Fantasy CLOSED The Final Game: A Story of Selenia

Gods Realm

Huitzilopochtli surveyed the empty chamber. The other gods had yet to return and the chamber was quiet, the only sound was faint, coming from the map still laying on the table. His eyes blazed as he considered what those who had decided to take part in his little game were doing. Some had died, some had simply played the game and were waiting to see what happened, and some…he was sure that they were actively collaborating to stop him.

The sound of hummingbirds darting in and out intruded on his thoughts. His little helpers filled him in on what those he suspected were doing. Standing slowly, with a grunt, worn from the battle so far, he turned to face the seal behind his seat. “You…you had to return, had to interfere…” he muttered as his eyes saw what lay beneath his seal, a sela he’d had to meticulously reapply so none would think or remember what was under his.

Behind him there were repeated soft sounds of air imploding. Turning around his eyes hardened even more as he took in the assemblage of beings that were now lounging around the chamber, leaning on walls, slumped in chairs, leaning against tables. “And you are…?” he asked coldly.

One, leaning over a massive sword whose tip was pressed between a pair of flagstones, smiled coldly, “Oh you should know exactly who we are. But…none of us should be here, we should have returned to our Father.” he said in a low tone.

Huitzil’s headdress shivered as a smile crossed his face. “The Captains, I presume…”

A second man, a blue gem rolling between his fingers, snorted and looked up at him, “Got it in one, oh Chief of the Gods.” His hand rotated, the blue gem flicked from his hand, shooting through the air. It made a distinctly metallic sound when it hit the seal behind Huitzil’s throne, a brilliant blue light encompassed the seal before the gem shot back to the man’s hand.

The flash had stripped the shield of Huitzil’s embossed seal, revealing the true, unadulterated symbol beneath. When it did, all those who’d arrived came to their feet, eyes blazing as growls erupted from them all.



A glowing green staff appeared in the hand of one, the tip pointed at the seal, “The Progenitors…” he hissed out.

Huitzil held up a hand, “I have forced all the gods to either deny their existence or forget them entirely. The Champions are not prepared for you or the Destructor.” he said with a toothy, dark smile. “So…we just need to return you to the surface and the grands made a mistake sending you to this room. Simply touch the map and you’ll return.”

The various beings glanced at the table, confusion and doubt in their features. Slowly they gathered around the table, each reaching out to the map that lay there. As they did none noticed as Huitzil stepped back from the table, moving to a distant corner of the chamber.

Shrieks and wails rose as the beings touched the map, their human appearances vanishing like a soap bubble before each vanished in a flash of writhing black and white light.

Huitzil chuckled, “The Grands never fail to make things interesting. The Captains did return to Selenia but I gather it will be some time before they regain the strength that was just sapped from them.”

TAG: None in particular

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Near Hephaestus’s Forge, Gods Realm

The doors to Ma’at’s Hall opened slowly, pushed by what resolved into the heads of two massive dogs. The two heads turned to face Ma’at, Samhain, and Aboleth, eyes glowing like the heart of a forge. They padded into the Hall, smoke and heat radiating from their bodies. When they reached the dais with the thrones they squatted on their haunches, looking up at the three gods.

A loud bark came from the larger of the two before a cough and then a weirdly modulated voice, “I have sent my guard dogs to assist you, to reach Selenia.” The voice was that of Hephaestus himself, the god of the forge. “Follow them and they will guide you to the Hidden Ways.”

The dogs returned to their feet, heads bobbing before they turned, walking to the back of Ma’at’s Hall. One stepped on a small flagstone by the back wall, a small section of the back wall clicked and rotated open. The smaller one turned its snout to face the gods, bobbing its head again as it barked. It took a moment for the three gods to get over the initial shock of the dogs appearance and the words from their fellow god before they followed the beasts.

The hidden exit led them into what was initially a darkened tunnel. But, once they stepped foot inside recessed torches flared to life. As they passed each torch the light flickered and went out, leaving the path behind dark, the door in the Hall closing behind. The path led through the bowels of the Realm, until the far end of the tunnel opened. A blast of heat and light assailed their senses; the tunnel having deposited them in Hephaestus’s Forge itself.

However, the dogs continued to walk, guiding them through the Forge and out of its entrance tunnel. Leading them down a sloping path, they came to a stop before what appeared to be a section of cliff. Barking as one, the section they faced rumbled then dropped into the ground. The smooth wall behind carried the sinuous seal of Life and Death. It began to spin until the seal was a grey blur. The larger dog turned to face the gods once again, “Step through and you will find yourself on Selenia.” Its snout shifted back and forth between Ma’at and Samhain, “You two will feel the draw to where the other parts of your souls reside, so be wary of that. Visualize where on our sister the world you wish to go and you will arrive there.”

The dogs moved out of the way, moved so the gods had clear access to enter as Hephaestus’s voice spoke once more, “Save our world, our people.”

TAGS: @Sinrebirth, @greyjedi125 (Combo as Ma’at and Samhain and Aboleth)

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Middle of Qedraerhiel, deep forests

As Life, Death, and Aboleth vanished, Nyubis sank to the ground to consider how best to renew Isha. The shards slipped from his grasp and from the pack at his waist. Slowly they began to circle the demigod, jostling in space until they began to come together. Light, in colors reminiscent of the Goddess, flared as the shards began to fuse together. The camp around him was silent except for the occasional flutter of tent flaps as he worked.

Silent that was, until soft footsteps began to be heard. The fusing of Isha’s soul continued as the footsteps drew closer to where Nyubis was seated. Just as the last shard fused to the body of Isha’s soul a form came into view, what looked like a man but filled with that light that defined divinity on Selenia.



“You have done well, Nyubis, just as our forebears desired.” He reached out a hand, Isha’s soul floating over to his palm, dancing just above it. A soft smile came over the man’s face before he leaned closely, whispering to the soul, before his hand flicked and the soul soared out over the forest. “She will assist your fellow Champions but now it is time to rest.”

He stepped closer to Nyubis, until his hand reached out, his eyes flaring with a fey light as his palm touched Nyubis’s head. Moments later a glow rose up from the ground, crystalizing around Nyubis as he lifted his hand, until Nyubis was ensconced in a crystal matrix.

His heel tapped on the ground, a rift opening under the crystal. “Rest in the Elysian Fields until the day comes you are needed once more.” he said quietly as the crystal sank into the ground, the rift closing behind it.

Glancing into the sky, “Grandfather, Grandmother, I have done as you requested. One more stop and then I will leave the salvation of my sister to you and your Champions.”

TAG: @Shadowsun (For information only, no response)

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Battle at the passage between Uthium and Al Qalha

Glancing over at shore, he felt a thought from his ‘brother’, turning back to face Malagath, “The Progenitors are on the move.” he spoke as though he was echoing another. “Let us end this so that my brothers and I can find them again, and destroy them.”

Yub was enjoying that this battle would reduce the Champions by one. The more that were lost the higher the odds that his father’s war would be won and they would reshape Selenia. He stepped closer again, just before a wave of energy washed over the living island both were on.

He yelled out as he heard a single word ripple in the air, No!. The strength of the energy was so much that the living island was lifted from the bay, thrown deep into the narrowing of the bay, splashing down into the waters, sinking several of his own fleet as it did.

