Gods of Farhiem [IC/Open]

[Dalvius]

"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.

"If you did not bother me the way you had, I might've been more friendly."
Aetherius teleported away in a bolt of purple lightning, wondering to himself if one other God could help him against Xochakiun.

[Vanquaria]

Citadel of Doom

Flames swept through the obsidian floor hallway of the fortress. Literally. The figure emanated flames from his body as it strode along. It had always bothered him slightly though because he knew that the element of fire was infused with the essence of a god, a Highborn to be precise and even though he did not know the name of the Highborn because he was only a ''waking up'' when he witnessed their fall it still nudged him from time to time.

But fire was the element which best represented the nature of Chaos, the complete unpredictability and disarray of the potentially destructive flames was why he chose to incorporate the element into this form.

He had exited his room where he spent occasional time studying, learning about the secrets of the universe. He would always remember the first time he opened his eyes. He would always remember the first and only time he felt fear. He would always remember the fall of the Highborns and he would always remember when he discovered who he was; a god.

It was not usual for gods to be known by many identities. He was one of the unusual ones.

The humans called him; Satan. The Elves wrote his name as ‘’Hades’’. Ancient Dwarfish carvings spoke of Sauron. But there was only one name that this god would accept; Khorne.

Khorne was the first word he had heard. He never identified the booming, deep voice who uttered the 6 letters but it meant something to him. But back to topic had ventured once into the mortal realm to fix everything up concerning his name. For some reason mortals ran away screaming from his chosen mortal form…

Only warriors and soldiers got his name right. They worshipped him and sacrificed to him. Such things made him satisfied thus the granting of powers to aid them in their battles and wars. Now countless armies had gotten in on the act, how the word spread he had no idea but he was now giving blessings to every army meaning the battlefield was equal. Somehow he swore things returned to being balanced so quickly it was as if some supernatural force or organisation was behind it all…he waved such thoughts away as madness.

Approaching a transparent glass wall Khorne, God of Chaos and War, gazed out across his realm.

Armies of daemons whipped the backs of even larger hordes of chained beings from all sorts of races. Elves, Orcs even the occasional demigod you name it! This was the most dreaded realm in the universe after all.

Khorne named it the ‘Pit’ because he thought it sounded lovely. Now it had become synonymous with eternal damnation...Khorne knew that was basically what happens to mortals who wound up here but it did not mean the permanent marking of negativity!

This realm is Hell. No joke it is Hell! Or as the oh so proper Elves call, the Underworld. The first fellow god Khorne had ever met was believe it or not his polar opposite or natural enemy. The two actually did not become hostile towards each other which was good because it lead to the changing of nature itself by the combined Chaos and Order gods. That’s why souls will after death steadily set course for the realms of gods of Order and those judged sinful by the Book were thrown down to Hell.

This was how the afterlife of the present came to be. Screams were clear and constant in Hell. Looking up the god saw the floating sub-realms of the other gods that resided in Hell. Truly there was never a place like this where the most evil beings gathered.

Khorne broke off from his gaze and opened the palm of his hand. Manipulating Chaos energy ,without even uttering a spell for Khorne was Chaos energy itself, on his hand a crimson, glowing orb slowly appeared. The god’s eyes glowed as he looked through into the mortal realm.

Khorne saw Farheim through the eyes of thousands of Harvesters that had successfully infiltrated into mortal bodies and minds. What he saw pleased him immensely. Chaos reigned over Order in parts of the world. His daemonic servants possessed the bodies of weak minded humans and were doing their master’s will. That included the killing of innocents and preaching the corrupting religion of Khorne the War God and his promised blessings for success in the battlefield to whole armies of warriors or in some cases the religion of Satan to people who had lost faith in their patron god or their failing governments.

‘Good…good’, the deep, ominous voice of the ancient god muttered as he continued to observe. Steadily the age-old balance between Chaos and Order was being tipped; Ragnarok was coming, all the warning signs were there.
Khorne’s Harvesters did not just possess anyone. It was often people with authority and power. Generals of armies, wealthy businessmen, close advisors to emperors and kings and if they were extremely lucky the kings themselves. It was not simple to take control over the minds and bodies of victims though which was why Harvesters would either attempt to quietly enter the minds of their victims without being felt and through the decades inch their demonic influence or they would target the babies of people in power for the more fresh and empty a mind is the better.

