Gods of Farhiem [IC/Open]

[New Roman Empire]

OOC Thread

Clique

Clique had been watching over his chosen people and he hadn't been in the mortal plane for several months. He grew tired of the boringness of being a god. He grew tired of it at times, he preferred a mortal life. To him their lives seemed full of mystery they were not set by anything besides death and life. The fact that he had powers didn't make him feel all that great, but then again he was used to the feeling. So Clique opened a portal to the mortal realm and took on his mortal form. the only people in the whole Empire that knew of Clique's mortal form was the royal family. A family he had put in power at the dawn of the Empire. Elves long lives tended to make a monarchy more successful as you never had a new king every decade or shorter than that.

Once he had arrived on the mortal plane, he looked around. It was hard to believe in such little time that his people had established and Empire and then these cities. It always amazed him at how the city always looked and it was bursting with life. He walked down the street and smelled the fresh bread that was being made in the bakeries along the street nearby. He stopped on a bridge spanning a river, the river was the cities life source in the area. It was also the fastest way of traveling to the coast and sending supplies up river.

Though He couldn't quite put his finger on it, something seemed out of order. What ever it was it wasn't natural and this seemed to worry him, he wasn't sure if he should warn the Emperor or if he should wait to see what transpires. But all that really mattered in this instance was the fact that something was off. But for the moment, everything seemed right at least by sight, so he continued on his stroll through the city. The capital and being among mortals always seemed to make him feel alive.

[Dalvius]

Xochakiun, Shadowrend

The equilibrium, a mysterious concept. Not unlike the good and evil of Yin and Yang, the Equilibrium represented balance, as well as good and evil. However, unlike Yin and Yang, the actions of one did not affect the other as well. However, Yin in this case wanted power. Yin wanted freedom. Yin wanted Yang to burn.

And he would give anything to do it. He was awakening, and he was going to break his opposite.


This Yin was none other than Xochakiun, the Newborn deity representing infinity and darkness. Xochakiun held the realm of Shadowrend in his talons, keeping the demons of the realm in line with his legendary whip, [/i]Pandemonium's Talon[/I], a five tailed whip encased in burning ice. Xochakiun sat upon the Onyx Throne, a pitch black throne made from pitch black onyx and having been dressed with the skulls of Void Drakes and his failed servants, showing that he held no mercy for his servants should they fail him.


Xochakiun stood from his throne. He was massive, and was clad in black armor seemingly made from Shadowrend's fabric of reality. He had three pairs of arms, one holding a sword and another holding his whip. Today he was to journey to the Black Ice Wastes in a form as a massive Void Drake, seeking an artifact that would allow him to revive his demigod Void Drake child.

He vanished in a bolt of purple lightning, leaving nothing but a purple-tinted firestorm in his wake where he vanished in Shadowrend.

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Tylith

Tylith lays down upon a buckskin, next to the edge of a decently high cliff. Overlooking the forested vally, With a single road snaking through it, he lounges peacefully. Hearing the sound of footsteps and yelling in what today he claims to be his turf, he turns onto his belly, head over the edge, looking for what caused the noise. He spots the Elvin caravan that he spotted hours ago with it's long line of mules scattering. He scratches his head, and thinks, "Now why are they yelling now?" before deciding to trot down a steep slope to the location of the event transpiring.

From atop a tree beside the road, he takes the form of a vulture, looking down upon the fight underway. The few guards the caravan still had were attempting with great fail to beat back an orc raiding party. The human mercenaries, all in fanciful plate armor and wielding long swords were very well trained, but overwhelmed by the larger surprise attack. Finding the fight incredibly entertaining, he barely notices one of the elves wearing a silver necklace with a large stag, showing to him to be a follower of his. The elf, knocked off his mule, stumbled initially before attempting to sprint away screaming through the woods, an orc mounted upon a large wolf in pursuit.