Even as the energy threw Yub and the island it picked up Malagath, gently depositing him on the deck of the Freedom’s Bow. As his first officer rushed over to see what had occurred the ship was rocked by the sudden departure of the huge living island. As they saw it fly through the air, back into the invasion fleet, another image caught the pirate’s eye, a man, dressed in smokey grey clothes. Or rather, a god. It had to be one as the sense of power coming from it as well as the fact that he was standing on thin air had to mean that he wasn’t mortal.

The being floated down toward the ship, hovering closer to Malagath. His eyes met Malagath’s, “You have done well, my pirate friend. But…it is time to rest.”

Moving back in the air, he gestured, a snap of air as a circle formed in the air before the ship. As the Bow sailed forward it entered the portal. Just before the back deck of the ship entered the portal, where Malagath stood, the man spoke once more, “The Elysian Fields have their own ocean, for you to sail to your heart’s content.”

Once the ship vanished into the portal it snapped shut. The smoke of his garments grew, wreathing his form. Just before he vanished, “And my task is done, my grandparents. I will be here when I am needed once more.”

TAG: @galactic-vagabond422 (For information only, no response)

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Qedraerhiel, the cave

The blue vein of light led Nyssa deeper and deeper. Along the tunnels of the cavern were dotted smaller caverns that often opened to the larger ones. Each cavern contained powerful relics but none called to her as the power radiating from the last did. Each large cavern she passed through touched and tested the power she herself held and only when it was satisfied did the blue glow rise in the corridor beyond it.

The sense of a newer power drifted to her from where the cavern entrance had been. As it did a glow grew behind her as well, not the sickly green glow of her most recent flow but one that seemed peaceful, loving. By the time she reached the fourth large cavern the power had caught up to her. A wavering shape, the sense of a being, filled the chamber, floated over to her.

A voice, calm, neither male or female, spoke. “Mystra knows you need assistance, Nissa. Isha, her sister, has been remade, her power is now yours.”

The wavering form floated closer, until it touched the elf. The sense of the divine filled Nissa until the glow of power faded, the essence of the goddess now filling her own. A murmur, the sentience of the cavern itself spoke, “Finally, one truly worthy of my treasure.”

The blue veining expanded to cover the entire surface of the final cavern; except for the plinth in the center of it, bare of any adornment. Upon the plinth was a stand, a large bow standing on the plinth, a full quiver leaning against it. A glowing blue form, made of stone, rose beside the plinth. One hand gestured at the bow, “The power is now yours, the responsibility too. With this you could fully change the balance of power of Selenia, for good or for ill. Take it and save this world.”

TAG: @Ktala (Single, Nissa can take the bow and head for E'Mathalas to meet whoever else reaches there)

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E'Mathalas

The wind whipped around them as Zinnia flew through the ruins of E’Mathalas. Ineghis glanced around them trying to find somewhere they could disappear into so that the black dragon could not find them. Her keen eyes finally picked out a spot, directing the massive gold dragon towards it. Near to the city’s former center, an auditorium, the space that the citizens would once gather and debate, vote and choose laws, was still mostly standing.

She whooped with delight as they landed, the structure somehow managing to stay erect as Zinnia ducked inside the structure. A shiver went through her as she felt a sudden burst of power. Moments later, she saw the black dragon fly by the structure as though he couldn’t even see that it was still there.

Light began to dance behind her and she turned then slid off of Zinnia’s neck, to the ground. Her staff elongated once again, its end tapping on the ground as she walked to stand by Zinnia’s head. When she reached that point she knelt with her left knee touching the ground. Bowing her head slightly at the two wavering forms before her, “You honor us. Did you make us vanish from his sight?”

Before them stood two wavering forms, roughly humanoid in shape, one a bright white and the other a shimmering black. They slowly resolved into more humanoid shapes, taking on the appearance of Rian and Arienn. Arienn smiled softly, “Rise, we do not demand worship or adulation. We simply wish to assist our children to save this world.”

As Ineghis rose, Rian looked at Zinnia. His eyes shone, “You are doing well, Queen of the Dragons. Andrissa’s power shines brightly in you.”

Stepping forward as one, Arienn touched Ineghis as Rian touched Zinnia, “Yes, you are safe here, unseen by your foes. All of your companions who can will join you here soon. For now, ask and we will tell you all we can of what is happening.”

TAG: @Adalia-Durron (Combo with GM)

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Qedraerhiel

The clearing itself was full of the dead, save for Mieli. The disappearance of his foe had brought quiet to the battlefield. A quiet that was broken several moments later. What broke the stillness was the sound of grunting and a slight clattering. When he turned to see the noise all he could see was a barrel, rolling towards him. A small head popped over the top of it, making him realise that the barrel was being pushed by a small host of fairies.

When the barrel reached him there was more grunting before it was turned on its end, the tap cork near him. A pair of fairies flew out of the woods, carrying a flagon between them. Setting it on the barrel, one landed on the lid, “Thank you biggun!” he said cheerily.

His tiny sword flashed, the cork being popped out of the barrel, a second fairy screwing a tap into its place. They weren’t big enough to hold the flagon as it filled but then there was a pop of displaced air and footsteps before a taller being came into the clearing from the ring of trees.



“I ‘m Hermóðr, I was asked to guide you.” he said, the sense of divinity ringing off of him, “The Gods of Selenia have chosen to take a more active role, those of us who believe in our forebears, I mean.” he said quietly as he filled the flagon, holding it out to the dwarven ranger once it was full.

“Drink up and I’ll tell you where to find the others.”

TAG: @TheAdmiral (Combo with GM)

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Coastline, Bay of Qedraelhiel

The reality of the bay shimmered into focus around Xenos. The flame and smoke of battle still filled the air. But…the sense of Malagath’s presence was gone. It was as though the pirate was no longer present upon the surface of Selenia.

However, with the return to reality came the sensation of being able to sense the remaining champions. Not too many miles from where he stood he could feel Zinnia before the sense of her presence diminished. Further away but still not too distant were Nissa and slightly further, Mieli. Their ranks had been diminished but they were not out of the fight.

The sense of his parents still filled his sword but it also felt that they were both present and distant at the same time. As he touched the blade a cough sounded behind him.



The ibis head of the being standing there nodded at him. “Xenos, the time you and the others have to save Selenia is running out but…” It held up a scroll, the hieroglyphics on it turning into a map and readable text. “E’Mathalas, that is where you need to go. That is where you’ve been chosen to gather.”

He handed the scroll to Xenos, “Chances are,” he glanced at the sword, “You will find things have changed, to a degree, and will find more there, unexpected reunions.”

“Time is most certainly of the essence, young god, but the ends of all your stories have not yet been written, Thoth would know.”

The being wavered and vanished as the final words were spoken.

TAG: @greyjedi125 (Combo with GM if you want a bit of challenge on the journey there, otherwise single to arrive at E’Mathalas)

 

IC Zinnia, Ineghis and new comers.
Somewhere out there.


Zinnia landed, but with less joy than her passenger, battling the Black had been hard. She felt the surge of power and looking up along with her new friend she observed her enemy soaring high, yet unable to see them it seemed. Light flickering caused her to look and she saw her counterpart kneeling as two ethereal beings appeared. Instinct told her to lower her head accordingly as it was clear these beings were of the gods.

Rising when told to and congratulated on her skills although she herself did not believe her Goddess’ power was within her. Then being told their companions would be joining them, she decided to reduce the fear, she’d return to her former dwarf form. “Please allow me to reduce their trepidation at my appearance and transform to a more pleasing shape for them.” Without waiting for an answer, she did as she said she would do. Once done she lifted her newly formed chin, “tell us please oh great ones, how have they fared against our foes?”