The whole plan had been ongoing for centuries. Khorne was not always this way, he had always been a chaotic god as was his nature but he never sought to disrupt the Chaos and Order balance…until now As his power grew tremendously from every battle since humans picked up a stone to Elven empires destroying rival Elven empires he had come to the realisation that Order was but a pathetic concept. Mortals needed and desired Chaos, it was what they were. Khorne had witnessed so many governments that instilled order eventually be destroyed but war? War never changes.

Khorne saw then a Farheim where there was only chaos, nothing else. The seasons would be in disarray, oceans would rise onto land and gods and mortals alike were locked in eternal combat. It would be the perfect world; everything would fulfil their most primitive chaotic emotions and behaviour.

His daemonic hordes had trained under the god of war for so many years. They thirsted for only the taste of blood. Khorne was to satisfy their desires for right now Harvester demons were leading great cultist movements in multiple remote locations across Farheim, preparing numerous ancient and very dark rituals that would see the beginning of a portal that would connect Farheim to the most dreaded realm, Hell with other Harvester demons working in the possessed bodies of mortals in power to ensure they are protected and that the mortal race's attentions are kept on the ensuing wars of the land.

Khorne turned his eyes down on the capital of the daemons, Mordor, which was below the Citadel of Doom. Already he could see through the eyes of a Bloodletter that another couple thousand unfortunate souls that had been sentenced to eternal damnation appear in the great caverns. The mortals did not know what evil awaited them in the shadows…

Boiling blood began raining down once more onto the obsidian and ruby-encrusted walls of the Citadel. The millions of impaled mortals that had been writhing in screaming agony for over a hundred years ,because sadly for them the dead cannot die again in Hell, screamed even louder if that was even possible. The daemons that guarded the Citadel erupted in raucous laughter while Beholder demons hovered about, watching closely the only entrance and exit of their master's fortress in the centre of the great realm.

Everything was destined to fall into Chaos.

[New Roman Empire]

Clique

Clique came to the royal district of the capital city, many nobles from the Empire were roaming around. Some of them, of course, were benevolent and other were well not as kind. Though Clique loved to be in the mortal realm rather than the godly plane, he always tried to be laissez-faire with the mortals as much as he could. Then there was a sound of people running towards him, it was several guards chasing a man who was wearing tattered clothing. But the clothing was a deep red and his hands had red on them as well. So I see that one had murdered someone, well at least the guards are chasing him. He wouldn't be able to outrun them for very long, sooner or later he would have to get tired. After watching the group disappear, he continued to walk to the palace.

[White Bluff]

Adea
Adea stretches as she gets up, she meticulously gets dressed in fine silks then walks over to the balcony of her palace that's in Felis. She looks over her world, but her people come to mind, on how few of them see this world, even in dreams her world a rare sight, only the most skilled priestesses see it in dreams.
"Maybe I'll go today, see how my people are doing."
She changes into her elf form, and opens a portal to Neuval, walks though and is in the market, she can smell the fresh fish and deer that is being sold, she can hear children in the street running, playing, laughing. She sees merchants peddle their wears, calling out to passing people in hopes people will stop and buy something. She remembers how this city started out, an abandoned ringfort full of children, but now it is a city, built over the last few hundred years, the stone ringfort still exist however, it is the heart of the city, were the Royal family resides. There are new stone walls around the city also, built within the last hundred years. Without her this people would not be alive, without her their ancestors would not have lived. Adea snaps out of it as she walks down the main street, past her temple, the large wooden building has lions at the end of the steps and beside the doors. But she pushes on, she is headed to the inner gate, the entrance to the ringfort.

[Dalvius]

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.

Behind him, a blue shadow materialized. To the mortals and lesser demons around, looking at it would be painful, but to everyone else, it wouldn't be. The figure had a hood on, with strands of blue energy waving from the hood. Although not many could tell, it was Aetherius, the god of purity and protection, as well as being considered among many religions as, in a way, being the patron god of good-spiritedness.

"Arus."

[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.

Behind him, a blue shadow materialized. To the mortals and lesser demons around, looking at it would be painful, but to everyone else, it wouldn't be. The figure had a hood on, with strands of blue energy waving from the hood. Although not many could tell, it was Aetherius, the god of purity and protection, as well as being considered among many religions as, in a way, being the patron god of good-spiritedness.

"Arus."

Arus

Arus slowly turned to find who had appeared behind him and then turned back away to presume his watch but said flatly
"Aetherius, a rare sight, you must have a reason for coming here..."