Tylith thought to himself: "Shal I be the good father today?" Before deciding yes, he didn't want anymore of his few followers to die after an incident involving a large bear left twenty dead. He swoops down behind a tree, before appearing as the white stag in the corner of the elf-man's eye. The orc then trips and falls upon a log, before getting back up and again pursuing the elf. Thankfully for the elf, that was just enough time for him to follow the stag running into a small hole in the ground at the base of the valley wall. The hole, conveniently hidden, was not discoverd by the perusing orc whom eventually gave up attempting to find the elf. Tylith, then as a snake slithered out of the hole, leaving behind a small stone idol of a man holding a sling, about to let go.

With a sigh, Tylith returns utop the cliff, now in his human mystic form. The Elvin caravan was fully slaughtered besides that one elf, hiding in fear of being found and being turned into pot roast. With the action over, Tylith falls asleep quickly as he awaits more action to pass the day.

[Kuhlfros]

Arus

Never had the cloaked apparitions been inside his own home before, and never this many. For the past three days, cloaked figures had appeared somewhere in his sights or behind him, stalking him, driving him mad. The first say he saw three all behind him atleast 50 yards away staring at him through a window or in the streets, the next day he saw five, now closer walking near him and mumbling something incoherent. Yesterday he had seen seven, staring out his windows and one stood right in front of him out of nowhere, saying in an eerily beautiful a sweet woman's voice despite it's haunting and mysterious cloak which covered all it's features saying "You cannot escape your crimes Gerris....he comes tomorrow."

The day had come, Gerris was surrounded by the dark cloaked women and in front of him was one towering above the rest, it was then he realized ravens had commonly been seen flying near him and at his house, each of the shorter cloaked figures held flames as blue as water wreathed in shadows, however the taller one before him held a black shadowy sword coated in the same blue fire. The shorter apparitions began to sing in an eerie and melodious tune, he understood none of the words but he knew what they were telling him to do 'Confess to Arus and Die" was what his mind was telling him he opened his mouth but found no words and fell to his knees.

"You aren't real...none of this, I've been taking a medicine that must be making me see strange things and have nightmares, begone apparition! There are no gods here except me!"

The song stopped and the center cloaked one spoke, his voice solemn and quiet and yet he silenced himself to hear him speak "Gerris, Mayor of Westholm, you have spoken out against the name of the gods, denied their existence, closed our temples, and built one for your honor and named yourself a heretical god of your own, I had believed sapping your life slowly and giving you an early death would suit but your hubris is intolerable, you have incurred the wrath of the gods and for that, I Arus, God of Vengeance, God of Justice, hereby deliver Divine Retribution. Speak now before you die and your soul shall receive its dues"

Gerris was a bubbling mess, there was a regungant smell of soiled clothes and tears and snot ran down his face as he begged for mercy and repentence and that he would fix all his wrongdoings and praise Arus everyday before his words were cut short and he coughed up blood. The mayor looked down to find his chest had a dark sword of shadows piercing all the way through it, the blue fire burning brighter than ever before, he could not scream or cry for help but he did here the cloaked women, the Dirae sing again and he could understand their words as he looked back up at the giant cloak figure that was Arus the Inescapable, the God of Vengeance and Justice.

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Tylith

It was a hot summers day two days after the events in the valley had transpired, and Tylith was incredibly bored. He spent the afternoon chasing a man while in the shape of a wild boar, about the size of half a horse. But, as all times happens the man collapsed from exhaustion and Tylith then could have no fun. He did though let the man live, only after stealing the man's boots of course. But, other than that he was absolutely bored out of his mind. He thought about maybe tormenting someone else, but he didn't feel up to it. Watching someone else do it though, sounds pretty cool, and Tylith decides to pay Arus a visit in his realm of Darus.

He always found Darus to be interesting. The ever changing nature of the place just made him want to own a summer home or something there. The souls nervously waiting in the fields also made him laugh, how they mortals were so weak to the will of gods made him just tickled at the thought. He finally wanderd up to the edge of the House of Arus. In the form of a Raven he flew into the palace, changing into his humanoid form, and began to wander the palace looking for Arus.