Both Arienn and Rian smiled softly at her transformation, stepping back as she did so. When she had fully transformed Rian chuckled, glancing at Arienn, “I do believe the Ranger will be quite happy to reach here. I seem to recall he had a fondness for Zinnia in that form.”

She shushed him, with a light pat to his shoulder, before she turned to face Zinnia and Ineghis. “Things have gone…both well and poorly.” She gestured out of the hall, where the black dragon was stomping through the ruins of the city, wings and feet tearing into the crumbled buildings as he sought his foes, “As with that one, who is one of our greater foe’s Captains, your fellow Champions have faced their counterparts, as it were, in the Captains.”

Rian glanced at the ruins they stood in, his eyes flaring the same black that his form had been when he and Arienn arrived, before chairs for the four of them as well as three other, empty, chairs formed as the rubble melted, flowed, and reformed into them. He sighed as there should have been four others, but then he smiled softly and added two more.

Arienn seated herself, gesturing for Zinnia and Ineghis to do the same. “I am sure,” she said, “You can see there are fewer chairs than Champions you knew. That doesn’t mean your companions lost or fell to their foes but that they still have..been lost to the fight.”

Rian sat, reaching over to hold Arienn’s hand. “Perhaps, wife, we should ensure the Dragon Queen knows who we are first.” Their eyes flared, remaining a brilliant white in Arienn’s case and a burning black in Rians. “We are…Alpha and Omega, Beginning and End, Life and Death. We are those our foes call the Precursors or Progenitors, the creators of this reality, among others. All who live have done so because of our creation.” he said in a calm, deep tone.

“Our foe seeks to disrupt what we set forth, what our children and now grandchildren watch over, as Andrissa did.” Arienn took up where Rian left off. “We were present when Nyubis and Aboleth faced one Captain and, I believe, how we ended that fight affected all the others. Nyubis and Aboleth were able to retrieve and mesh back together the fragments of the goddess Isha’s soul but the effort cost Nyubis too dearly and he now slumbers in Hades.”

After the transformation and the comment made, Zinnia did worry the one they spoke of was being led somewhat astray. Then the beings revealed who they were, and this was eye opening to her, the very beings controlling their lives, and deaths, stood before her asking her to take a seat. Who was she to say no? Glancing out at her nemesis still clawing at stone and destruction, she approached a lower seat and placed herself on it not entirely comfortable in the position.

Arienn smiled softly as first Zinnia and then Ineghis took their seats. “Yes, he’s been taken, as has the pirate, Malagath, after his fight. Our grandson delivered them personally, to the Elysian Fields.” Her brilliant eyes met Zinnia’s, “It was the least we could offer them after their struggles.”

Roan shook his head. “At least Nissa, Xenos, Mieli and…” he glanced upwards, “...others are still in the fray. There have been losses but we are still sure that the Champions can prevail. Otherwise,” glancing at Arienn, “we would not be here, still helping.”

Zinnia frowned at the mention of Mieli's name, he'd become a friend and she did not wish him harm. "Can we assist them?"

Rian nodded at her request. “They have been given aid. As much as is directly possible.”

Arienn sighed, “And none are far from here. Mieli and Nissa both are in the forests to the north. And she has recovered something that will help tilt the scales. Xenos is the closest, currently, at the coast of the bay to the east.”

“This location is secure and they will each be drawn toward it.” Rian stated then turned to Ineghis, “But you can use your magic to hide them from sight once they are close enough that Captain out there could sense them.”

The wizard nodded, beginning to mutter softly, a glow forming between her hands.

Nissa has something, something clearly very important. Zinnia did not want to over step but felt compelled to ask as she watched the glow forming, "what did Nissa find?"

Ineghis remained focused on her work. She had time to slowly build the magic, with the others still distant.

Arienn faced Zinnia, “She has found a weapon, one that was stored in a sacred location, yet hidden from all but the keenest sight. It is the Godkiller Bow.”

Rian snorted, “Powerful, yes. Whether it will kill the Destructor or not is an entirely different question.”

"A bow?" Zinnia questioned, "am I correct in believing it is large? Who would be able to use such a weapon?"

Rian’s black eyes seemed to sparkle a bit as he smiled, “It’s a weapon created by Hephaestus so it has special properties. It can shift size to conform to the one who has been chosen to wield it. Which is a good thing with who has, considering her ability to shift size and slightly shape.”

Zinnia studied the expression, the smile. "And that would be?" There was no way he was implying her, was there?

Roan chuckled and glanced at his wife. Arienn smiled softly, “I made sure the one who could wield it was guided to it. You, however,” her smile broadened slightly, “are several steps along the path to godhood, whether you realize it or not. Andrissa gave that gift.”

Never was Zinnia more confused, the thought of being back with her offspring was so appealing now, briefly she wondered if they missed her. This was all too complicated. How was it possible for her to be on such a path? Her belief in these and more so, herself was losing momentum. This 'gift' that had been mentioned a few times now was still a mystery to her, she'd done nothing out of what she was more than capable of, so what was it? Sighing she sat back in the chair, her dwarf feet off the ground, "if you say so."

Rian snorted, glancing at the empty chairs. “You should know you are not the only one on that path.” Shaking his head, the humor disappearing from his features for a moment, “That is what happens when gods die. Someone has to take their place and some of you have been chosen by the God who you were the Champion of to do so.”

Levelling her gaze with him, Zinnia gave a single nod of acknowledgement, there was nothing to be said and no point in arguing.




TAG @darthbernael - the god like GM who did this with me!!

 

The Ruined Amphitheatre, E'Mathalas

Events began to rapidly develop as chaos reigned in the ruined city and beyond. As they did the sky began to darken beyond the amphitheater, virulent green lightning crackling across the sky. The great black dragon had flattened most of the fractured landscape from where Zinnia, Ineghis, Roan, and Arienn were able to see him.

Ineghis was sweating, turning slightly pale, as the energy writhed in her hands. The ground trembled by her palm, before it opened up, a series of steps forming in the slope of it. A bobbing light shed its glow on the walls of the opening before it came into view. Behind the light strode a figure, imposing, and giving off an aura that Zinnia did not even realize she herself was giving off, a sign of divinity.

When he strode up the steps, reaching the floor of the amphitheater, he was revealed to be the warrior Xenos. He had changed since the last time Zinna had seen him, had evolved physically as much as he had gained that divinity. Roan rose from his seat, walking with an even stride over to the figure. Even though, in the form he wore, when he approached he was physically shorter than Xenos, the impression from their presences was that he was taller by several inches.

“Greetings, Xenos. It has been some time since last we met.” He gestured at one of the stone seats that had been formed from the rubble. “Please, take a seat, there are others soon to join us.”

Even as he spoke, the tunnel collapsed, Ineghis breathing a sigh before her eyes went distant. “My Lord…” she all but whispered, “more approach…” She seemed weary, her face lined as though the vibrant woman with the appearance of being in her mid thirties had aged three decades. A look passed between Rian and Arienn before Arienn stood, softly approaching the wizard, touching her shoulders. The mortal woman’s back straightened, the wrinkles and lines slowly fading, “My life for yours, my Lady.” she said reverently as she reached out again.

