A New Pantheon (Deity RP, OOC, Open)

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

So, how does Caelum feel knowing that Mirayeset could change her position at any given point in time? That's sort of the issue with her alignment: she's got fluid morality.

[Acruan]

Is it shady and quiet over there?

Oo shir.....

What, what? >.>

[Faal Lot Himdah]

Oo shir.....

What, what? >.>

Oo shir means oh dear.

[The Seven Archangels]

So, how does Caelum feel knowing that Mirayeset could change her position at any given point in time? That's sort of the issue with her alignment: she's got fluid morality.

Caelum is morally good by choice rather than by domains, which immediately sets him apart from several of the Ichor around here. Mirayeset doesn't have as much choice in the matter as he does. It'd be hard to say what his thoughts are, but suffice to say, he doesn't waste his time with trivial details. Friend, foe, neutral, it's all easily dealt with to a guy like him who goes out of his way to not explicitly harm unless necessary.

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

So, how does Caelum feel knowing that Mirayeset could change her position at any given point in time? That's sort of the issue with her alignment: she's got fluid morality.

Caelum is morally good by choice rather than by domains, which immediately sets him apart from several of the Ichor around here. Mirayeset doesn't have as much choice in the matter as he does. It'd be hard to say what his thoughts are, but suffice to say, he doesn't waste his time with trivial details. Friend, foe, neutral, it's all easily dealt with to a guy like him who goes out of his way to not explicitly harm unless necessary.

Mira's Chaotic Good, her idea is essentially "Justice above all." She, of course, likes the Status Quo, which she perceives as all being right regardless of position. Think about the previous deity rp: if the regular pantheon won the war, but started being draconian, she'd align herself with the Dark Pantheon to solve the issue. Her duty, her preference really, is the Status Quo: by her definition, it is a state lacking conflict, more or less, and generally one that provides serenity in some form (so an effective warlord or draconian laws would be against her values).

she's got fluid morality.

[Illan]

Ashur smiled. "I have been great, yes. And you?" Ashur looked to the man she was with. "Oh, I'm sorry, am I interrupting something?"

"Oh!" She looked behind her to Arkahmis, "Well, sort of, but...not really. All the important stuff got said already...as always, all are welcome here whenever they please. So, what brings you here? Do you seek me, or my chamber?"

All the important stuff got said already

that cold man, that cold

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

"Oh!" She looked behind her to Arkahmis, "Well, sort of, but...not really. All the important stuff got said already...as always, all are welcome here whenever they please. So, what brings you here? Do you seek me, or my chamber?"

All the important stuff got said already

that cold man, that cold

He confessed and she had an excuse to buy time to think it all through.

[New Strausberg]

No one answered my question *pout

[New Strausberg]

No one answered my question *pout

[Acruan]

I cannot keep up to much has been happening rl oh my god xan come one sum up what's happening also if somehas done somthing with Horus please tg me whay it was

I'm pretty terrible at summing things up. :| But basically a pantheon of chaos is being made, someone is gathering a patheon of good guys/anti-chaos and a pantheon of balance is being made too.

What is happening at the mortal realm, is unknown to me. Just a party with important people from places attending. *nodnods* Come on, it isn't even 50 pages Straus, you can read it.

[The NAR]

I cannot keep up to much has been happening rl oh my god xan come one sum up what's happening also if somehas done somthing with Horus please tg me whay it was

I'm pretty terrible at summing things up. :| But basically a pantheon of chaos is being made, someone is gathering a patheon of good guys/anti-chaos and a pantheon of balance is being made too.

What is happening at the mortal realm, is unknown to me. Just a party with important people from places attending. *nodnods* Come on, it isn't even 50 pages Straus, you can read it.

In the mortal realm, the Horde is committing genocide

[Acruan]

I'm pretty terrible at summing things up. :| But basically a pantheon of chaos is being made, someone is gathering a patheon of good guys/anti-chaos and a pantheon of balance is being made too.

What is happening at the mortal realm, is unknown to me. Just a party with important people from places attending. *nodnods* Come on, it isn't even 50 pages Straus, you can read it.

In the mortal realm, the Horde is committing genocide

Oh, yeah. Don't forget to leave orphans behind. *nods* Killing everyone is a waste. You need people to repopulate sometime, so slaughter never ends, right?