[Kuhlfros]

Arus

A Dirae had come upon the Lord of the Hunt first, her hood was off revealing her pretty and pale as snow face, entrancing red eyes, and shining black hair as dark as her cloak. Her eyes widened in shock at the sudden arrival of the god but bowed to him and regained her composure and said
"Welcome to the House of Arus Lord Tylith, we are honored by your presence, might I guide you to a place where you may meet my lord master?" Locking her arm into his with a surprising amount of strength.
"He should be back soon, my lord is a very busy man but he would never dishonor a guest."

Around that time Arus had returned from his latest act bringing about a soul chained by blue flames, a Dirae led the soul towards the field of punishment as the realm shifted constantly. Arus glanced over at the Scale and saw even from the distance he was, the scale was ever so slightly tipping towards evil and chaos a sign did not bode well as a new turn of fate.

It was then he sensed a god in his home, he appeared there before Tylith and said plainly
"Tylith, what a surprise, it is rare for someone to visit Darus....so why do you?"

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Tylith

Tyliths wrinkled face had been, very slowly changing to that of a young man. A large grin appeared upon his face which only made his slight mischievous nature almost more noticeable. He says with an almost a dismissive nature at first, but then begins to change into childish interest.

" Oh, nothing much. I was just not having anything to do today. You know how hunters are, not the best life expectancy for the big game ones. And I had this time off with nothing to do. And i just didn't want to annoy you with some type of injury to a man that would give you even more work. I know how much you work. So I was wondering.... If I could maybe.... Help you on your hunting down of all these evil souls? "

He slightly motions his hand towards the soul now farther away, taking great humor in its teror every time the scale changed even slightly.

[Dalvius]

Aetherius, Lord of Midnight
However, Yin had awoken, but Yang was beginning to awake soon. Something had disturbed Aetherius, the Pheonix God of Purity and Protection, and he rose from his slumber atop his throne. He was in his godly form, having a night blue and black skin, magnificent build, and two pairs of angelic and massive wings. He had horns and antler-like protrusions across his body, which flowed with noctomancy, or Night Magic, the natural magic of Midnight.

Aetherius roared to ensure that everything had stayed the same in his realm since he went into hibernation along with his counterpart, Xochakiun. And, while normally the night drakes would appear, they did not. Aetherius frowned and began walking forward to gain a better view of Midnight, since the tower he slept upon was thousands of feet above the ground. Everything was normal, and he could see that the Night Drakes were sleeping far away.

"You really are prankable, you know that?"

Aetherius turned towards the voice. Beside him was a Nevá, or Crystal Elf, and a fervent worshipper of Aetherius. This particular Nevá was a frequent friend of Aetherius, who took him to Midnight once he died. This Nevá was named Delaran, and was once the leader of a cult of Aetherius, now turned into an angelic being infused with the power of the night as a reward.

"Were I not so careful, this realm would've died long ago."

"Of course it would. Welcome back. I take it something has happened with the mortal realm, or Xochakiun has done something bad?"

"Thank you. And both. I feel that Xochakiun is trying to find an artifact that will allow him to revive his direct creation....that blasted dragon....and weaken me at the same time. And I believe I know what it is."

"Your Catalyst?"

Aetherius nodded.

"Indeed. It is the only thing that can weaken me and strengthen Xochakiun at the same time."

"Problematic. Do I need to go down to Farheim and teach him a lesson myself?"

"No. Xochakiun is too dangerous to fight alone. Instead I will go."