A blue-green light formed, several feet beyond where her hand was outstretched. It widened until it was an oval almost as tall as Xenos. From the oval came the sounds of cursing, in a guttural tone. The sound of dragging and complaints of where the beer had gone emerged from the oval of light. The oval darkened for a moment before a figure emerged, a cloak covering him, the hood up. As soon as he had he moved to the side, dropping to a knee, head bowed toward Rian and Arienn, “Ancestors mine, I have brought the one you desired me to deliver.”

Arienn’s smile banished a portion of the darkness that had been creeping into the amphitheatre, nodding at the figure, “Hermóðr, come sit by me, rest for now.” Rubble shifted and formed a seat beside the two she and Rian had recently held. The figure rose, crossing the distance, and quietly taking his place. As the sound of his footsteps faded, the sound of cursing and dragging feet grew louder, until Mieli was pulled, as though by an invisible rope, through the oval.

Rian chuckled at the continued cursing, reaching out his hand, as a flagon, foam topped, formed in his grip. “Ranger, if you stop complaining, you will see that the tipple is here in my hand, that you are likewise among friends.” A grin crossed his face, “And the dwarven maid you favor has already arrived.”

The latter statement, more than the former, was what closed Mieli’s mouth with a clomp. The light filled oval closed and vanished as Rian handed Mieli the flagon, guiding him to the seat beside Zinnia, in her transformed state. With a cheeky grin, Rian glanced at her, “Don’t heat him up too much, Golden Queen, he’s of no use as a cinder.” was his, to the dwarven Ranger at least, cryptic comment to her.

His head and Arienn’s turned suddenly, facing toward an empty space outside the circle of chairs. Hermóðr had come to his feet, his cloak thrown back, a gleaming sword suddenly in his hand as he moved to beside Arienn. A rumbling chuckle came from out of almost thin air before the scent of soot and the wavering light of a fire bloomed in the darkness where they peered. A squat, broad figure stepped out into the light, the rubble bouncing on the floor with each step.

“I made you that sword, Hermóðr, you know it wouldn’t cause me any damage.” Hephaestus rumbled before he bowed to Rian and Arienn. “Long have I awaited your return, Grandmother and Grandfather.” Shrugging his shoulders, there was a massive thump behind him, his anvil impacting the ground. He rolled his shoulders, “Huitzil is an idiot, he had no idea that wherever I take my anvil is where my forge is located. Oh and,” the air shook as he clapped his hands. The echoes rebounded around the space, before the was a pop of displaced air. “I brought guests.” The impish grin faded and he sounded almost accusing “You knew!!”

Not that distant from him three figures appeared where the air had been displaced. With an almost disgruntled tone Hephaestus spoke again, “Ma’at, Samhain, your son is already here, and welcome Aboleth. The grands already knew you were coming, even though I didn’t tell them.” The three figures emerged into the light and Roan chuckled, “You two look hale and whole, even though I know you’re tied to the blade your son carries.”

Hermóðr sheathed his blade, guiding the trio to sit beside Xenos before he walked back over to the God of the Forge, their hands and forearms clasping in a warrior’s grasp, “Good to see you again, Forgem’ster.”

Returning to the seat that had been created, Hephaestus followed, picking up a large boulder. He set it down with a thump beside Hermóðr, sitting and chuckling as Rian and Arienn gave quiet greetings to the new arrivals.

Ineghis smiled and her hand reached out, roars and screeches coming from the ruined city outside. A small ball of light flitted through the air of the city, back and forth, well away from the amphitheatre. Ineghis leaned heavily on her staff as she poured energy out in a pinpoint effort. Rian stepped closer, supporting her, before the ball of light vanished. When it reappeared, it hovered over Arienn’s open palm.

She smiled at the ball, “I believe full sized is the correct option, tired fairy.” she whispered. With a breath on the ball, she let her hand fall to her side, the ball growing, until a female form, almost elvish in appearance, stood there, a bow slung over her back. “You are the last to join us Nissa, but not the least, and I bid you welcome. Please take a seat and we shall begin.”

The transformed fairy made her way to the last available seat as Rian and Arienn sat side by side, facing the champions.”Welcome all, I am glad to see you all present and well.” Rian said, his tone solemn. “Not all survived to reach this point but I am sure you all have questions. Which we will answer.”

TAGS: @Admiral, @Adalia-Durron, @Ktala, @greyjedi125 x2, @Sinrebirth (Combo with all included, including GM)

 

The Ruined Amphitheatre, E'Mathalas

They crossed the threshold, and were suddenly there.

Samhain, cloaked as ever, Aboleth, beautiful and ethereal, not at all aqualine save for the tapering of her nose, they had different reactions to the area they arrived in.

For his part, Samhain squeezed the hand of his wife, saddened that so much had been lost for less of a reason than not. His resurrection would come as no surprise, perhaps, because it was oft hard to kill a God, but he was sure that many of them would react poorly to his survival. As such, he examined the others more than his surroundings.

With an almost disgruntled tone Hephaestus spoke again, “Ma’at, Samhain, your son is already here, and welcome Aboleth. The grands already knew you were coming, even though I didn’t tell them.” The three figures emerged into the light and Roan chuckled, “You two look hale and whole, even though I know you’re tied to the blade your son carries.”

Aboleth narrowed her eyes. The Grands... ah yes, a whole broken and battered family. She kept her words to herself, while Samhain nodded a greeting to Hephaestus.

”Welcome all, I am glad to see you all present and well.” Rian said, his tone solemn. “Not all survived to reach this point but I am sure you all have questions. Which we will answer.”

Samhain, who had done enough harm than good, opted to remain silent for the moment.

His time would come.

Zinnia sat in the chair she'd been assigned, her feet not touching the floor. On some level that amused her, as in her true form, she'd crush the seat and those around her. She was pleased to see her 'dwarf' counterpart had survived to this point and turning to him she offered an honest smile, she was genuinely pleased he'd survived but was unsure as to why. Listening, she understood, they all had questions, but from what she could tell, these were warriors and knew why they were there. Zinnia did not. She still did not understand why she'd been pulled into this, nor what these so called 'gifted powers' she had were or how to use them. In her mind the best she could do would be to remain silent, listen and learn. So that is what she did.

The silence dragged out as the Champions took their places. Rian and Arienn sat calmly, watching the gathered beings and the gods that had chosen to step into the mortal realm to assist. An eyebrow arched as Rian’s head turned, eyes meeting Aboleth’s, the corner of his lips turning up in a fractional smile.

Arienn’s smile was broad as she looked over them all, one hand rising, a clear energy emanating from her palm. It settled over all gathered, mortal, demigod, and god alike, soothing their pain, healing their injuries. “There, that should help you all.” her calm, even tone filling the air.

Turning away from Aboleth, Rian chuckled lightly as he noticed the transformed Zinnia and Mieli sitting beside her. From there, his head turned, seeing the young fairy, wings hidden, the wonder in her eyes at the bow that was slung across her back. “Nissa, why don’t you tell us about the bow, how you acquired it.” he suggested.

Aboleth's eyes cut to Nissa, while Samhain squeezed his partners hand.

Mieli's mind was still processing what had just happened. Dwarves did not deal very well with magic and all that mumbo jumbo. He had to resist the urge to reach for his axe, but did not want to look like the savage berserkers of his people. After all he was a Ranger, one who traveled the open world and even dealt with other races.

His eyes widened as he saw Zinnia. He had not expected her to be here. And being called Golden Queen? What was that all about? "At least I have good company." he grinned at her as he took his place.

