A New Creation (IC)

[Aden Protectorate]

"Father, Mother, I know that I have failed you in this, but I did as I thought was right. The woman whom I have marked was a tyrant, and now that she has been put into her place, the people will worship me more. They know that I am the one who saved them from their tyrant. I fail to see how this is a bad situation."

At this Heleina smiled. Her daughter always did what was right for her people, and she stood by it. Both her parents admired her in that way.

"Do not worry child, you did what was best and both your father and I are very proud of you and your people are more content after you disposed of that tyrant. In the future, remember to proceed with caution, as every catastrophe is set off by a chain of small events. Your people may worship you now, even though they did not, what if they had seen it as an act of cruelty? What if they thought you would come after them next. Now go, I am sure your guest awaits you."

She said with a smile. Tengeryel called over a Tengeriyil to escort her back to her palace.

[The Seven Archangels]

Hahvulon heard his father speak, and slowly reverted to his cloud-like form. His true form almost resembled a raging storm, albeit one that was mostly yellow and had a face. Hahvulon remained invisible to the mortals before spilling out of the house to speak with his father.

"The child," Hahvulon said in his booming voice, full of the fear of the world, "He was sickly and weak. I am fed by fear, not pain. This man's prayer involved the domains of the God of Thieves and the God of Justice, I did not feel it was my place to step in. But then I saw the child, and my heart broke. A child in fear, awakening from a nightmare, I can handle, it strengthens me. A child in pain saddens me. I had to answer his prayer, for the sake of the young lad."

Caelum mused this, his light permeating the area now as he pondered his son's words and looked upon the boy he spoke of. Sick, he was, and frail. Likely to die even, as O'lim would come to claim his prize as was his right, though it seemed as thou this boy had some significance to Hahvulon. "You acted out of mercy for the child, even against better judgement to not cross the domains of other gods. Is thy desire to see this child be healthy just and true?" Caelum continued to inquire of his son, the god of fear. "It may not be that the child sees the end of winter, surely thou saw that?" Caelum's rays of light shone through the holes of the roof that guarded the family, and touched the forehead of the child in a sort of inquisitive, yet gentle manner, as he sought to see into the boy's mind, wondering if he was serene or if he were truly in pain, or whether he was marked for death or not.
(OOC note: He can't actually read minds, unless that's something any god can do. Maybe that's something any god can do, I'll leave that to the rest of you guys to decide.)

[Breitenfeld-Sibbesborg]

"Father, Mother, I know that I have failed you in this, but I did as I thought was right. The woman whom I have marked was a tyrant, and now that she has been put into her place, the people will worship me more. They know that I am the one who saved them from their tyrant. I fail to see how this is a bad situation."

At this Heleina smiled. Her daughter always did what was right for her people, and she stood by it. Both her parents admired her in that way.

"Do not worry child, you did what was best and both your father and I are very proud of you. In the future, remember to proceed with caution, as every catastrophe is set off by a chain of events. Your people may worship you now, but what if they had seen it as an act of cruelty? WHat if they thought you would come after them next. Now go, I am sure your guest awaits you.

She said with a smile. Tengeryel called over a Tengeriyil to escort her back to her palace.

Brynja nodded to her mother, who had always been a voice of reason. She honoured both of her parents, and listened to their advice, but she still felt as though there would be no consequences for her actions. She would still heed the words of her mother the next time she meddled in mortal affairs, no matter how right or wrong it might seem to her. That was the respect that Brynja had for her parents. She approached her mother, bowing to her, then moving over to her father, bowing to him as well. "Thank you, Father and Mother, for telling me the proper ways. I will not disappoint you again." With that, she turned and walked out of the palace, ignoring the Tengeriyil sent to escort her back to Hverir.

In no time at all, Brynja was back at Hverir. She knew that Stana might very well still be inside, but she chose to instead go to the base of the mountain, to the Temple devoted to her by the ten priestesses. She took the form of a young woman, choosing not to take the form of a warrior in front of her priestesses. Despite her disguise, the priestesses knew who it was gracing them with her presence. Brynja walked to the middle of the great circle of ice in the centre of the temple and stood, looking around at the ten priestesses standing on the outside of the circle. "Why, hello my lovely ladies, how are you all?" She smiled, her eyes meeting those of every one of the priestesses. Instead of replying with words, as they had all sworn to silence, the priestesses elected to dance, their praise of Brynja clearly shown by their reverent dance of praise.