*saves that sentence for future use*

[Asterdan]

Hmm... The Draconians give me an idea for a sudden evolution of lizards... Which gives me an idea for a sudden evolution of cats...

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

Hmm... The Draconians give me an idea for a sudden evolution of lizards... Which gives me an idea for a sudden evolution of cats...

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>Pretending you don't know what Skyrim is.

[Asterdan]

Hmm... The Draconians give me an idea for a sudden evolution of lizards... Which gives me an idea for a sudden evolution of cats...

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>Pretending you don't know what Skyrim is.

Now who ever said that? I am shamelessly using the races for my own needs

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

I don't think Ashur gets it. When she says it pains her, she means it. Literally. Physical pain.

Last time, when Caelum died, she screamed out in agony, and could barely walk for like 10 pages.

[The NAR]

I don't think Ashur gets it. When she says it pains her, she means it. Literally. Physical pain.

Last time, when Caelum died, she screamed out in agony, and could barely walk for like 10 pages.

Well Ashur feels the same when his children are getting slaughtered

[Faal Lot Himdah]

>Pretending you don't know what Skyrim is.

Now who ever said that? I am shamelessly using the races for my own needs

Paak

[Illan]

that cold man, that cold

He confessed and she had an excuse to buy time to think it all through.

I won't be able to post for a bit, so that's fine anyway

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

I don't think Ashur gets it. When she says it pains her, she means it. Literally. Physical pain.

Last time, when Caelum died, she screamed out in agony, and could barely walk for like 10 pages.

Well Ashur feels the same when his children are getting slaughtered

Regnum Solarum

Caelum knelt down in front of Hahvulon, trying to comfort his only child. "My son, what matters most is what I have striven to teach you." He tried to say reassuringly. It pained him to see his only child like this.

A darkness began massing around the Sun and in the Palace chamber then, one that seemed to press down on the light and will of the Sun god as the flickers of blackness and shadow became more prominent and even emanated from Caelum in his current elvan form. Caelum stood back up, straight and firm, his expression that of a calm determination and focus that he had always donned when matters were dire, but when he had them within hand. His light and will erupted and tried to combat the shadowy mass.

"You must all depart from here henceforth and forevermore. Do not linger and do not turn back, nor look upon my throne as you leave." He commanded of the gods with a booming voice. "I will fight my last battle, but you all must continue onward for the battles to come. Go now, and know that the prophecies are at hand, and either our greatest disaster or greatest triumphs will accompany us in our final hours!"

His voice echoed from his palace, as the black mass seemed to laugh at Caelum in his endeavors to combat it.
"You cannot stop what is to come, Sun God." It mocked him, but Caelum merely retorted with a powerful outburst of solar wind and golden flames that burned it away and silenced it.

"Go now, and do not return, lest you suffer my fate!" He ordered again, this time his will targetted them and seemed to push them away from the throne and towards the gate of the palace, regardless of what they themselves wanted. Simeltaneously, Caelum's thoughts replied to Vardaelia, and though strained, his presence was overwhelming in response, a symptom of the power he was exerting now.

"Do not approach my throne, for my time has come to an end now. The war you speak of is at hand, and the time of Prophecy has come. Onto thee and the other gods, I give the task of continuing where I cannot."
Caelum spoke, and as he spoke, the Sun in the sky seemed to shake and glow so brightly as to encompass the sky in a whiteness that blinded most everyone. Though within that brightness was a mass of shadow and malevolent presence that many could feel, even mortals who had barely any access to the divine powers of gods.
"You and my brother shall bear my throne in the dark times to come. You will be a shield onto the mortal world and the universe, either unto victory, or unto your dying breath. Do you accept my last command onto you as king of this world and the morning sky?"

In her fear, paralyzing terror, and her sadness, Mirayeset did not think to move. To run. As the shouting and confusion reached her, she knew not what to do. Even having it yelled straight at her, she was frozen in mind and body. It would surely take quite the shake to wake her, and that is exactly what she got. As she was shoved away, like the others, she regained her mind. With all her speed, with all her haste, she made her not-so-great escape back to her own realm.