As he said this Retribution materialized into a bow and he drew back the shadowy bow and it's arrow of blue flame and let it fly, soaring through the air for it's target, a person whom had far too much good luck granted to them, with a strike of an arrow, bad luck would follow them and balance his own fate.

[Dalvius]

Behind him, a blue shadow materialized. To the mortals and lesser demons around, looking at it would be painful, but to everyone else, it wouldn't be. The figure had a hood on, with strands of blue energy waving from the hood. Although not many could tell, it was Aetherius, the god of purity and protection, as well as being considered among many religions as, in a way, being the patron god of good-spiritedness.

"Arus."

Arus

Arus slowly turned to find who had appeared behind him and then turned back away to presume his watch but said flatly
"Aetherius, a rare sight, you must have a reason for coming here..."

As he said this Retribution materialized into a bow and he drew back the shadowy bow and it's arrow of blue flame and let it fly, soaring through the air for it's target, a person whom had far too much good luck granted to them, with a strike of an arrow, bad luck would follow them and balance his own fate.

"Indeed. You of all must know that there is a shift in balance."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

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."

A portal.... a portal... if your a god, yes, why do you need such fancy schmancy things as portals running on the power of souls to do... something.

[Kuhlfros]

Arus

Arus slowly turned to find who had appeared behind him and then turned back away to presume his watch but said flatly
"Aetherius, a rare sight, you must have a reason for coming here..."

As he said this Retribution materialized into a bow and he drew back the shadowy bow and it's arrow of blue flame and let it fly, soaring through the air for it's target, a person whom had far too much good luck granted to them, with a strike of an arrow, bad luck would follow them and balance his own fate.

"Indeed. You of all must know that there is a shift in balance."

"All too well," He nodded sagely then said, "I assume you have knowledge or relation to this shift of balance if you are coming to me?"

[Dalvius]

"Indeed. You of all must know that there is a shift in balance."

"All too well," He nodded sagely then said, "I assume you have knowledge or relation to this shift of balance if you are coming to me?"

"To divulge this knowledge and to ask for help. Xochakiun almost took my Catalyst from me, and gained a small amount of power from it. He has grown stronger, I grow weaker, and he now seeks to render the Black Ice Wastes into undeath. This, however, has only been one event which shifted the eternal balance. I sense others happening now."

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

"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."

A portal.... a portal... if your a god, yes, why do you need such fancy schmancy things as portals running on the power of souls to do... something.

"Seriously my relative?" the mad god spoke in a incredulous tone, with an eyebrow arched, "I need to create this portal in order to get to the mortal realm, I can't teleport my hordes there in a snap!", "Oh, the portal has been activated," spoke the insane god, "We have to go and conquer now."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

A portal.... a portal... if your a god, yes, why do you need such fancy schmancy things as portals running on the power of souls to do... something.

"Seriously my relative?" the mad god spoke in a incredulous tone, with an eyebrow arched, "I need to create this portal in order to get to the mortal realm, I can't teleport my hordes there in a snap!", "Oh, the portal has been activated," spoke the insane god, "We have to go and conquer now."

Tylith looks away, knowing its probably best he leave.
"Ill be seeing you... after you do your whole conquering thing... Ta!" and with that he sprints out of the room.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

"Seriously my relative?" the mad god spoke in a incredulous tone, with an eyebrow arched, "I need to create this portal in order to get to the mortal realm, I can't teleport my hordes there in a snap!", "Oh, the portal has been activated," spoke the insane god, "We have to go and conquer now."

Tylith looks away, knowing its probably best he leave.
"Ill be seeing you... after you do your whole conquering thing... Ta!" and with that he sprints out of the room.

"See you soon to half brother," whispered Aishmael-Lich, "I hope I don't genocide all my fellow relatives...". The mad god changed into his formidable dragon of ice form, and he inhaled as much sulfuric air he could inhale, and then, he let out a ear disintegrating roar that could be heard all the way to the edges of whatever was the greater realm. Almost all the Fel faced him, those who didn't were busy with the 'creation' of more Fel. Meanwhile, those who heeded the call ran towards the portal, they trampled and hit each other whilst running to the portal, they entered the doorway to the mortal realm, with each entry brightening the sickly green and blood red lights of the portal. In the mortal realm in the Fel Lands, hordes upon hordes of Fel in all shapes and sizes possible came out of the mortal side of the portal, Aishmael-Lich in his human form, entered the mortal realm, and with all his might, he built the hordes a large citadel.