Mieli was not sure who the others were and what did they want. And that unnerved him. Having to face an unfamiliar situation with unknown actors with unknown powers and abilities, that usually meant certain death, so he would try not to be too rowdy and try not to attract too much attention.

But that mug of ale... his mouth was filling up with saliva...

What can go wrong if he drunk one or two?

She sat in her seat, feeling for all the world like a liar and fake. Few knew the truth and when Mieli spoke to her, his grin warm and welcoming, her guilt rose. He was a good man, an honest man, and to be deceived by her so felt wrong. She gave him a short nod as she shifted the body of the female dwarf form she'd taken, wishing for all the worlds that this nightmare would be over and she could return to her children.

Her children.

Zinnia missed them horribly, and had to trust they were safe as she did not know now. And this talk of her 'gifts' left to her by her Goddess Andrissa, she knew nothing of and feared they'd been wasted on her.

Looking around at those there, she was uncomfortable as there were so many unknowns before her. Mieli was the very least of the concerns threat wise, but by the same token the most important by the deception terms.

Nissa was a bit startled when she suddenly had appeared where it seemed all the others were meeting. It was interesting, as she had been in her smaller form when she had arrived. With a nod of her head, she quicky grew to elfin sized, and moved to take a place areoung the area the others had gathered. She did not sit down, as she can the area. Some people she did not know. Others she did. To say that they all had questions was possibly the most understated statement in history.

Suddenly one of the others spoke to her...

“Nissa, why don’t you tell us about the bow, how you acquired it.” he suggested.

At her name being called out, Nissa simply nodded her head.

"My path took me to the mountains. I was guided towards a cave. A man..no, this being was not a man. Not a normal one at least challenged me. He was covered in an aura of green, .. I have no other words to describe it." Nissa shrugged slightly, then continued. "He spoke odly too, calling me "the minion of the Precursors" and challenged me. But suddenly, in the middle of the battle, there was a force. A scream so strong, that it collapsed the cavern opening. But I managed to duck inside before the other being could, with the help of the Blessed Mother."

Nissa moved behind the chair. But before I could move further within the chamber, a presence appeared, and stated that power had been given to me, so that I could retrieve the bow, and then come here as quickly as I could."

Nissa looked down for a moment and sighed deeply. "It's words were quite... profound" she stated softly, and then looked back up at the others. And the name of the bow did not help. Maybe in elf it would sound better.

With another small shrug of her shoulders, she then looked back over the one who had spoke to her.

To Zinnia, it felt like the young woman was as confused about all this as she was, she may well be wrong, but she did say she'd been given a power. Something they had in common, she wondered if at least one of them knew how to tap into such a power and use it.

For his part and for the present moment, Xenos allowed himself to experience a temporary respite from combat and the trials of his journey thus far. It was good to find himself amongst his fellow champions- heartening really, despite the losses suffered along the way.

Absently, he noticed how everything looked now that he was ’taller’, thanks to his recent ascension. That was a nice distraction from the ache he bore within, while he wrestled to subdue the pangs of emotion. He couldn’t have guess that the would miss them so fiercely: Sarathai, Nyubis, Malagath. He had bonded with these beings over a short time - and now their absence was had left him with a palpable emptiness he’d have to navigate. Silently, Xenos vowed to exact payment from those responsible for this loss.

But at least, he still had his parents with him- inside himself, manifested in his sword, as this was at least a comfort for his heart.

Xenos willed himself away from such maudlin thoughts, as he regarded the champions in whose presence he found himself counted amongst. He wondered as to the stories and their experiences, what foes and trials had they conquered thus far.

His roving eyes fell upon the mighty Dwarven warriors and marvelled at the magnificence of their auras. He knew not their names, but he was confident that would change in due time.

The one presently speaking, Nissa as she was called. Xenos found her demeanor refreshing and quite charming- mostly because he had not expected it. Courage and potency were not predetermined by appearance - which was a life lesson he had learned well.

Her tale was both intriguing and inspiring. Had they all faced opposing ‘champions’ as well? Xenos wondered silently, many questions forming in his mind.

He was tempted to speak, and was about to utter a word, when a sensation, a nearly overwhelming feeling, came over him, nearly overtaking his senses. Xenos steadied himself, as he looked to one side, his eyes growing large with surprise.

“Mother!”

A singular joy unlike any other swelled within him.

“Father!”

The young godling did not hesitate as he rushed to embrace his parents, holding them close for several heartbeats.

“By the Great Ones! I thought I’d never….”

Words failed him as he searched their faces. At once he felt enshrouded by his mother’s undying love and devotion, for it was unending like the sea. Looking into his Father’s face, he realized that it was his own image he saw, a reflection- but scarless.

“Sorry, I did not mean…..”

“It's quite alright my dear. We should sit together, yes?” Ma’at suggested in a gentle voice, her gaze indicating Aboleth.

“Oh!” Xenos intoned, taken by surprise, but quickly recovered.

“Greetings.” He said, offering a curt bow to the newcomer.

Without further ado, Ma’at led them to their seats, taking hers in a graceful motion. Xenos for his part, opted to stand behind them, for he was not only their son, but also a warrior and protector.

Hephaestus grinned at the reunion of the family, nodding to Xenos as he took a stance behind Ma’at and Samhain. His attention then turned to scan the room once again, thinking about what he could sense from these champions.

Feeling his compatriot shift, Hermóðr glanced at Hephaestus before he turned his attention back to the room at large. His eyes finally settled on Nissa. “Little sister, I b’lieve you have taken in more than you know.” His cloak shifted and he held up one hand, fingers pointing toward her. As he did, a light green glow began at her breast. “Yes…Isha has come to you, fairy. She will guide you.”

Rian had a small smile on his face as he watched the interaction between Zinnia and Mieli, the two of them so different yet there was a bond. At least for the dwarf, that was. He glanced back outside the ruined amphitheatre to watch the massive black dragon turning what was left of the city to rubble.

Shaking his head, he turned back, “As you all might have surmised, you have each faced one of the Destructor’s Captains. They did not face you on their master’s orders but rather each on their own, to test you, to see whether they truly had the power to stop you before you could stop their master.”

His wife’s hand reached over from where she sat, the long fingered hand laying on his arm. She smiled softly, “And they came away from the encounters still unsure whether they could individually destroy you or not. As well, their attempts did not draw us out to face any of them, save the one that Aboleth met.”

Rian leaned back in his seat, putting his hand over hers, “We can tell you this…Uthium is key. That human kingdom has fallen under the sway of the Destructor and his Captains lead their army and navy. What does that tell you of how we must advance to face this foe?”

Aboleth snorted, so Samhain replied. “We should take the sky?”

Xenos remained silent for a moment longer as he considered what could very well be their last crucible. Had Malagath been present, he would have considered the Pirate Captain as the perfect candidate to buy them time against the Uthium Navy. If Nyubis were present, perhaps they could have enlisted the aid of the Drow. With Sarathai, nature itself would have proven a powerful ally, but alas, neither of them were here. Furthermore, he knew not of how these newly acquainted Champions performed in battle - what he did know, was that they were not only brave, but they had also triumphed against their respective enemy Captains.

Perhaps there were still a few options left on the table, as they could no longer afford a protracted campaign. Collectively, they'd lost too much already.

"I say we storm the city." Xenos offered simply, as a matter of fact.

The Warrior-Protector knew well that this wasn't the 'only' option, but the very suggestion would certainly open up the matter to a deeper discussion. He needed to hear their thoughts and ideas to better understand how to integrate them together in order to achieve the only result available to them: Victory.