She entered into the room in which Kyra and Ornara would be assumed to be in. The calming scent of flowers and incense, the pleasant temperature, the beautiful marble, it was all lost to the goddess. She, upon taking a few steps inside the room, collapsed. She fell to her knees, taking deep breaths. Her head was kept low, looking neither in the eye. It is clear something happened, and it was clear that something was bad. Despite this, Mirayeset refused to speak, instead remaining as quiet as she could except for the aforementioned deep breaths. Even still, she was hyperventilating. Now, more than ever, she needed the comforts of her own realm, and yet in a cruel twist of fate could not enjoy a single one. Caelum was dead, or soon to be, and the world was soon to descend into chaos.

Mirayeset clutched her heart with her hands, and gripped very tightly. It was burning, strong and painful, as she recollected the recent events. Grief, worry, longing, it was all there. Her heart burned, and yet her previous fire seemed to have been doused.

Ornara continued watching her sister with concern. Vardaelia had seen just as well as she that Mirayeset had suffered greatly at Caelum’s death, and whilst she insisted that she was recovering, Ornara couldn’t help but wonder how much of it was simply for show. As time went on, more and more Gods arrived in the Nature Goddess’ Realm, answering her summons, and the talk began to grow more directed. Ornara sat in silence, shifting uneasily at the increasing mentions of the Dark Pantheon. She hadn’t told anyone of Hahvulon’s visit to her realm, and his words weighed heavily on her mind.

That was when Hahvulon himself appeared. Ornara’s face lit up immediately, a feeling of relief at having her friend with her. She went to call out to him and draw his attention, to perhaps share some of her concerns with him. Yet, she hesitated as the God glanced around the room, his eyes falling upon Brynja without even pausing over her. Ornara watched as Hahvulon immediately approached the Goddess of Beauty, engaging in quiet conversation. She watched as his face softened, his words lost to her as he confided in Brynja.

“Now tell me, what is this abomination that has sprung up between Gods?”

Ornara bristled as Lodav started with his usual, aggressive mannerisms. She shot daggers towards the God, noticing the look of pure contempt that he had cast in the direction of Hahvulon. So he knows. Why does he not say anything then? Her relationship with the God of Justice and War had always been a hostile one. Ornara longed for freedom and independence, but at every turn Lodav stood as a harbinger of restrictions and repression. What’s more, he seemed to take a sadistic pleasure in enforcing his wills and laws upon others, uncaring for any point of view other than his own. He wielded his power like a whip, stepping upon the backs of those beneath him without a moment’s hesitation.

This explained, in part at least, why when Syreli burst into existence to unleash her verbal tirade of accusations, that Ornara remained silent. She hadn’t seen Caelum die, but trusted her sister’s recollection and felt insulted by the apparent arrogance of the Goddess of Time. Syreli seemed to be driven by an illogical desire to exact vengeance, unable to see that Vardaelia had nothing to gain from slaying her son. Yet, Ornara couldn’t help but think that she made a point. After all, what other than God could even begin to consider slaying one of their kind? She knew not of these Dark Ones and it was not a major stretch of the imagination to suspect the influence of another deity having poisoned the King for their own malicious ends.

Ornara glanced towards Lodav. It would make sense. He constantly sought after more power, to strengthen and consolidate his strangle-hold over them all. Lodav was a fanatic, zealous to the extreme in promoting his values. But why kill Caelum? The obvious answer would be to seize the throne for himself, and yet it was Tengeryel and Vardaelia who had ascended to fill the role and the God of Justice had lent his support. Then why? What could he possibly have gained from this? The Goddess’ eyes widened as a realisation struck her, caught in the midst of Syeli’s increasing aggression. Syeli was quite clearly not thinking, accusing even Mirayeset herself of involvement – which in itself was laughable to even consider. But Ornara could see the lines being drawn, the Gods readying themselves to fight and do battle as anger boiled over, until Vardaelia brought down her wrath. But Ornara was still stunned by what this all meant.