Delaran nodded. With that, Aetherius vanished into thin air, reappearing on the mortal plane in a gigantic storm, appearing in a single bolt of lightning. The storm would hide his appearance. He took the same form as he did in Midnight - a large, blue, humanoid Pheonix.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Shatterlands

The God of Pain and Death Aishmael-Lich was sitting upon his throne of spiked brimstone mashed with a coagulation of ice, snow, and dirt, the insane god was bored as heck, "Nothing and nothing and nothing to do," he spoke with intense boredom, "And the portal is at 98.1% finished, and increases by 0.1% per month! Gotta speed up the process.", and so the mad god found a way to ease his speedily growing boredom. The god transformed into his human form and transported himself to a camp of nomads on the outskirts of Icewall. He let out an unholy screech, and exterminated every single person in the camp. After the massacre, he clutched the souls of the dead, harvested them of their energy, and went back to the Shatterlands to store the energy and power the portal. The energy-free souls that he collected were given a excruciatingly painful energy to supplant their lost energy, and they were dragged off by the other Fel to be converted into proper Fel. A bunch of poor souls in the mortal world died and were harvested by Aishmael. "Perfect, I have enough energy to install mortalportal.exe!" spoke the god in a geek-like voice, and a wall of glass somewhere shattered into numerous pieces. The god would then float to the portal and activate the starter, it would take at least a day to be fully started. And so began the waiting game...

[Kuhlfros]

Arus

"My job is more than bringing divine vengeance upon enemies of the gods you know Tylith, I must balance every mortals fate and fortune, answer prayers for bringing justice and revenge, bring justice and oversee it in trials and to those whom deserve it, and also build contracts of fate with those willing to make a payment to know their destiny or bring about an equal exchange for a good for the sacrifice they made."

He looked over at the fields of punishment, "Not to mention decide a fair punishment for those who have gotten divine retribution and find ways to balance the world..." He sighed and shrugged

"Very well you may work with my Dirae to bring retribution on those whom deserve justice...but I will warn you to listen to what the Dirae say and do to hunt down those whom are targeted and.." his voice growing darker by the moment, "I would not recommend attempting to fool around with spirits of vengeance for your own safety."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Tylith

With a great smile upon his face, Tylith runs off to go ask about what he gets to help with next with the she-spirits. But before he tells Arus :
"Yes sir! I would never do such a thing. It is only right to respectfully hunt the likes of evil men."
After a while of taking great pleasure in what the Dirae considered to be average cases, he takes a break to go see what other gods are doing. Going to what he assumes to be the second most interesting fellow immortal, he runs off to Aishmael-Lich's realm, the shatterlands and see what he's doing. (Only after answering a follower's prayer to aid him in the killing of a bear, of course.)

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Tylith

With a great smile upon his face, Tylith runs off to go ask about what he gets to help with next with the she-spirits. But before he tells Arus :
"Yes sir! I would never do such a thing. It is only right to respectfully hunt the likes of evil men."
After a while of taking great pleasure in what the Dirae considered to be average cases, he takes a break to go see what other gods are doing. Going to what he assumes to be the second most interesting fellow immortal, he runs off to Aishmael-Lich's realm, the shatterlands and see what he's doing. (Only after answering a follower's prayer to aid him in the killing of a bear, of course.)

Shatterlands, Aishmael-Lich

Aishmael-Lich was busy fiddling and activating the various thingamajigs and thingamabobs of the portal when he felt a, interesting signature. It was the signature of a god, not just any god, but a son of Fe! "Interesting interesting interesting..." thought the mad god. "Why," spoke the insane god, "Hello half brother...", the god would then order some Fel nearby to give the arrival with some luxuries. "Well," started the god as he clicked something on the portal, "Why don't you explain why you're here half brother. Do you want to see what I did in this pocket dimension?"

[Ism]

Dovtoriim

Soaring high above Farhiem, Dovtoriim sighed with contentedness. The skies of the mortal world were always so peaceful, and quite malleable. If he wanted he could darken the skies, send lighting roaring to the ground, make the oceans swell and rivers flood. The power was quite exhilarating. He dove through cloud and continued his flight, aimlessly traveling around Farheim. He moved beneath the clouds now, looking for something of interest on the ground. Sadly, he found only the normal and mundane activities, weaving, talking, robbing. All so boring. Suddenly he felt cold and shivered, an icy feeling had just crawled up his spine. There was a storm, sudden and unusual to the north. Dovtoriim was intrigued by this, and immediately set forth, hoping to discover what had caused this freak storm and why.