[The NAR]

The thick, dense woods suffocated the tiny trail in which the group of men and their horse walked, bearing bags upon bags of food that they'd gathered from hours of hunting. This made Ashur proud and happy, that so many spent their time hunting, providing for their families with such patience, such dedication. In the bushes, the God crept in silence, the leaves and sticks gently grazing through his grey fur, and his heavenly white eyes blasting through.

Ashur knew what was coming, for he'd been watching, listening, waiting... for the men on the opposite sides of the trail, behind the trees and bushes, bearing weapons of war and amulets of none other than the God of War. Faces of happiness, of bitter brutality, plagued these peaceful woods, an area of such life. It angered Ashur, so much that he forced them morph of his being. His front legs were replaced with small wings as his body shrunk, and he grew a beak and a new shape. He took flight, flapping until he stood atop a tiny branch yards above the enemies. Gazing down, he grinned at the ignorance of the men.

They swung around, 7 strong, their swords pointed at the innocent hunters who raised their hands in surrender. First mistake for the bandits. Everyone makes it. It seemed obvious to Ashur, but to Mortals, such things seemed to be difficult to realize. The bandits had sent foreword all of their members, all of which focusing on their goal: the Hunters. They had no support, and they were distracted and vulnerable. Mortals never learn: never send everyone. Send most, even some, and have the rest behind you. The enemy will become brave if they only would've seen 4 bandits, they'd have resisted, and the remaining bandits would have easily jumped in and catch the Hunters off guard.

Their second mistake: positioning. The 7 men had approached from the left and the right of the trail, leaving both sides exposed, and with the size of the horse between them, and the Hunters, it was impossible see the bandits from the opposite side. Therefore, both sides are cut off and exposed to flanking, AKA: failure.

Third Mistake, which is probably most common of bandits. After days of close examination, Ashur had learned much of these men. Two are respected and experienced soldiers, and the others have trained in the art of war since childhood. They were experienced, but are stuck in the moment.

One of the Hunters looked up to see Ashur in the tree, noticing his glowing white eyes, and he gathered strength, Ashur could tell. Strategy was on their side, they would win if they used common sense. Ashur didn't help, he didn't need to. For they had it handled. Ashur went "SKRAW!!!", and the Bandits made yet another mistake: letting insignificant events expose their uneasiness, which substantially reduced their chance of success.

Only a few seconds passed and the bandits were dead, and the Hunters were looking over their corpses. Ashur swooped down and morphed into his Divine Form: a human. The hunters weren't surprised, for of all the Gods, Ashur was the only one who seemed to care about Mortals. "Why didn't you help us sooner?" asked a Hunter, annoyed. In a normal voice, Ashur answered.

"Never interrupt your enemy while he is making a mistake"

And like that, he was gone...

[Republic Of Robots]

Waking from his unnecessary rest sapphire floats up almost overwhelmed by the prayers of so many. Resolute in answer prayers he teleported to the land of King Alton the II. Demands of wealth annoy Sapphire but the demands of help from slavery annoy him more, it is odd freedom is not in his domain. He goes down to the temple in the city and he almost destroys the country in revulsion. It is a prayer factory with slaves being forced to pray. Angry but knowing the dangers of crossing lines does all he can. First he absorbs the immense power from the sapphire. It fills him with enough power to make a plane. Ignoring the temptation to leave the factory going, sapphire takes away all of the kings wealth and creates a flood unable to do more he sends a message to every mind "help" before contacting the God of justice. Opening a portal to an empty realm Sapphire walks through.

[Nytavuthar]

Waking from his unnecessary rest sapphire floats up almost overwhelmed by the prayers of so many. Resolute in answer prayers he teleported to the land of King Alton the II. Demands of wealth annoy Sapphire but the demands of help from slavery annoy him more, it is odd freedom is not in his domain. He goes down to the temple in the city and he almost destroys the country in revulsion. It is a prayer factory with slaves being forced to pray. Angry but knowing the dangers of crossing lines does all he can. First he absorbs the immense power from the sapphire. It fills him with enough power to make a plane. Ignoring the temptation to leave the factory going, sapphire takes away all of the kings wealth and creates a flood unable to do more he sends a message to every mind "help" before contacting the God of justice. Opening a portal to an empty realm Sapphire walks through.

After the civil disobedience was over, Kundros dispatched his followers to help rebuild the war torn city. Fires raged, but they eventually died down.Now all that Kundros had to wait on was the celebration... Suddenly a wave of destruction flowed over him. it seemed like a wave of destruction was being torn throughout a city. And when something has to do with waves it has to pertain to Sapphire. Kundros quickly made it to the sight of the newest disaster in the world.