[Kuhlfros]

"All too well," He nodded sagely then said, "I assume you have knowledge or relation to this shift of balance if you are coming to me?"

"To divulge this knowledge and to ask for help. Xochakiun almost took my Catalyst from me, and gained a small amount of power from it. He has grown stronger, I grow weaker, and he now seeks to render the Black Ice Wastes into undeath. This, however, has only been one event which shifted the eternal balance. I sense others happening now."

Arus
" I see" he said quietly and began to ponder for a moment, mumbling, "If things were in greater unbalance I could grant a Spirit of Vengeance upon you to strengthen you until you retrieve your catalyst...."

He continued to think to himself before saying, "The best I can do for now is shift the balance in favor of the living on that continent when the time comes that they attack...you should speak to Dovtoriim on using weather to slow his undead down in the wastes...otherwise the best to do is give signs to the mortals of the impending doom and urge them to defend..."

[Dalvius]

"To divulge this knowledge and to ask for help. Xochakiun almost took my Catalyst from me, and gained a small amount of power from it. He has grown stronger, I grow weaker, and he now seeks to render the Black Ice Wastes into undeath. This, however, has only been one event which shifted the eternal balance. I sense others happening now."

Arus
" I see" he said quietly and began to ponder for a moment, mumbling, "If things were in greater unbalance I could grant a Spirit of Vengeance upon you to strengthen you until you retrieve your catalyst...."

He continued to think to himself before saying, "The best I can do for now is shift the balance in favor of the living on that continent when the time comes that they attack...you should speak to Dovtoriim on using weather to slow his undead down in the wastes...otherwise the best to do is give signs to the mortals of the impending doom and urge them to defend..."

"I can deal with the mortals myself, and grant them the power of noctomancy to fight against Xochakiun's undead army. However, I came to ask for help on something else. I hope you know that the Equilibrium is the perfect example of balance between good and evil, a dark God and a light God forever destined to fight each other and keep each other in check for eternity. If Xochakiun broke the ancient destiny between us...balance will soon shift into chaos, with evil reigning supreme. I came to ask you for help in maintaining this balance, as I care not about my wellbeing, but the mortals of the world."

Aetherius, in his hand, generated a sphere of energy. This sphere was divided between a blue side and a purple side, blue being Aetherius and purple being Xochakiun. The purple side was beginning to overcome the blue side.

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Being a god of many shapes, you would think Tylith would simply become a bird or a large cat, or at least something other than an old man. But, in contrast to what you might think, he did not. Being the old man he is, running a significant distance from one dimension to the other would be absolutely exhausting. Such, that after jumping through a window at the house of Arus, he collapsed in exaustion next to the throne, waiting for Arus to get there. It was only then that he took the form of a male fox, panting its tong halfway out of his mouth.

[Dalvius]

Tlaris, Black Ice Wastes
The battle between the mortal armies of Aetherius and the new, undead legion of Xochakiun begun. Aetherius had sent his army of cultists towards the Black Ice Wastes in the far, far northern part of it to retrieve his Catalyst's energy back and to shatter the remains of Xochakiun's influence.

The undead army was...different from when the attack on the Catalyst occurred in the large village. They were now demonic, pitch black with wrinkled skin and protrusions coming from their shoulders and head, pointing backwards and resembling demonic horns. These undead Warriors were infused with Entropic, the strange and eldritch power that acts as the ultimate base of Shadowrend, Xochakiun's own world.

However the cultists attempted to sneak past, seeing as how they were easily outnumbered. One cultists, unfortunately, caused a loud crack on the ice he was walking on and caused the undead to look at the cultist. As the undead charged, the sky began turning to a pitch black and revealed an incomprehensible view of a realm not seen by many in a long, long time.

Iniquity.

The rest of the sky turned black and became crystalline and spatial. An ominous choir of ethereal voices echoed throughout the area, as a dark power began to seep into the very fabric of the land around them. To the rare few that knew it in the cult, it was Kenòmancy, the deadly, eldritch magic of a long dead God.
This God was not dead, it seemed.

This place was under Tlaris' control now.