[Dalvius]

Aetherius


Aetherius rose from the ground during the storm. He stood at well over 5.3 meters tall and flowed with noctomantic powers. Behind him, bolts of large, purple, cold lightning shot from the sky and ripped open two portals, from which spawned two large Night Drakes, which flew towards the Black Ice Wastes. Aetherius spread his enormous wings and opened his eyes, which glowed a painfully bright blue.

"Mortal air. It's been too long."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Shatterlands, Aishmael-Lich

Aishmael-Lich was busy fiddling and activating the various thingamajigs and thingamabobs of the portal when he felt a, interesting signature. It was the signature of a god, not just any god, but a son of Fe! "Interesting interesting interesting..." thought the mad god. "Why," spoke the insane god, "Hello half brother...", the god would then order some Fel nearby to give the arrival with some luxuries. "Well," started the god as he clicked something on the portal, "Why don't you explain why you're here half brother. Do you want to see what I did in this pocket dimension?"

Oh really? That sounds incredibly interesting! Including the whole genocide you purpotrate too power it! I digress, I was a little bored and wondered"now what was he doing?" So... What exactly?

[Dalvius]

Xochakiun the Unending, Black Ice Wastes

A ginormous, pitch black, dragon flew over a small town. It was nighttime, where the dragon was. The dragon had glowing purple eyes that were bright enough to be seen from the ground clearly. The back of the wings and tail of the dragon, and to some extent the feet, seemed to drift away into the shadows, as it trailed a black mist behind it. Although only a handful of villagers believed it, this was Xochakiun, the god of infinity and darkness, and one half of the Equilibrium, making him a technical patron deity of sin and evil. Xochakiun landed and tore apart half the village in two massive swipes. He stood on his rear legs, which due to the shape of his form, was possible.

"BRING ME THE CATALYST OF AETHERIUS, OR I WILL BURN YOU ALL IN SHADOWREND FIRE."

The villagers tried to fight back with spears, arrows, and catapults, but to no avail. In one massive breath, half the village was on fire, burning in purple flames, and many of the dead rose back up to serve Xochakiun. One warrior, in a few swings, sent pressure waves that crushed the dead. Xochakiun stared at this warrior, and he wielded a sword which held the fully charged a Catalyst.
"Give me the Catalyst, child, and I will let you live."

"Never, I serve Aetherius demon!"

With the words "so be it" echoing from his mouth, Xochakiun rose up and prepared to burn the rest of the village. However, he stopped as a sudden storm was forming. Not because of the storm, but because he felt a noctomantic presence. Not as significant as Aetherius, but not weak as a angelic Midnight denizen. No, this was...odd. It was strong, powerful, yet not too powerful...

"...Night drakes."

Knowing where they'd attack, Xochakiun began charging up a beam of void magic and aimed it towards the horizon to the south. After a few minutes, and his beam was fully charged, he saw two large drakes flying in the horizon. Xochakiun fired, a brilliant white and chaotic beam soaring from his mouth. It hit one drake in the right wing, flooring him and sending him to the ground. The other drake dodged the attack and tackled Xochakiun. Hard.

The warrior ran over to the Night Drake that was downed. It was a smaller size than Xochakiun, but yet was coursing with noctomantic power. It had dark, beautiful purple scales, and ethereal blue eyes. It's wing was completely severed, as it tries to get up. It noticed the warrior with the Catalyst.

"Wielder, Aetherius...needs it."

The Night Drake sounded pained and weak. The Wielder was reluctant to turn over the weapon, but understood that Aetherius required it for a larger purpose than he himself. The Night Drake tore the energy from the Catalyst, and in one blast from its mouth, tore Xochakiun's wing while it was fighting it's brethren. Xochakiun roared in anger and tore open the stomach of the Night Drake, killing it, before turning towards the remaining Night Drake and the Warrior. Xochakiun breathed fire towards their direction, but the Night Drake managed to use the last bit of energy within the Catalyst to teleport the two into Midnight.