In the Flooded City

Whether he meant to or not Sapphire has destroyed the life of thousands living in the city. Now Kundros had to somehow balance it out. Hopefully the deaths from the flood will be given an apology from Sapphire. But he shouldn't being worrying about that right now. Right now Kundros needs to focus on the thousands of living that have been forced out of their homes. Immediately Kundros called for the villagers in the surrounding to countryside to help with the rebuilding. Although this was quite a hassle, Kundros was happy that Sapphire diminished the thought of slavery i this city. He was also a bit jealous of Sapphire's to almost level an entire city. Although this was the least of his problems. He estimated that the city will never reach the same heights as it was, but it would come back as a city totally free of the institution of slavery. He also noted that he would have to contact Sapphire about his anger issues. It is quite a hassle to go through the rebuilding process.

[Asterdan]

Hahvulon heard his father speak, and slowly reverted to his cloud-like form. His true form almost resembled a raging storm, albeit one that was mostly yellow and had a face. Hahvulon remained invisible to the mortals before spilling out of the house to speak with his father.

"The child," Hahvulon said in his booming voice, full of the fear of the world, "He was sickly and weak. I am fed by fear, not pain. This man's prayer involved the domains of the God of Thieves and the God of Justice, I did not feel it was my place to step in. But then I saw the child, and my heart broke. A child in fear, awakening from a nightmare, I can handle, it strengthens me. A child in pain saddens me. I had to answer his prayer, for the sake of the young lad."

Caelum mused this, his light permeating the area now as he pondered his son's words and looked upon the boy he spoke of. Sick, he was, and frail. Likely to die even, as O'lim would come to claim his prize as was his right, though it seemed as thou this boy had some significance to Hahvulon. "You acted out of mercy for the child, even against better judgement to not cross the domains of other gods. Is thy desire to see this child be healthy just and true?" Caelum continued to inquire of his son, the god of fear. "It may not be that the child sees the end of winter, surely thou saw that?" Caelum's rays of light shone through the holes of the roof that guarded the family, and touched the forehead of the child in a sort of inquisitive, yet gentle manner, as he sought to see into the boy's mind, wondering if he was serene or if he were truly in pain, or whether he was marked for death or not.
(OOC note: He can't actually read minds, unless that's something any god can do. Maybe that's something any god can do, I'll leave that to the rest of you guys to decide.)

"Yes, but now he at least has a chance. The only thing holding his father back was fear." Hahvulon said, sighing, "This house is now protected from fear, the Vampires are not allowed here."

Hahvulon condensed once more into a mortal form, this time changing into his skeletal robed form. He was still invisible to the mortals, and they were unable to hear him. Hahvulon looked up at his father, who most likely knew all about the Vampires worship of him, as well as the fear a few civilizations had of him. Most peoples prayed and worshiped him, though there were quite a few cities who did not.

Hahvulon walked over to the door of the house, placing his hand on the upper part of the door frame. When he removed his hand, his symbol was upon the door.

[The Seven Archangels]

"Yes, but now he at least has a chance. The only thing holding his father back was fear." Hahvulon said, sighing, "This house is now protected from fear, the Vampires are not allowed here."

Hahvulon condensed once more into a mortal form, this time changing into his skeletal robed form. He was still invisible to the mortals, and they were unable to hear him. Hahvulon looked up at his father, who most likely knew all about the Vampires worship of him, as well as the fear a few civilizations had of him. Most peoples prayed and worshiped him, though there were quite a few cities who did not.

Hahvulon walked over to the door of the house, placing his hand on the upper part of the door frame. When he removed his hand, his symbol was upon the door.

Caelum quietly watched his son mark the door, impressed with his desire to seek what is good for the child in whatever way he could manage it. "If it pleaseth thee," Caelum started, materializing into his elvish form beside Hahvulon, radiating with golden light, "When it is time for the elvish child to grow, I may take him under my care, as I did with you once upon a time." He offered to his son, the god of fear, moved by his compassion towards another creature. "If he is pure of heart and inquisitive, it may be that you will have found for me that which I have sought for a long time."

[Paketo]

Stana had exited the realm of the love goddess and returned to his own after her departure. He appeared in a flash of fire within the small forest he called his home. He could hear the sounds of the forest all around as he began on his trek to his lodging. About a eight minute trek up a mountain and Stana came to a small shrine, his shrine. It was rather simple consisting of a roof held up by four wooden poles covering a hearth making it seem more like a little rest stop for a journey more than a proper house or temple.