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As the mortals and even the undead stopped in their tracks, looking around in curiosity and fear, the choir turned into a demonic roar. The ground exploded, sending shards around them. The shards stopped in their place and froze in time. From the thousands of shards, formed the body of Tlaris, a incomprehensible view for mortals. The parts of the cult that saw him shielded their eyes from Tlaris, as gazing on his form caused pain in the eyes. A warrior, stupidly brave, ran at Tlaris with an obsidian spear - which broke and turned into ash on contact with the god. Tlaris looked at the warrior, who tried to flee before being turned into a bloodied pile.

Tlaris turned around and waved his "hand" at the undead, which were blown into ash. Tlaris turned back towards the cultists.

"Bow."

Many of the cultists did. Those who didn't, and resisted Tlaris...were left alone. Those who bowed were destroyed by Tlaris, who used a blast of Kenòmantic power to dimensionally crush them. The three cultists who refused to bow, one of them the cultist leader, still did not bow and tried not to look. Tlaris teleported to them, levitating himself and a lot of debris into the air.
Tlaris flooded the leader's mind with nightmarish images, trying to break him down. He then sent an image of the Catalyst and it's Wielder into his mind.

"Where? Tell."
[/i]"I-I'll never tell...demon!"[/i]

Tlaris, with a wave of his hand, cracked his neck and broke it apart. Tlaris went to the next and did the same. He did not tell either, causing Tlaris to wave his hand and rend him into scraps. Tlaris went to the last.

"Mortality attained, mortality ceased under your 'God's' false influence. Tell, or experience true terror."

The man, fearful of being sent to Iniquity like he believed his two brethren did, spoke.

"Midnight, the realm of Aetherius..."

"Excellent."

Tlaris waved his hands again, resurrecting the two. However they seemed...off. Demonic fire was in their souls and eyes, warped by Tlaris.

"Bow to me. The infinite ruler. King of dimensions unseen."

The Warriors, their souls broken, bowed in command. Tlaris pointed to each of them, one by one.

"Warrior, demoralize, destroy. Leader, terrorize, madden. Archer, obey, extinguish."

The Warriors, chosen this way as that's what they were before meeting Tlaris, did not say a word. Tlaris pointed his hand at each of them, infusing them with eldritch energy, Kenòmancy. They grew in size and power, and were broken even further - the remains replaced with loyalty to Tlaris. They grew demonic horns and deadly abilities. Tlaris renamed them.

"Vanguards. Warrior, Saltunin. Leader, Thilaseakan. Archer, Kanadzaen. Destroy in my name of the Eternal God."

They nodded, and vanished alongside Tlaris back to Iniquity. The area was turned to normal, except for four scorch marks where the Vanguards and Tlaris left. The undead were ripped apart and most were completely or mostly turned to ash. The cultists were left either dead, bloodied messes or gibbering madmen, who couldn't handle Tlaris' form.

To the Gods that came, the space would still be heavy with Kenòmantic energy.

[Kuhlfros]

Arus
" I see" he said quietly and began to ponder for a moment, mumbling, "If things were in greater unbalance I could grant a Spirit of Vengeance upon you to strengthen you until you retrieve your catalyst...."

He continued to think to himself before saying, "The best I can do for now is shift the balance in favor of the living on that continent when the time comes that they attack...you should speak to Dovtoriim on using weather to slow his undead down in the wastes...otherwise the best to do is give signs to the mortals of the impending doom and urge them to defend..."

"I can deal with the mortals myself, and grant them the power of noctomancy to fight against Xochakiun's undead army. However, I came to ask for help on something else. I hope you know that the Equilibrium is the perfect example of balance between good and evil, a dark God and a light God forever destined to fight each other and keep each other in check for eternity. If Xochakiun broke the ancient destiny between us...balance will soon shift into chaos, with evil reigning supreme. I came to ask you for help in maintaining this balance, as I care not about my wellbeing, but the mortals of the world."

Aetherius, in his hand, generated a sphere of energy. This sphere was divided between a blue side and a purple side, blue being Aetherius and purple being Xochakiun. The purple side was beginning to overcome the blue side.

Arus
"That was a question you knew already the answer too, I must restore balance and you have my word to assist in such endeavors-" Arus felt another shudder, followed by a signal
"There is more chaos occuring out in the Black Wastes...something dire...but also, what is Tylith doing back in my home?"

He entered his throne room to find Tylith as a fox, "You, must you always enter like this, you cause great distress to my Dirae when you break into my home, and annoyance from myself, I have a door for a reason you must know."