Her experience with the Black Dragon had told Zinnia he was both a determined but a violent foe. He'd have no issue with burning whatever was on the ground that he considered a problem, and utterly no problem dispatching those in the room around her. She wondered how many here were aware of her true form, a glance at the man beside her told Zinnia that at least he was not aware, yet. "I doubt the 'Sky assault' is viable for all those present." She said gazing at Aboleth, "And I feel we need to know that strengths and weakness' of individual opponents if we want to defeat them as a whole." Turning to their hosts, she addressed them, "we are only as strong as our weakest link, as is our enemy. We must find that link."

Xenos nodded to emphasize his agreement with the words the Dwarven maiden had spoken, and though he wished to know more, within himself, he felt he knew what to do to coax the necessary information. To that end, he took as step forward so he would be seen plainly, rather than standing behind his own progenitors.

"The foe I faced, he called himself, 'Nug: Father go Ghouls'. He possesses great martial prowess as well as magics to match. I also believe he has command over a host of lesser creatures."

The Warrior-Protector paused briefly, remembering the encounter in hindsight.

"I know not of the enemy which Captain Malagath faced, but I do know they arrived on a mighty naval vessel. During battle, I was transported to an alternate space- and have not seen the good Captain since then, nor can I sense him."

Xenos closed his eyes for the briefest moment, as if offering a silent votive.

"We must plan carefully and strategize to the utmost of our capabilities, if we are to succeed." He said, now holding his silence once again.

Mieli was not sure why the lass seemed nervous when he sat next to her. Did he do something? He even smelled his own armpits to check if he stunk too much, after all he had been in combat until recently. Besides, dwarves were not known for their good aroma, unlike the elves and the fey. But still he had to check...

The black dragon was enough to distract him from these thoughts. What was that thing!? Were they supposed to face it? He heard something about a test, but his heart was filled by hatred for the dark creature. The dragons and dwarves were natural enemies, so it will be a great pleasure to take one out!

On of the people looked over at her.

“Little sister, I b’lieve you have taken in more than you know.” His cloak shifted and he held up one hand, fingers pointing toward her. As he did, a light green glow began at her breast. “Yes…Isha has come to you, fairy. She will guide you.”

Nissa eyebrow went up, as she tilted her head, but she stayed silent. Surely, is the all Mother allowed it, it must be a good thing. But she was confused listening to the stories. It seemed that many of them knew so much more than she Then one spoke.

“As you all might have surmised, you have each faced one of the Destructor’s Captains. They did not face you on their master’s orders but rather each on their own, to test you, to see whether they truly had the power to stop you before you could stop their master.”.. There was a pause and a look.

"And they came away from the encounters still unsure whether they could individually destroy you or not. As well, their attempts did not draw us out to face any of them, save the one that Aboleth met.”

Rian leaned back in his seat, putting his hand over hers, “We can tell you this…Uthium is key. That human kingdom has fallen under the sway of the Destructor and his Captains lead their army and navy. What does that tell you of how we must advance to face this foe?”

Someone suggested, taking to the skies. As Nissa frowned slightly, another talked about figuring out this cities 'weak link'. Well, cities all had weak links. And how did the populace feel about it. Would the Humans even care?

"We must plan carefully and strategize to the utmost of our capabilities if we are to succeed." was suggested.

Nissa flapped her wings slowly before she spoke. "Im sorry. I don't know most of what you all seem to know. The mage I was with, fell with the Abomination, and I have not seen anyone from the party until I recovered the bow." Nissa made a face, "So I don't know of what you speak of. But it seems to me, that if this city is the key, then we need to know more about it. But if those Destructors are there.. will they not be able to sense us?" Nissa looked around the table. "The being I was up against, even while I was using my fae magics, was able to track me. And if we indeed now carry some umm. extra energy, will they not sense us." Nissa shrugged. Besides, we cant just 'attack a city'. But maybe we could find a way to sneak in, and gain some information. Or if we can just take out the leader perhaps?"

Nissa stop flapping her wings, and pinned them around her. "Unless we have a hidden army or two someplace."

Sitting back, his hand in Arienn’s, Rian listened to the Champions discuss what he had just suggested. A soft smile touched his face, knowing that those who had been chosen for this task were the correct ones to save this daughter of his and Arienn’s, Selenia itself.

Glancing at his wife when Nissa asked about hidden armies, he sighed. Squeezing her hand for a moment, he stood. Letting his gaze travel across all that had been gathered here, he took their measure. “Unfortunately there are no armies to be called upon.” He raised a hand, to forestall any arguments, “However, I am certain that, as you advance upon the Destructor and his Captains, the miasma that covers Selenia will fade, that the races that live on this world will rise behind you to aid you in your fight.”

Arienn stood, her arm going around her husband’s waist. “Beings find courage in the courage of others. When the beings who live on this world see, feel, your efforts to save the world, they will do all they can to aid you.” agreeing with her husband.

Rian let his gaze take them all in once more. “There have been several suggestions and they are all fair and all have merit. If it has not been noticed, each of you have your own strengths or ways to battle. Therefore,” he turned to face those who were the Gods of Selenia, “Each of us will aid one of you, to getting as close to Uthium and its capital as possible.”

Pointing to the couple, Samhain and Ma’at, “You and Aboleth will take the sea route, assisting Aboleth to rouse the creatures of the deep to swamp the naval forces of the foe.”

Turning and gesturing at Hephaestus, “The dwarven Ranger, Mieli, has the most affinity with you, you will use the secret ways of the earth and your affinity for such to shield him as he infiltrates the capital.”

To Hermóðr, “You and Xenos complement each other, therefore the warrior and the messenger and spy will take the land approaches, gathering those they can, then shuttling them across the narrow straight to the west of Uthium and advance on the capital from there.”

Arienn spoke up, “I will aid and guide the bearer of the Godkiller. I knew Isha well and can assist Nissa in her learning how and when to wield it.”

Turning to face Zinnia, “Which leave you and I, golden one. Ineghis will accompany us but your fight may be the most difficult, trying to convince as many of the Captains of the Destructor to focus on us, rather than searching for your fellow Champions.”

Smiling again, “We will assist you to leave this place without being disturbed by the Captain outside.”

Aboleth's tentacle fronds flailed a little at the idea of visiting the ocean, while Samhain squeezed Ma'at's hand hard.

They would be together, and he simply nodded to Rian in agreement, and cast a little salute of toodles to them.

There seemed to be a lot of wishful thinking, expecting the people to rise up and join them... that was a bit of a stretch. Some might join, but most will try to stay away. He grimaced as he sipped his ale in silence. Better not to spoil the mood. Morale was important, especially when they were to embark on a suicide mission.

He simply nodded to Hephaestus "Let me finish my drink and we are good to go." he grinned. Then noticed that their host was addressing the dwarven lass and calling her golden one "What does he mean by that?" he cocked an eyebrow, there was a gnawing feeling in his gut that there was something that he had not been told...

Xenos found himself filled with a sensation he could not easily describe with mere words. He felt purpose, finality, peace, strength, assurance. He felt a calm he hadn’t ever quite experienced. He also understood, that this was the moment for which he was born.

Xenos felt he understood the mind of Captain Malagath more now, than he had before.

Selenia was worth everything he had, everything he was - therefore, everything is what he would give.