It was here that Stana sat down on a log and picked up a poker which he began to tend the flame of the hearth with. As he tended the flames, pictures began to be seen in the flames. Families, wanderers, and most anyone praying to Stana could be seen at one point in the flames. This was the first hearth, the hearth of Stana. It was he who taught the humans and other creatures how to harness the destructive fire to us for warmth and cooking. This was first hearth he created and the one that would burn eternally. It's flames would randomly shift colors from red to green to blue to purple.

In its multi colored flames, Stana became interested in a single traveler. The man walked alone with only a spear and the clothes on his back, truly a wanderer. As he continued watching this man, he came to learn the story of him as Stana explored the man's mind as well. Once a proud warrior forced from his home by his unfaithful wife and her scheming lover. The more he explored the story of the man, the more anger came to Stana. He was betrayed by those who took family lightly, one of the few things that called the usually passive Stana to action. It was in the next minute that Stana disappeared from his hearth and reappeared still as a child on the road that the man walked.

He waited leaning against a tree until the once proud warrior came upon Stana who spoke "the once proud warrior now walks alone, betrayed by the family he loved and thought loved him".

The man was startled by the sudden appearance of a child on the side of the road and his words. "Who are you boy?" Asked the man his voice full of caution, his spear leveled toward Stana's chest.

"Most would know me as the tender of the eternal hearth, the protected of family, my name is Stana and you Aeneus, you have gained my favor. I have come to help you take back your home after you were betrayed by those who took a oath of family lightly. Your wife betrayed you and now I will help you take your house back from her" said Stana the flames in his eyes growing brighter.

Aeneus immediately threw down his spear and knelt. "m'lord Stana" he spoke almost shaking "I thank you for granting favor to me and promising to restore me to my home"

"You are a good man Aeneus" stated Stana "you would find favor with most of the gods. Now to reclaim your house you must follow my instructions. Your former wife's lover surroundeds himself with friends who will fight with him against you. You must find allies of your own to reclaim your house. Then before you go into battle, sacrifice a young goat to the gods of war for their protection in battle. Take this bag of coin and this shield to help you in your fight Aeneus. You will win it for I am with you". A shield bearing a hearth on it and a fat bag of coins then appeared next to Aeneus as Stana disappeared leaving the man to his quest.

[The NAR]

"For Justice, for Purity, for the Hunt, we are with Ashur. For wisdom, for tactics, for strategy, we are with Ashur. The Order is our family, the Order is our Haven. The Wolf of the night, the apex of the Hunt, is the divine origin of our Order. We pledge ourselves to the Order, thus to Lord Ashur. Arimactus Violaten, Arimactus Violaten"

The Order of the Wolf always amused Ashur himself, because he knew that they didn't need to worship in the way that they did, but they still did. There were some of the most iconic Mortals of this time; Kings, Generals and Alchemists alike, all of which highly recognized, meeting in secret to worship.

"We summon thee, our almighty Lord, to bring his glory to us, as well as his wisdom, to enlighten us. Madoc Aeroton!"

Ashur appeared as but a shadow in the corner, but came out as a massive hulking Werewolf with glowing white eyes and a massive, immortal presence. Even these powerful men hadn't been among Ashur's physical form, and they looked afraid, startled, and unaware of the magnitude of who they were among.

"Dont be alarmed" began Ashur in growling, Ancient voice. He approached in his hulking form, looking at each man in his white cloak with the Symbol of Ashur, called the Eye of Vigilance, painted onto them. "I haven't come to harm, merely teach". The men dropped to one knee and bowed their heads.

"Hail, Lord Ashur. Welcome to the Earth Plane"

Ashur let out a little chuckled as he gazed upon them. "Welcome? Ahh my boys, you have much to learn. Unlike my partner Gods up in Heaven, I spend most of my time here, on Earth... watching, examining, planning. You? Yes, yes I watch you, but also so many more". Ashur morphed into a mere black cat and began to pace around. "This is my domain! Elysium is, by name, but down here on Earth is where I spend my time. What the other Gods don't understand is that Mortals are a very interesting thing. So naive yet so... intelligent. It's magnificent". In an instant, he was the Werewolf again.

"What do you wish to teach us, Lord?"

