hurt the ears of all but Rhy, Bran and Xiuhcoatl. Suddenly, the ship began moving. It did not alter course, or turn at all, riding the rough winds straight into the massive storms of the Ancient Void. The Hooded Figure sat watching the sky as the ship moved faster and faster, seeming to catch the best winds and the fastest currents. He idly tapped his staff onto the deck every now and then, seemingly in time with the movements of the ship. Anyone used to sailing and who knew these seas would know they were headed towards the most dangerous part of the Ancient Void, with the ship speeding up, rather than slowing down. The Hooded Figure's taps came faster as they rode large waves and heavy currents straight into the heart of a massive stormfront. Lightning swirled around the vessel, missing by centimeters as the intrepid vessel carried on in its quest.

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Xiuhcoatl

Parent
Tezcatlipoca, God of providence, the invisible and darkness, Lord of the Night

Location
Somewhere. On a ship. Heading into a massive storm

Interaction
No-one, but his god

Mention
Tree Guy Veil Walker // Childish guy ClownPope // Annoying Guy JoUhWrites The weak woman DarkiusHeavenstein

His least favorite person was challenging the big tree guy with stupid words. However the tree guy did not seem to respond at all. That was a good sign. For the big guy was not letting his emotions dictate his action, unlike the other did. So childish to call words like that. Xiuhcoatl watched as the last few of them came on the ship and each of them chose a place somewhere. Away from him. All but one...

Xiuhcoatl ignored him, even when he spoke a name he did not know. His attention was drawn by the way the weak female seemed to talk to nothing but air. Tree guy seemed to be bothered by something as well. For a moment Xiuhcoatl concentrated, but no matter how much he sharpened his hearing or sight, he saw or heard nothing. Nothing but the water, the wind and suddenly that sharp voice of the hooded figure that made him jolt. It was not like him to be surprised and be so jumpy, but he felt absolutely out of his element. He had nothing at all to get his bearings, nothing that seemed familiar. It frightened him, but he did not dare to linger on that. Yet it showed in little moments like these.

"Tle-..." The sound was soft as the ship moved sudden, catching wind fast. Yes, the male was not prepared for anything like this. His sharp nails curling into the wood of the ship, retractable like those of a Jaguar. He shuddered as he looked into the direction they were heading. Straight into a storm it seemed. And he may not know much of ships and all that... but this didn't feel like a very good plan. Yet the staff of the Hooded Man hit faster and faster and there was lightning all around them. He took a deep breath as he braced himself for the hit of the storm. Back at home, no matter how you tried, it was impossible to hide when the rain came. Thick as a curtain, drowning or soaking everything on its path. For hours, upon hours, before it would stop. Afterwards the air was heavy, humid and warming quickly again. Nothing like here, where it was cold...

"Tezcatlipoca, where are you taking me..." The male whispered to himself. His fingers sliding along the hardwood on his him. The familiar feeling of his Macuahuitl bringing some reassurance, but there was nothing he could do to fight a storm. He stayed tense, on guard, ready to strike whenever and whatever, if necessary. His other hand still had a death grip on the ship, wood curls showing at his nail tips from the rocking motions the ship made on the huge waves. Only one had to go over them and they would be cleared off the deck, straight into the water. Would that be a quick death? Probably not. It would not be a worthy death either. The battlefield...Or as a sacrifice to his gods... But not like this. This would be a coward's death. This better not be the end of him!

 

[DarkiusHeavenstein]

Rhiannon

Parent
Arawn, King of the Otherworld

Location
On the Last Ship

Interaction
Cassie Veil Walker
Asger JoUhWrites

Mention
Xiuhcoatl DarkiusHeavenstein

Outfit
Moss green dress

Rhiannon, for the first time, seemed to be completely at peace. Her eyes watching the crewmembers do their work, while the hooded male called for their departure. For a moment, she watched him. Curiosity shining through in her eyes, before her gaze went towards the other female that boarded with them. "If you want, you can sit here," she said, "if..if you want, of course." Since the woman seemed to be much rather on her feet and investigating it all. To the dismay of the crewmembers perhaps, that tried to stay out of her way and made sure to not touch the living. Horrible things would happen if they did. Death and Life didn't go well together within one creature, their mind would go haywire. So that was how she had found the courage to speak up and request the lady to come sit with her. Just to make things a bit easier for the crewmembers, to give them some respect and to show some gratitude for their service to get them where they needed to be. Where ever that may be.

The tapping on the wooden deck became faster, the waves around them rougher, the weather more wild. As suddenly an ice cold shiver ran down her spine. Not because of the circumstances they were in or the omnious lightning around them. No, it was caused by that wolf skin clad male. "Please! Do not speak that name!" The words came out before she knew it. Her eyes widened as she looked up at the male, that seemed to be so unaware of what he spoke about. Balor, leader of the Fomóire, and his evil eye were not something to take lightly. Their battle with the Tuatha Dé Danann was well known to her. She shivered softly, her hands sliding over her upper arms to give herself comfort. Yet it was not the cold wind and the harsh weather on open sea that caused her to suddenly feel so cold. "I am sorry to interrupt the conversation, Sir," she added with a softer voice once again. Not that it was much of a conversation as the other male had not responded in the slightest and didn't seem to be interested in doing so. "But please, hear my request, to not speak that name," she said once again. You never knew if those demonic underlings of Balor were not hiding in the shadows, listening to the name of their lord being spoken in such vain.

 

[thorspuddingcup]

Leif

The old man who welcomed them had started off as a less intimidating figure had become rather spooky. Leif watched as the man began tapping his staff upon the deck and the ship began to rock with his rhythm. The winds blew and the ship began to sail faster towards their destination. Although having been on many ships in his lifetime, this trip was different. Leif felt uncomfortable, and he began to take deep breaths to keep himself calm. The torque around his neck buzzed against his skin slightly. The spirit of Beowulf within probably scolding him for being such a coward. The old hero was right, Leif didn't fault his thinking.

Leif turned his attention to those around him. The long haired and tanned man stood nearby, and Rhiannon as well. She was pleading with Asger about something, but Leif had trouble hearing her soft voice over the winds. Standing up, Leif brushed whatever dirt was on the seat of his pants off and strode over to the group. "So...does anyone here actually know where we are going?'

Interactions: DarkiusHeavenstein - Veil Walker - JoUhWrites
Mentions: Cassie, Xiuhcoatl, Asger​