Calmly, he walked to his Mother and Father. Xenos smiled at them and noted that he was taller, though framed in their image. He kissed them both, devotionally so. He knew that whatever happened, they would always be together, in some form or another. Turning, he looked upon Aboleth and saw the image of a familiar figure momentarily superimposed upon her.

Nyubis.

The tall godling offered a respectful bow of farewell, before turning again to face the Older gods.

“May death take those who’s time has come to know rest, May life shine upon those who have her favor.”

To Arienn and Rain he bowed deferentially, for they were certainly the greatest amongst them.

“We fight not for ourselves, but for our sister, Selenia and all the souls that dwell upon her.”

This he stated to the other gathered godlings, as a means to encourage them to go beyond their limits.

Xenos understood the subtle dynamic which Arienn had spoken of. The people of Selenia, those who still had hope, would be inspired by what they gleaned with their hearts and minds. How then could they, godlings, perform feats to inspire, if they themselves did not hold fast to hope in their own victory?

Aye. Within himself, Xenos vowed to give his all for the sake of Selenia and her inhabitants. Woe to the forces of Darkness and its minions. The Sword of Twilight would bring forth the ultimate reckoning on that day.

With these thoughts in his mind, did Xenos join Hermodr.

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Ma’at accepted her son’s kiss and returned it in kind. Her heart swelled with joy and her eyes misted, even as she looked upon him. So tall and handsome was he, full of conviction and purpose. Her smile widened as she saw him kiss Samhain, the Father he’d never known; yet Ma’at knew that Xenos loved his Father, because she had loved Samhain first, and had taught her son to love him as well, if even just a little.

Her little warrior was no longer a little demi-human, but a full demi-god, if only for a short season.

Lovingly she looked at him go, even as she squeezed her husband’s hand. It was likely they would not see him again, but they would be together still.

Like her son before her, Ma’at offered a respectful bow to the Preeminences. Her decorated head turned just so to her left.

“Are you ready….daughter?” She inquired of Aboleth.

Indeed, between the four of them, there was a kind of symmetry.

Zinnia nodded only once, the words were true enough but the words made her glance at the dwarf beside her. Did he catch the reference? She hoped not as she did like the man, but she knew the moment he knew the truth, any friendship would be done with. Getting up, she stood quietly to wait.

They were being seperated again? Nissa frowned slightly as she listed to what was being stated. While she was glad that there would be others who might join them, she felt very much out of the loop. She flapped her wings slowly when she heard the next idea of the plan...

Arienn spoke up, “I will aid and guide the bearer of the Godkiller. I knew Isha well and can assist Nissa in her learning how and when to wield it.”

How and when to use the bow? Her wings flapped again, after hearing that. She had used a bow all of her life. What was the difference of this bow? Then again, this bow was called Godkiller. And its arrows? She had not really had a chance to look at the thing. And then as soon as they were all together once more, with some she had never seen, they were to be split again. The last time they were split, it had not gone well. And she was not even sure who 'it' was that she was to attack once this grand scheme.

Nissa just looked at the others, as they talked with each other or embraced. She knew the importance of the mission, and she understand that the old mother had selected her for this to help save blessed Selenia. But still, after wandering around for so long by herself...

Nissa just sighed softly but waited to see what was next.

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The Combo Lives!

 

E'Mathalas

The massive black dragon outside the ruined amphitheater continued his destruction until...it paused, snout rising into the air, mouth pulled back in what could only generously be called a smile as teeth the size of houses were revealed. The sense, the feeling of an implosion of air filled the rubble choked streets of the former elven city and when it finished the dragon was gone. In its place was a giant of a man, ears slightly pointed, covered from the neck down in undulating and glistening black armor, the armor made of overlapping scales of some sort. In his hand, the blade of which was resting on one shoulder, was an ugly looking sword as long as his almost three meters of height.

He snorted, sniffing the air again as a half circle of ovals appeared before him, several being stepping through. To those in the ruins they each would recognize one of the beings, having each faced that one not too long ago. One, a male in a grey suit, took a lounging perch on one of the larger pieces of rubble. After sipping from the glass in his hand, he let his gaze look up and down the figure of the warrior. “Shaurash-ho…dear cousin…really?” His arms swept out, one hand careful not to spill his drink, “All this bashing about and you still have not found the Champions?”

The figure of the warrior flickered, shifted and something else stood in his place for a moment.



In a growling tone, around the mouthful of razor sharp teeth, “Zoth-Ommog…some of us…” his voice becoming a deep baritone as the figure shimmered and the massive warrior’s form returned, “...some of us did not have the benefit of having the hated grands blow us out of combat.” he finally got out.

There were a variety of laughs and chuckles from the others at his response. Nug’s hand moved like a swooping falcon, snatching his blue gem from the air as he looked up, into the eyes of the giant almost meter taller than he, “Shaurash-ho, we have received word…the Champions are moving, it is time for us all to take our places, to prepare for their attempt to injure our Father.”

“As long as I get to kill the damned dragon I will be happy enough.” The warrior said, nodding then, before walking up to and joining the others. There was a short, quiet conference and then several snap hisses of sound before the clearing was empty once again, the Captains of the Destructor gone.

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Spine of Selenia

As Rian walked toward Ineghis and Zinnia a darkness began to flare out around him, making all the others who were in the space disappear from sight. Soon it was only he, a light having formed in his palm to light the darkness, Ineghis, and Zinnia to be seen. When he reached the two, sitting next to each other, the light leapt to his right shoulder, his hands reaching out. Taking one of their hands each, he pulled them to their feet as though they were the weight of human infants. The moment they came to their feet fully the darkness dropped, light, smell, and sound reaching their awarenesses all at once.

In the instant that it did Zinnia would immediately realize where they were. In point of fact, they were standing on a mountain trail, just next to a circular building of sorts beside the trail where the door had just been pulled open to reveal a pair of Einherjar who burst through before they skidded to a stop, dropping to one knee and bowing their heads. “L’rd Deth…we dinna ken ut wuz you.”

Rian snorted, “Stand, my warriors. I have brought the golden queen to have an opportunity to see her children before the final campaign begins.”

The two warriors stood, nodding respectfully to the two apparent women and Rian before returning to the guardhouse. Rian looked over at Zinnia, “Your children will know you by scent and feel, regardless the form so I leave it up to you whether you wish to remain in the shape of a dwarf or your natural form, although I would enjoy the walk.”

Ineghis coughed, a light blush touching her cheek. “Forgiveness, Lord Death, but I do know how protective dragons are of their homes. I would not intrude on Zinnia’s home without her permission.”

Chuckling, amused at the stiffness, the propriety, Rian looked back over to Zinnia, “Well, golden one, is your magical assistant allowed to meet your children or would you rather she not?”

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Continent of Klemea

Hermóðr glanced at the warrior god beside him with a small smile. This one, in his opinion, was not the same as many of the warrior gods that existed, he seemed intelligent and strategic in his outlook. Which, the messenger god nodded deeply to Rian and Arienn, deeply and respectfully.

An almost joyous smile crossed his face as one arm reached over, laying over the warrior god’s forearm. Delight glittered in his deepset eyes. “Zwift ve travel.” he murmured. If anything…that was an understatement. One moment they were standing within the ruin of the elven city the next they were airborne, the wind shrieking around them as they passed over the waters of the middle sea. The distant continent came into focus in moments, growing closer, weeks of travel by boat was done in a matter of seconds. The messenger god faded from view as they descended towards the main square of Dhag Boram, the capital of the dwarven Awhurg Union.