"Nothing much, I just want to warn you of something. Soon enough, I shall choose a Mortal outside of this Order to serve as the Paragon of this new Era. To conquer these lands, to unite Mortals! You will spread the idea of me, but keep my blessing to yourself".

"Y-yes Lord... we shall".

With that, Ashur was gone...

[The Burning Sun]

Un wandered wordlessly through an ancient, ruined building. Simultaneously one of his greatest failures and proudest successes. The builders of this ancient place were forgotten and relegated to history, and he had not been able to save them. Their monuments and writing, however, would last for far longer, and hopefully inspire new builders. Un was in a philosophical mood, so he ruminated on what that meant. Perhaps that was his purpose when he aided the mortal races. Perhaps it was his role to take the ephemeral bone and flesh of humankind and guide it towards the shaping of eternal stone and metal. Or perhaps his purpose was just to screw with the other gods as much as possible, and helping humanity was just a stepping stone towards that. Could be either.

Un decided to stop focusing on the old instead on the new. His gaze turned, and with it his manifested form flew across the world, to a peasant's hut. The peasant was on the cusp of a great idea. Un merely focused the peasant's mind and sharpened his thoughts, to aid the peasant in his thinking. Then he turned away, and did it to a million other prospective idea-makers.

Deciding to take a break from his work, Un again turned his attention to one of the fruits of his labour. A great palace, where the artistic achievements of one of the civilizations he had influenced were on display. Unexpectedly, he sensed another god nearby.

Just when Selena thought she somehow might have gone unnoticed, quiet footsteps behind her broke her reverie. Sighing, she turned to greet the erstwhile god. While Un could be helpful at times, he could also be...irritating. Especially when she was actually trying to enjoy herself, on one of the few nights Hahvulon seemed inactive.

"Greetings, Trickster. Tis' an honor most rare to see thee amongst gods, when thou lovest these mortals so dearly."

[Republic Of Robots]

Just calming down as it is never good to be angry. Sapphire waits before he opens a portal and goes back to The Flooded City. He flies over Kundros and says "Thank you for helping with rebuilding." He then bows and goes down in the street flying to the newly freed slaves and marking one as a new priest. After that Sapphire goes to his temple and marks all the priests there as cowards and demons to never be acknowledged by a worshippers of water. Finished sapphire starts flying to the nature realm to see what nature thinks about the new river and if it is allowed.

[The Starlight]

After tending the gardens, a peaceful, enjoyable work to Vardaelia, she had no other duties to do.Having not visited any fellow gods for quite awhile, she decided to pay a visit to Tengeryel. Teleporting to his palace/domain, she hailed him. "Hello, Tengeryel. Tis a long time since I visited, so I wanted to say hello. How does the sky fare? And I hope the Lady Heleina is well, along with Brynja." she said.

[Aden Protectorate]

"Hello, Tengeryel. Tis a long time since I visited, so I wanted to say hello. How does the sky fare? And I hope the Lady Heleina is well, along with Brynja." she said.

Tengeryel was rather surprised by the unannounced visit from Vardaelia, they had at one point been very close, however this had begun to fade as she restricted herself more to the Earth and he kept to the clouds. Heleina was off in the gardens, either that or she was helping the other Tengeriyil ferry the dead. She liked doing that, chatting with the souls always made her quite happy, she quite like Vardaelia as well, they had been good friends for the longest of time.

"Vardaelia, how nice it is to see you! Please, please come and sit."

He flicked his hand and a chair formed, at first it was fluffy like a cloud, it then began to solidify into a plus chair. Not wishing to intimidate his guest he shrunk himself down to her size, and solidified his form so that he looked more real, rather than a bunch of wind and clouds swirling together in a shape that vaguely resembled that of a man.

"The Sky fares well as ever, the deathr ate is quiet low at this point, so the Tengeriyil have been relaxing quite a bit more. Heleina is doing splendid, she just went out for a walk in the gardens I believe, and Brynja is doing quite well, you should visit her."

[Nulvelith]

Nul's domain was not one might expect from a deity born of technological advances. Sure, the plants were made of metal fibers, but the whole place was nothing more or less than a swamp. Nul's "throne" was no more than a stool-sized cog sticking out of the water, slowly turning round and round. Nul sat atop this fiddling with a new toy one of his more erratic engineers had come up with. It served no actual purpose yet, but there was potential. Copper wires were coiled around a tube, and inside that tube was a magnetic lump of hematite. By knocking the stone back and forth across the tube, the tips of the wires would spark a bit...
Ah, but... they aren't quite ready for these things yet. And I'm sure somebody will be offended to learn they aren't he only ones capable of making lightning.