[Dalvius]

"I can deal with the mortals myself, and grant them the power of noctomancy to fight against Xochakiun's undead army. However, I came to ask for help on something else. I hope you know that the Equilibrium is the perfect example of balance between good and evil, a dark God and a light God forever destined to fight each other and keep each other in check for eternity. If Xochakiun broke the ancient destiny between us...balance will soon shift into chaos, with evil reigning supreme. I came to ask you for help in maintaining this balance, as I care not about my wellbeing, but the mortals of the world."

Aetherius, in his hand, generated a sphere of energy. This sphere was divided between a blue side and a purple side, blue being Aetherius and purple being Xochakiun. The purple side was beginning to overcome the blue side.

Arus
"That was a question you knew already the answer too, I must restore balance and you have my word to assist in such endeavors-" Arus felt another shudder, followed by a signal
"There is more chaos occuring out in the Black Wastes...something dire...but also, what is Tylith doing back in my home?"

He entered his throne room to find Tylith as a fox, "You, must you always enter like this, you cause great distress to my Dirae when you break into my home, and annoyance from myself, I have a door for a reason you must know."

"Hm...I feel it too...an old enemy of mine that I can't remember......Anyhow. In his defense, I did not use this door."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

"I can deal with the mortals myself, and grant them the power of noctomancy to fight against Xochakiun's undead army. However, I came to ask for help on something else. I hope you know that the Equilibrium is the perfect example of balance between good and evil, a dark God and a light God forever destined to fight each other and keep each other in check for eternity. If Xochakiun broke the ancient destiny between us...balance will soon shift into chaos, with evil reigning supreme. I came to ask you for help in maintaining this balance, as I care not about my wellbeing, but the mortals of the world."

Aetherius, in his hand, generated a sphere of energy. This sphere was divided between a blue side and a purple side, blue being Aetherius and purple being Xochakiun. The purple side was beginning to overcome the blue side.

Arus
"That was a question you knew already the answer too, I must restore balance and you have my word to assist in such endeavors-" Arus felt another shudder, followed by a signal
"There is more chaos occuring out in the Black Wastes...something dire...but also, what is Tylith doing back in my home?"

He entered his throne room to find Tylith as a fox, "You, must you always enter like this, you cause great distress to my Dirae when you break into my home, and annoyance from myself, I have a door for a reason you must know."

Still as a fox, panting heavily, he looked up at Arus, eyes filled with distress.

"The *heavy panting* lich Aishmael *more heavy panting* sent like a bigillion demons into the mortals realm. I, running here as fast as an old man can run, thought you might like to know this. As, i'm not too sure the mortal earth ran by demons is your idea of "balance". Plus, demons are terrible for the natural order of life, all that killing for killings sake, not a very nice thing."

He then stands up, now back in his usual older shaman form, looking incredibly tired.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Fel Lands, The Horde

All the small but terrible and the medium sized but horrible Fel were finally out of the portal, and they were constructing multiple structures like a Fel Creation chamber. All this would happen in the citadel of blood red and black that Aishmael-Lich called a forward operations base. Aishmael was simply on the topmost spire of his citadel, overlooking the construction of all the buildings. "Aah," the mad god sighed, "This is a perfect day, now I shall conquer to the Pale Tower.", the insane god chuckled, all he had to do was do that same boring waiting game, but since everything was in order, it seems that it was worth it.

[Dalvius]

Arus
"That was a question you knew already the answer too, I must restore balance and you have my word to assist in such endeavors-" Arus felt another shudder, followed by a signal
"There is more chaos occuring out in the Black Wastes...something dire...but also, what is Tylith doing back in my home?"

He entered his throne room to find Tylith as a fox, "You, must you always enter like this, you cause great distress to my Dirae when you break into my home, and annoyance from myself, I have a door for a reason you must know."

Still as a fox, panting heavily, he looked up at Arus, eyes filled with distress.

"The *heavy panting* lich Aishmael *more heavy panting* sent like a bigillion demons into the mortals realm. I, running here as fast as an old man can run, thought you might like to know this. As, i'm not too sure the mortal earth ran by demons is your idea of "balance". Plus, demons are terrible for the natural order of life, all that killing for killings sake, not a very nice thing."

He then stands up, now back in his usual older shaman form, looking incredibly tired.

Aetherius growled.
"By normal standards, I would be a demon."