He wants to start a war between the Gods. Vardaelia had called them all here in an attempt to preserve peace, to enable the Pantheons to work together, and yet it was being derailed – sabotaged – by a spark of conflict. Only one among them would benefit from the obstruction of the peace. Lodav, that bastard.
Ornara’s face hardened as Hahvulon stepped forward, declaring his role in the Dark Pantheon. He made an impassioned plea to the rest of those gathered, explaining the necessity of his creation and its peaceful intentions. Ornara felt a pang of jealousy at the mention of Brynja’s involvement however. He created it with her? Hahvulon had not mentioned that when he had visited Ornara before. And the way that he said it, Hahvulon seemed to be unable to treat Brynja as just another member of his Pantheon. The Goddess’ heart skipped slightly as her mind made guesses as the pair’s relationship and how closely they had really been working together. Why would Hahvulon have gone to Brynja for help so early on? He had only told Ornara of his schemes recently, did he not trust her?

“I am with Hahvulon on this.” She announced suddenly, her face set with determination. There was no decision left to be made. All her life, Ornara had been the victim of rules enforced by the Elder Gods, told repeatedly what she could not do or berated for what she did. The consideration of leaving the Pantheon had never truly occurred to her, but the recent events showed her that she had no choice. With Lodav’s growing power in the Pantheon, and some deity launching attacks on her people, Ornara needed to be able to defend them. She stood up and walked over to the God of Fear, showing her support. The Goddess was confident in her actions, feeling that there was no other way to proceed, but she refused to meet the eyes of her sister.

And it should be better that Ornara not look. Within the eyes of the goddess Mirayeset was a distinct pain. It was not pain like she had felt, like she claimed to be recovering from, like one feels in a battle, but instead it was the pain of betrayal. She had heard the Dark Pantheon was dedicated to chaos and destruction, and to hear her own sister side with them- she would not believe it if Ornara had not said it herself. Mirayeset thought of standing up, of telling her sister not to do it, not to join with them, but she could not bring herself to. A combination of the weakness infesting her limbs and the utter shock of the betrayal kept her seated, albeit not so gently.

Mirayeset felt a wetness emanate from her eye, stream down her cheek, and fall onto her lap. In this past hour, so much had gone wrong. Brave Caelum slaughtered by the demon, Mirayeset herself among the accused for it. The gods were on the brink of war. She had managed to uphold a cheerful, or in the least hopeful, demeanor through it all, whether or not it would be a facade. Now, however, this information, this betrayal, had pushed her past the line. It was the last straw, it was the hit that breaks the armor. It may seem to be a good thing to Ornara, but to Mirayeset her joining was the candle which tipped, causing the town to burn. Finally, embracing the emotion, releasing her sadness, it was almost a relief. Had the circumstances been lighter, it most certainly would've. Had she someone to turn to, her sister perhaps, it would have ended with a sweet touch. This might've been the case, but it was not. The difference here was that everything would not turn out okay, and she knew it. She may have to fight her sister, and should it come to it she may have to try to kill her. This thought flashed in her mind, Ornara meeting the tip of a harpoon, and she knew that she could not do it. She could not hurt Ornara so.

To avoid drawing attention to her sad form, she attempted to cover herself more. Her tears came down, but she did all she could to remain silent. Her eyes darted, and the goddess could not help but feel like she was being watched. Even so quiet, she felt as if she drew attention. Mirayeset lowered her head, sank in her seat, and made every attempt to hide within the confines of the fur coat gifted to her by Kyra. There she sat, sunken, hidden, and depressed, hoping to the highest degree that it would all be over soon. She did not hope for death upon herself, for she feared it. No, instead, she hoped that Ornara would repent, that this crude Dark Pantheon would disband, that Ornara would return to her side, and that the inevitable war would cease immediately.

All-in-all, Mirayeset was now as emotionally broken as she was physically. She had been walking along the edge, and this confession had snuck up and, with a heavy hand, delivered a blow to throw her down the cliff. All that was left of the goddess that remained in perfect condition was her mind, sharp as it ever was. That is, in fact, why she had fallen from grace. Her stable mind had caused her such grief over all these rapid occurrences. With time, she would heal both mentally and physically. However, it would be a painful road until then. She only hoped, at this moment, that her sister might not see her cry.

[The NAR]

Well Ashur feels the same when his children are getting slaughtered

In her fear, paralyzing terror, and her sadness, Mirayeset did not think to move. To run. As the shouting and confusion reached her, she knew not what to do. Even having it yelled straight at her, she was frozen in mind and body. It would surely take quite the shake to wake her, and that is exactly what she got. As she was shoved away, like the others, she regained her mind. With all her speed, with all her haste, she made her not-so-great escape back to her own realm.