Nul pulled a small book out of his pocket and flipped it open. Each of the pages were fashioned from ridiculously thin gears, tightly woven together. Each page was just as flexible as a piece of paper, but carelessness would have one's fingers cut off suddenly, for some of the gears were as sharp as saws. Nul found the page he was looking for, then abruptly tore it out of the book.
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In the mortal realm, a rather famous architect and inventor, in the middle of an experiment, suddenly lost track of his thoughts, forgetting what sort of hypothesis he was experimenting with. He looked down at his workbench and saw a pile of rocks and several tangled up spools of wire. He sighed. This wasn't the first time he'd lost track of what had seemed to be a great idea. It felt as though each of his greatest ideas was simply torn out of his mind, right as he was about to figure them out.

Stretching, the man looked out his window and saw the evening sun dipping low. "Bah. It's tea time, anyway."

[The Starlight]

Tengeryel was rather surprised by the unannounced visit from Vardaelia, they had at one point been very close, however this had begun to fade as she restricted herself more to the Earth and he kept to the clouds. Heleina was off in the gardens, either that or she was helping the other Tengeriyil ferry the dead. She liked doing that, chatting with the souls always made her quite happy, she quite like Vardaelia as well, they had been good friends for the longest of time.

"Vardaelia, how nice it is to see you! Please, please come and sit."

He flicked his hand and a chair formed, at first it was fluffy like a cloud, it then began to solidify into a plus chair. Not wishing to intimidate his guest he shrunk himself down to her size, and solidified his form so that he looked more real, rather than a bunch of wind and clouds swirling together in a shape that vaguely resembled that of a man.

"The Sky fares well as ever, the deathr ate is quiet low at this point, so the Tengeriyil have been relaxing quite a bit more. Heleina is doing splendid, she just went out for a walk in the gardens I believe, and Brynja is doing quite well, you should visit her."

Sitting down in the chair, Vardaelia smiled at him. "It has been too long, old friend, I shall endeavor to visit you and Heleina more often. As for her, I have created some new plants, which I think would be a fine addition to your wonderful gardens, so I shall visit her, if you don't mind, after this. It is good to hear that Brynja is also well, she has certainly grown up as a beauty. I shall pay her a visit too, I think, after this."

"The Earth seemingly also fares well, but as more gods and goddesses descend upon it, I fear for it. Oh well, I could never find it within myself to destroy their creations, so I suppose it shall continue. But trees and plants have been disappearing, dying, at too rapid rates, recently. I shall have to see what is the matter." Vardaelia said, sighing.

[Aden Protectorate]

"It has been too long, old friend, I shall endeavor to visit you and Heleina more often. As for her, I have created some new plants, which I think would be a fine addition to your wonderful gardens, so I shall visit her, if you don't mind, after this. It is good to hear that Brynja is also well, she has certainly grown up as a beauty. I shall pay her a visit too, I think, after this."

"The Earth seemingly also fares well, but as more gods and goddesses descend upon it, I fear for it. Oh well, I could never find it within myself to destroy their creations, so I suppose it shall continue. But trees and plants have been disappearing, dying, at too rapid rates, recently. I shall have to see what is the matter." Vardaelia said, sighing.

"Our home is always open to you, any plants would be appreciated, we have had an awful time trying to find the perfect plant to fit in that one section. She has been nagging me to go down to the Ground and get one for her, however, I would rather stay in my sky. It is a shame, all these new gods have been placing their creations on the planet with no regard to the rules we set in place when it was first created. They have disrupted the natural order, but I suppose we cannot descend and destroy them, for we must preserve harmony. Should you need it, I can send some Tengeriyil with you to help you find whatever is the matter on the Earth, though I will need them back."

A Tengeriyil floated in, with him he had drinks, a fine wine offered as a sacrifice by a local shaman.

"Ah lovely, Vardaelia I insist you must try this."

[The Starlight]

"Our home is always open to you, any plants would be appreciated, we have had an awful time trying to find the perfect plant to fit in that one section. She has been nagging me to go down to the Ground and get one for her, however, I would rather stay in my sky. It is a shame, all these new gods have been placing their creations on the planet with no regard to the rules we set in place when it was first created. They have disrupted the natural order, but I suppose we cannot descend and destroy them, for we must preserve harmony. Should you need it, I can send some Tengeriyil with you to help you find whatever is the matter on the Earth, though I will need them back."