Xochakiun roared in anger, before turning and burning the village into a crisp. He teleported back to Shadowrend, in defeat.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Shatterlands, Aishmael-Lich

Aishmael-Lich was busy fiddling and activating the various thingamajigs and thingamabobs of the portal when he felt a, interesting signature. It was the signature of a god, not just any god, but a son of Fe! "Interesting interesting interesting..." thought the mad god. "Why," spoke the insane god, "Hello half brother...", the god would then order some Fel nearby to give the arrival with some luxuries. "Well," started the god as he clicked something on the portal, "Why don't you explain why you're here half brother. Do you want to see what I did in this pocket dimension?"

Oh really? That sounds incredibly interesting! Including the whole genocide you purpotrate too power it! I digress, I was a little bored and wondered"now what was he doing?" So... What exactly?

"Oh, it's simple what I do," spoke Aishmael-Lich, "I collect souls and drain them of their energy, said energy would be then used to power the portal.", "Also, the souls that have been drained are supplanted with a more painful energy to prevent them from dying," continued the mad god, "Those souls would then be tortured to be turned into these creatures that I have made, or to be blunt, Fel."

[Ism]

Dovtoriim

Dovtoriim flew swiftly through the frigid air. He could almost taste the destruction that beckoned just beyond the storm. It was strange, however, cold and empty, no enjoyment of the kill, no thrill of the chase and no savoring of the kill. Such a waste. Dovtoriim was fast approaching the storm, however, and while he could have tried to dissipate it, he feared this would result in the loss of his quarry. Instead he plunged through the storm, passing through to the clouds. At last he saw his prey, and to his shock it was Aetherius. Aetherius, however, was a "good" god, and so Dovtoriim's curiosity was peaked evermore as to why Aetherius would be so close to a great slaughter of mortals, yet seemed to remain on the fringe. Perhaps he would soon find out. Dovtoriim slowed his descent, landing gracefully near Aetherius.

"Greetings Aetherius," Dovtoriim said as he slowly approached "What brings so pure a god here, but a short while from a brutal slaughter?" He knew he should not mock Aetherius, but he could not help his nature. "Too late to save the little mortals hmm?" He asked, chuckling softly.

[Dalvius]

Dovtoriim

Dovtoriim flew swiftly through the frigid air. He could almost taste the destruction that beckoned just beyond the storm. It was strange, however, cold and empty, no enjoyment of the kill, no thrill of the chase and no savoring of the kill. Such a waste. Dovtoriim was fast approaching the storm, however, and while he could have tried to dissipate it, he feared this would result in the loss of his quarry. Instead he plunged through the storm, passing through to the clouds. At last he saw his prey, and to his shock it was Aetherius. Aetherius, however, was a "good" god, and so Dovtoriim's curiosity was peaked evermore as to why Aetherius would be so close to a great slaughter of mortals, yet seemed to remain on the fringe. Perhaps he would soon find out. Dovtoriim slowed his descent, landing gracefully near Aetherius.

"Greetings Aetherius," Dovtoriim said as he slowly approached "What brings so pure a god here, but a short while from a brutal slaughter?" He knew he should not mock Aetherius, but he could not help his nature. "Too late to save the little mortals hmm?" He asked, chuckling softly.

"I would send you back into the skies, but I have greater problems than your mocking."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

"Oh, it's simple what I do," spoke Aishmael-Lich, "I collect souls and drain them of their energy, said energy would be then used to power the portal.", "Also, the souls that have been drained are supplanted with a more painful energy to prevent them from dying," continued the mad god, "Those souls would then be tortured to be turned into these creatures that I have made, or to be blunt, Fel."

Making souls into a portal... Seems rather complex. Do souls even have energy? I always thought it was the flesh of the thing that gave ye the energy to do things. Hmm... But, how do you get so many souls? I can maybe kill twenty men a day in some accident before I need a nap, or feel bad about overdoing the whole predator is the prey thing.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

"Oh, it's simple what I do," spoke Aishmael-Lich, "I collect souls and drain them of their energy, said energy would be then used to power the portal.", "Also, the souls that have been drained are supplanted with a more painful energy to prevent them from dying," continued the mad god, "Those souls would then be tortured to be turned into these creatures that I have made, or to be blunt, Fel."