She entered into the room in which Kyra and Ornara would be assumed to be in. The calming scent of flowers and incense, the pleasant temperature, the beautiful marble, it was all lost to the goddess. She, upon taking a few steps inside the room, collapsed. She fell to her knees, taking deep breaths. Her head was kept low, looking neither in the eye. It is clear something happened, and it was clear that something was bad. Despite this, Mirayeset refused to speak, instead remaining as quiet as she could except for the aforementioned deep breaths. Even still, she was hyperventilating. Now, more than ever, she needed the comforts of her own realm, and yet in a cruel twist of fate could not enjoy a single one. Caelum was dead, or soon to be, and the world was soon to descend into chaos.

Mirayeset clutched her heart with her hands, and gripped very tightly. It was burning, strong and painful, as she recollected the recent events. Grief, worry, longing, it was all there. Her heart burned, and yet her previous fire seemed to have been doused.

And it should be better that Ornara not look. Within the eyes of the goddess Mirayeset was a distinct pain. It was not pain like she had felt, like she claimed to be recovering from, like one feels in a battle, but instead it was the pain of betrayal. She had heard the Dark Pantheon was dedicated to chaos and destruction, and to hear her own sister side with them- she would not believe it if Ornara had not said it herself. Mirayeset thought of standing up, of telling her sister not to do it, not to join with them, but she could not bring herself to. A combination of the weakness infesting her limbs and the utter shock of the betrayal kept her seated, albeit not so gently.

Mirayeset felt a wetness emanate from her eye, stream down her cheek, and fall onto her lap. In this past hour, so much had gone wrong. Brave Caelum slaughtered by the demon, Mirayeset herself among the accused for it. The gods were on the brink of war. She had managed to uphold a cheerful, or in the least hopeful, demeanor through it all, whether or not it would be a facade. Now, however, this information, this betrayal, had pushed her past the line. It was the last straw, it was the hit that breaks the armor. It may seem to be a good thing to Ornara, but to Mirayeset her joining was the candle which tipped, causing the town to burn. Finally, embracing the emotion, releasing her sadness, it was almost a relief. Had the circumstances been lighter, it most certainly would've. Had she someone to turn to, her sister perhaps, it would have ended with a sweet touch. This might've been the case, but it was not. The difference here was that everything would not turn out okay, and she knew it. She may have to fight her sister, and should it come to it she may have to try to kill her. This thought flashed in her mind, Ornara meeting the tip of a harpoon, and she knew that she could not do it. She could not hurt Ornara so.

To avoid drawing attention to her sad form, she attempted to cover herself more. Her tears came down, but she did all she could to remain silent. Her eyes darted, and the goddess could not help but feel like she was being watched. Even so quiet, she felt as if she drew attention. Mirayeset lowered her head, sank in her seat, and made every attempt to hide within the confines of the fur coat gifted to her by Kyra. There she sat, sunken, hidden, and depressed, hoping to the highest degree that it would all be over soon. She did not hope for death upon herself, for she feared it. No, instead, she hoped that Ornara would repent, that this crude Dark Pantheon would disband, that Ornara would return to her side, and that the inevitable war would cease immediately.

All-in-all, Mirayeset was now as emotionally broken as she was physically. She had been walking along the edge, and this confession had snuck up and, with a heavy hand, delivered a blow to throw her down the cliff. All that was left of the goddess that remained in perfect condition was her mind, sharp as it ever was. That is, in fact, why she had fallen from grace. Her stable mind had caused her such grief over all these rapid occurrences. With time, she would heal both mentally and physically. However, it would be a painful road until then. She only hoped, at this moment, that her sister might not see her cry.

Regardless, Ashur needs her help

[The Ik Ka Ek Akai]

Regardless, Ashur needs her help

Which is why she agreed.

[Jorliefstreiken]

Yeah, he's speaking in Dragon (from Elder Scrolls, specifically Skyrim. I'm just pretending like I know what he's saying, sh....)

Dovah'zul. That's the correct name. And you were failing at pretending.

My nations name is in Dovah'zul by the way.

I read somewhere that Dovahzull is a modified dialect of norwegian

[The NAR]

WHO'S NEXT

[Acruan]

WHO'S NEXT

Not me~ Please~