A Tengeriyil floated in, with him he had drinks, a fine wine offered as a sacrifice by a local shaman.

"Ah lovely, Vardaelia I insist you must try this."

"I'll take a look at that section then, and I think I have just the thing. It is indeed a shame, but what can we do? I thank you for your offer, your Tengeriyil will certainly make the job quicker, and they shall be returned as soon I am finished."

Taking the glass, she sniffed it, smelling its wonderful fragrance, and then started to drink, sipping at it contently. "Ah, delicious. Are these Feruean grapes? Yes, they must be, no other grape tastes so." Standing up, still holding the wine glass, Vardaelia asked, "Shall we go look at that those gardens then, old friend?"

[The NAR]

"Our home is always open to you, any plants would be appreciated, we have had an awful time trying to find the perfect plant to fit in that one section. She has been nagging me to go down to the Ground and get one for her, however, I would rather stay in my sky. It is a shame, all these new gods have been placing their creations on the planet with no regard to the rules we set in place when it was first created. They have disrupted the natural order, but I suppose we cannot descend and destroy them, for we must preserve harmony. Should you need it, I can send some Tengeriyil with you to help you find whatever is the matter on the Earth, though I will need them back."

A Tengeriyil floated in, with him he had drinks, a fine wine offered as a sacrifice by a local shaman.

"Ah lovely, Vardaelia I insist you must try this."

"I'll take a look at that section then, and I think I have just the thing. It is indeed a shame, but what can we do? I thank you for your offer, your Tengeriyil will certainly make the job quicker, and they shall be returned as soon I am finished."

Taking the glass, she sniffed it, smelling its wonderful fragrance, and then started to drink, sipping at it contently. "Ah, delicious. Are these Feruean grapes? Yes, they must be, no other grape tastes so." Standing up, still holding the wine glass, Vardaelia asked, "Shall we go look at that those gardens then, old friend?"

Through the garden, the Wolf stalked. It's glowing white eyes shown through the flowers, which were magnificent. Two other Wolves followed from behind, down low, out of sight, watching the two Gods with ultimate stealth and precision. Strategy, thought and patience, stealth and secrecy...

[Aden Protectorate]

"I'll take a look at that section then, and I think I have just the thing. It is indeed a shame, but what can we do? I thank you for your offer, your Tengeriyil will certainly make the job quicker, and they shall be returned as soon I am finished."

Taking the glass, she sniffed it, smelling its wonderful fragrance, and then started to drink, sipping at it contently. "Ah, delicious. Are these Feruean grapes? Yes, they must be, no other grape tastes so." Standing up, still holding the wine glass, Vardaelia asked, "Shall we go look at that those gardens then, old friend?"

"You know I am not quite sure, but it quite probably could be. I have not been keeping track of where the sacrifices came of as late, it came from the Great Host of Crim Tatary, a little east of Feruea."

He stood.

"But of course. Take the wine with you, in fact I will bring a cup for Heleina, she would appreciate it."

He waved his hand and cloud formed in front of them, he stepped on to it with Vardaelia. It then zipped away from the palace. the flew high above the clouds you could see the sun, big and yellow in the distance.

"The sun is gorgeous today. Caelum must be in a good mood. Have you seen him of late?"

Beneath them you could see Earth, lush and green. the cloud slowed down, and landed them at the gates of the garden. The gates swung open, in the distance they could see Heleina.

[The Starlight]

"You know I am not quite sure, but it quite probably could be. I have not been keeping track of where the sacrifices came of as late, it came from the Great Host of Crim Tatary, a little east of Feruea."

He stood.

"But of course. Take the wine with you, in fact I will bring a cup for Heleina, she would appreciate it."

He waved his hand and cloud formed in front of them, he stepped on to it with Vardaelia. It then zipped away from the palace. the flew high above the clouds you could see the sun, big and yellow in the distance.
"The sun is gorgeous today. Caelum must be in a good mood. Have you seen him of late?"

Beneath them you could see Earth, lush and green. the cloud slowed down, and landed them at the gates of the garden. The gates swung open, in the distance they could see Heleina.

"Thank you, then." Vardaelia said, stepping onto the cloud. "No I haven't seen him recently, but yes, he must be in a good mood. As they stepped down, the flowers alerted her of a presence.

Through the garden, the Wolf stalked. It's glowing white eyes shown through the flowers, which were magnificent. Two other Wolves followed from behind, down low, out of sight, watching the two Gods with ultimate stealth and precision. Strategy, thought and patience, stealth and secrecy...