Making souls into a portal... Seems rather complex. Do souls even have energy? I always thought it was the flesh of the thing that gave ye the energy to do things. Hmm... But, how do you get so many souls? I can maybe kill twenty men a day in some accident before I need a nap, or feel bad about overdoing the whole predator is the prey thing.

"Yes, indeed this whole process is complex," spoke Aishmael-Lich in a matter-of-fact tone of voice, "Also, to collect this many souls, a genocide or mass murder must occur in the mortal world, I would then collect those who have died and use their energy to power up the portal.", "Hmm," hummed the mad god, "It seems that my portal is just finishing up, a few minutes from now, this portal shall be activated."

[Ism]

Dovtoriim

Dovtoriim flew swiftly through the frigid air. He could almost taste the destruction that beckoned just beyond the storm. It was strange, however, cold and empty, no enjoyment of the kill, no thrill of the chase and no savoring of the kill. Such a waste. Dovtoriim was fast approaching the storm, however, and while he could have tried to dissipate it, he feared this would result in the loss of his quarry. Instead he plunged through the storm, passing through to the clouds. At last he saw his prey, and to his shock it was Aetherius. Aetherius, however, was a "good" god, and so Dovtoriim's curiosity was peaked evermore as to why Aetherius would be so close to a great slaughter of mortals, yet seemed to remain on the fringe. Perhaps he would soon find out. Dovtoriim slowed his descent, landing gracefully near Aetherius.

"Greetings Aetherius," Dovtoriim said as he slowly approached "What brings so pure a god here, but a short while from a brutal slaughter?" He knew he should not mock Aetherius, but he could not help his nature. "Too late to save the little mortals hmm?" He asked, chuckling softly.

"I would send you back into the skies, but I have greater problems than your mocking."

"Oh such a sting Aetherius! How you wound me my friend, why I would never dream of mocking you!" Dovtoriim replied, purposely poorly faking being hurt. He continued in his normal voice "After all, you are much too stodgy and dull for it to be any fun. But you have yet to answer my question, dear friend. What has brought you here?"

[Dalvius]

"I would send you back into the skies, but I have greater problems than your mocking."

"Oh such a sting Aetherius! How you wound me my friend, why I would never dream of mocking you!" Dovtoriim replied, purposely poorly faking being hurt. He continued in his normal voice "After all, you are much too stodgy and dull for it to be any fun. But you have yet to answer my question, dear friend. What has brought you here?"

"You do not need to know, and I am done talking to you."
He prepared to teleport back to Midnight.

[Ism]

"Oh such a sting Aetherius! How you wound me my friend, why I would never dream of mocking you!" Dovtoriim replied, purposely poorly faking being hurt. He continued in his normal voice "After all, you are much too stodgy and dull for it to be any fun. But you have yet to answer my question, dear friend. What has brought you here?"

"You do not need to know, and I am done talking to you."
He prepared to teleport back to Midnight.

At this rebuke Dovtoriim became enraged. "Well fine then, be a stubborn bore, you're experienced at it anyhow. And to think, I might have helped you, but now you can forget it! You would do well to remember, though, that the next time you start conjuring up your pathetic little storms I might just take more offense!" He spat, and then without waiting for a reply he flew off, and out of spite he beat his wings so strongly that he dissipated Aetherius's storm as he went.

[Kuhlfros]

Arus

The shrouded god shuddered and looked off towards the Great Scale, it had shifted less than a mere millimeter but still Arus could tell and feel it. He knew what it meant, a shift that large would only lead to even larger shifts and the balance of the world will fall, somewhere out there mortals and gods were bringing instability that would usher in chaos, far too much chaos and Arus would have to act if the scale did not balance itself.

He looked down upon the mortal world, searching for a prayer to be made.