[Saxony-Brandenburg]

Still as a fox, panting heavily, he looked up at Arus, eyes filled with distress.

"The *heavy panting* lich Aishmael *more heavy panting* sent like a bigillion demons into the mortals realm. I, running here as fast as an old man can run, thought you might like to know this. As, i'm not too sure the mortal earth ran by demons is your idea of "balance". Plus, demons are terrible for the natural order of life, all that killing for killings sake, not a very nice thing."

He then stands up, now back in his usual older shaman form, looking incredibly tired.

Aetherius growled.
"By normal standards, I would be a demon."

Tylith dismissively says before growing extremely nervous:

"Honestly, i don't care. Arus! A lich king is LITERALLY TAKING OVER THE WORLD!"

Tylith then begins to pace rapidly around. Wiping the immense amount of sweat upon his brow.

[New Communist and Socialist Unions]

Fel Lands, The Horde

A few hours after his overview of the entire citadel, which was 99.9% done. Due to this fact he instructed a nearby Fel to blow the horn for Conquest, and that Fel did as such. The abomination was finally in the horn room, and he placed his mouth over a overly jagged horn that had engravings that none could decipher. A minute of breathing in later, a massive and guttural version of the noise that a horn makes blew all over the citadel, and those ready for combat organized and sprinted off. The direction was to the Pale Tower.

[Chaos Wasteland]

The Grand Hall
Husgard

Ulric did not care for the politics and petty quarrels of the other gods. He sat on his throne in his Grand Hall in Husgard, thinking of how he might avoid such things. However, now was not the time, he decided. His hall was empty except for the holy beings that were his courtiers. The tables were covered with platters and hot meals. The wilderness outside teemed with game. He would not see it all go to waste.

He stood up from his throne and began strolling down the hall. His followers would surely begin arriving anytime. The Teutogen were fighters, after all.

Ulricsberg
Teutogen Kingdom

"GRONHUDS!"

King Emil Valgeir, who had just been crowned, had returned to his capital after a tour of the kingdom to find it besieged by spider-riding goblins, which the Teutogen referred to as "Gronhuds". Naturally, this made the new king very unhappy. Fortunately, he had been travelling with a force that, combined with Ulricsberg's defenders, could turn the tide in the favor of the Teutogen.

Valgeir's steed slowly trotted across the front of his army as he sit atop it. As his horse paced, he gave a speech to his men.

"Sons of Ulric, Men of Ulricsberg, brave Teutogen all, hear me! As we return home, we find that it is not at peace! We find that the foolish Gronhuds have the audacity to attack the city of Ulric! We find that they wish to take Ulric's mountain away from us! They will find that the sons of Ulric WILL NOT ALLOW IT! They will find that the men of the Teutogen people will NEVER yield, will NEVER surrender! They will find that we, Ulric's people will stain the land red with blood before we allow our lands to be stolen and plundered! They will find that every village they pillage, every town they raid, every city they besiege, will cost them dearly! They will find that the Teutogen people will show no mercy!"

Valgeir then ordered his army to advance into battle. Valgeir's frontline was made up of several lines of shield-bearing spearmen with a mass of swordsmen and axemen just to their backs. At his flanks were the heavy troops- berserkers, longswordsmen, and elite, fully armored axemen. Farther out to the sides were his cavalry, made up of knights of the Holy Teutogen Order, who were fiercely pious members of the Ulrican Church.

As his entire army advanced, several waves of Gronhuds were sent smashing into the frontline. The spears at the front impaled many of the attackers, while the swordsmen and axemen rushed forward to cut down the remaining enemies. As they neared the main Gronhud force which had been besieging the city, Valgeir gave the order to charge. The spearmen impaled whichever Gronhuds they could manage to charge into. Swordsmen and axemen rushed to the front and cut down the rest of the enemy's front. Meanwhile, the heavy troops ripped and tore at the sides of the enemy's more frontal forces. The Teutogen Knights rode around to the enemy's far flank and harried them. Slowly, the Gronhud force began to disintegrate. What was once a huge mob is now smaller, isolated groups. Whatever Gronhuds could manage an escape retreated. Valgeir's forces then forced the remainder of the Gronhud forces against the walls of Ulricsberg, and slaughtered them there. After an hour, the Teutogen stood victorious, thrusting their weapons into the air above them and cheering for the victory.

Shortly after, the people of Ulricsberg opened the gates for their king.