"Now, now what do we have here. 3 Wolves, hiding in the flowers. Come out, the flowers and the grass can sense you, along with the air and wind, which means that we both can sense you. I'm guessing it's Ashur." Vardaelia called out.

[The NAR]

Ashur and the Wolves ran out and joined beside the Gods, the one with the Glowing White Eyes obviously being the God of Strategy. "Yeah, I forgot that you're Princess of the Grass. Sorry to drop in, not much going on on Earth right now"

[Aden Protectorate]

"Now, now what do we have here. 3 Wolves, hiding in the flowers. Come out, the flowers and the grass can sense you, along with the air and wind, which means that we both can sense you. I'm guessing it's Ashur." Vardaelia called out.

"Oh Ashur, I have not seen him in quite a while. What would he want with my Gardens?"

Ashur and the Wolves ran out and joined beside the Gods, the one with the Glowing White Eyes obviously being the God of Strategy. "Yeah, I forgot that you're Princess of the Grass. Sorry to drop in, not much going on on Earth right now"

"Goodday Ashur, what business do you have snooping around in my gardens, I pray for your sake that your wolfs did not trample the orchids, Heleina has been trending them since the last century."

Tengeryel was quite frustrated that Ashur had stopped by unannounced and in this fashion, he was fine with people coming to his palace, and calling upon him without prior invitation, he rather enjoyed it. However he did not like Wolves coming into his garden without his permission, these gardens had been tended for centuries, and perfected with the help of Vardaelia. Myths on Earth were told of the wonder of these gardens, elaborate ceremonies and art was based on these gardens.

[The NAR]

"Now, now what do we have here. 3 Wolves, hiding in the flowers. Come out, the flowers and the grass can sense you, along with the air and wind, which means that we both can sense you. I'm guessing it's Ashur." Vardaelia called out.

"Oh Ashur, I have not seen him in quite a while. What would he want with my Gardens?"

Ashur and the Wolves ran out and joined beside the Gods, the one with the Glowing White Eyes obviously being the God of Strategy. "Yeah, I forgot that you're Princess of the Grass. Sorry to drop in, not much going on on Earth right now"

"Goodday Ashur, what business do you have snooping around in my gardens, I pray for your sake that your wolfs did not trample the orchids, Heleina has been trending them since the last century."

Tengeryel was quite frustrated that Ashur had stopped by unannounced and in this fashion, he was fine with people coming to his palace, and calling upon him without prior invitation, he rather enjoyed it. However he did not like Wolves coming into his garden without his permission, these gardens had been tended for centuries, and perfected with the help of Vardaelia. Myths on Earth were told of the wonder of these gardens, elaborate ceremonies and art was based on these gardens.

Ashur morphed into his Divine Form, a man with his iron armor and Wolf Pelts. "He began to pet the Wolves as he walked. "Oh, my deepest apologies but we know better than to destroy such gardens". He looked over the the Gods. "How are your duties going?"

[In Gentem Et De Libris Scientiam]

O'lim

O'lim sighed. "So much work to do. So much deaths to think up." O'lim said as he was going to the next person on his list. This person was a 25 year old male, who was depressed and was trying to kill himself. O'lim arrived at the man cottage. He went in. The man was cutting his wrists at this point. HE looked up and saw death, in his form of the man as 3 days decayed.

"Hello death. I've been expecting you. Waiting for you." The man said in a tired voice.

"Why are you depressed?" O'lim asked him.

"Well i owe some money i cannot pay, and the guy will kill me in a horrible way if i don't pay up. Also i'm just generally depressed." He said and then sighed.

"I could help you. I'd need something in exchange though."

"What could you offer me, and what would i have to give you?"

"I see the man that you owe money has his death coming up in a couple months. I could make it happen early. I also have something that will make you happy. I require you to worship me as a payment. Like become a priest, and spread the religion."

"I think i might accept your offer." The man said, "Do i need to sign or something?"

"No. But if you break this promise, only the Scarlet place awaits." O'lim gave him a pill, that would ease his depression.
With that O'lim went off to find the man that the man owed money too. He found him. O'lim appeared in front of him in his dead man form.
"Time to go." He said as he moved forward.
The man tried to run away, but they were in a room, with O'lim being in the entrance. O'lim grabbed his soul, and yanked it out of his body. After that he cut his wrists so it would look like Suicide.
Time to find the Judge
O'lim moved to where the Judging chamber was. The Judge was there.