With Hermóðr’s encouragement Xenos gave an impassioned speech, inciting the crowds, emphasizing that there was a dwarven champion who he stood with. When the people were on his side, the messenger god, dozens of minor messenger deities crowding the sky above him appeared, telling the crowds that his brethren would assist their flight north toward the narrow channel between this continent and Uthium.

The scene was repeated in the human Principalities of Gaumia and Abe, the passage between the capitals of the three nations even faster than it had been between the ruined city and Dhag Boram. By the time the messenger god brought Xenos down at the gates of Edocaster, the capital of the mage nation of Preilia, less than a day had passed but even Hermóðr was weary.

The massive gates opened silently, a small crowd of cloaked figures paced through it, coming to a halt before the two gods. The lead one pulled back its cowl revealing the unmistakable countenance of a female drow. “Lord Hermóðr, Lord Xenos, the scryers told of your imminent arrival. We are aware of the forces heading here and I as well as the heads of the other orders, save for Ineghis’s order which is already pledged to your cause, have prepared our orders for the journey.” She gestured through the gates, “Please, we would be honored if you will join us for a meal while we wait.”

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The Howling Isle

’Come, child, let us travel’ reached Nissa’s mind as Arienn smiled at her. Their eyes met and there was no sense of travel, but similarly to how one moment Rian, Zinnia, and Ineghis were in the ruins and then half a world away so too were Arienn and Nissa away from the ruins and in the rolling hills of an island whose winds shrieked over the dales. “We are at the Howling Isle. Here I will give you instruction on what Isha can do to assist you, her soul that is, as well as what that bow can do.”

Kneeling, her hand pressed to the ground below. A quiet murmur, in a language only one other being knew the words to yet to one touched by a gods elusively familiar, Arienn spoke, eyes glowing. There was a rumble from the island before she smiled, patting the grass and soil. When she rose, so too did the land around them, the island reshaping to create a large cavern that stretched almost from one end of the isle to the other, with the two of them at the midpoint.

Light flickered through the vaults of the long cavern, veins of crystal that dotted the entire space, pulsing in slow, long pulses, as though the heartbeat of a vast being. Arienn’s smile remained. “I know you are proficient with a bow but this…is different.” Her hand waved at where it was slung. Her hand waved again, at the quiver. “If you were not worthy you would not be able to lift even one of the arrows, let alone the quiverful or the bow itself.”

“But…perhaps we should begin with what the soul of the goddess of light and life can assist you with.” Her tone was slightly mysterious before a light and airy laugh escaped her. “Apologies, being mysterious is sometimes too hard to pass up. But discuss her assistance we must.”

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Uthium

Hephaestus had sat, an almost amused expression on his face as he watched the others depart and the dwarf continued to drink. Part of his amusement was because he knew what the messenger god had done and that the flagon the dwarf drank from would not empty anytime soon. Not unless he himself touched it, as Hermóðr had told him he’d changed the enchantment on the flagon so it would. First to depart, which was an interesting sight in his eyes, was his grandfather, the wizard, and the shapechanged dragon. Then the messenger god did so with a grin at him, the warrior Xenos with him. His grandmother and the fairy had then left, which left only the two of them and the parents of Xenos, with their charge.

Sighing, the creaking sound he made as he stood almost the sound of continents grinding together, Hephaestus stood. For such a massive being he made no sound as he crossed the space from his seat to the dwarf. “Take the last swallows, Ranger, it is time.” he rumbled as one finger touched the flagon, the ale inside draining down.

Letting the dwarf set the flagon in his pack Hephaestus took his arm, “You know the way of your people as I taught them. However, we do not have centuries to tunnel under the seas so we must take another way.” His deepset eyes met Mieli’s, a grin crossed his face, and then they sank into the rock of the ground itself. Descending, Mieli’s eyes would see and he would feel himself being shifted between the most miniscule of spaces between the rocks, until they reached a cavern or massive space that stretched away out of sight. Out of sight was quite the distance, given that the center of the tube, leaving only a narrow strip on either side, was a racing mass of magma.

Hephaestus had walked over to the flowing magna and had simply reached into it. He spoke a pair of words before he pulled his arm free, uninjured, not even reddened from the heat. A short time later he smiled as a boat raced into sight before pulling beside where they stood. Climbing aboard, he reached over, picking the dwarf up by his pack, and placed him in the boat itself. “You may want to start drinking again.” he suggested, “My uncle let me borrow his ferryman for this trip. But, contrary to myths Charon is talkative and might be informative, if you give him a chance.” He went on, chuckling, then leaning against the side of the boat as it reentered the stream of magma and began to race along it, headed toward the island nation where their foe had made his base. Seconds later he was apparently snoring.

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E'Mathalas

They were the last three left in the ruins. Outside the amphitheater it was as quiet now as it was inside, the silence only occasionally broken by the distant crash of some loose piece of debris. The sense of death and destruction hung in the air, something that had little effect on at least two of the three gods that remained. But…they were a part of this, Aboleth had been accepted by Life and Death or perhaps chosen by them when they usurped the deal that Huitzilopochtli had tried to make.

When they departed, the instant they departed the amphitheater, it collapsed behind them as though years of neglect suddenly caught up to it, the bubble of protection Rian and Arienn had created vanishing as soon as the last of them stepped outside of it. Not too far from where they stood was the sounds of the bay’s waters pounding against what remained of the docks of the ruined elven city.

That sound began to change, a musical note growing in the air, the tidal sounds becoming muted. Drawn to the sound, recognizing something divine in it, the three of them reached the docks in a few minutes.

Lounging against, or more accurately the top half of the being leaned over the edge of the dock, the remaining half was still in the waters below, was a roughly humanoid figure. A sharply toothy smile lit up when the being saw Aboleth, “Too long have you been gone from the waters, the creatures of the deeps have missed your tales and company.”

As she spoke, she rose from the water. In the process a change washed over her, her features running as though water until, from the surface of the water up, a beautiful, pale woman stood. Below the water was another story though, the briny dark waters hiding what moved below their surface.



“But…the grands asked that I assist to make your passage more swift.” Her fey looking eyes suddenly glinted in mischief. “Why you…why I…they know us both yet…” she shook her head, “I’m sure we can discover more as we do as they request.”

With that, she held out her hand as though inviting all three to join her in the water.

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IC Zinnia, Rian and Ineghis - thank you for GM @darthbernael for this epic joint!
Spine of Selenia

As Rian walked toward Ineghis and Zinnia a darkness began to flare out around him, making all the others who were in the space disappear from sight. Soon it was only he, a light having formed in his palm to light the darkness, Ineghis, and Zinnia to be seen. When he reached the two, sitting next to each other, the light leapt to his right shoulder, his hands reaching out. Taking one of their hands each, he pulled them to their feet as though they were the weight of human infants. The moment they came to their feet fully the darkness dropped, light, smell, and sound reaching their awareness's all at once.

In the instant that it did Zinnia would immediately realize where they were. In point of fact, they were standing on a mountain trail, just next to a circular building of sorts beside the trail where the door had just been pulled open to reveal a pair of Einherjar who burst through before they skidded to a stop, dropping to one knee and bowing their heads. “L’rd Deth…we dinna ken ut wuz you.”

Rian snorted, “Stand, my warriors. I have brought the golden queen to have an opportunity to see her children before the final campaign begins.”

The two warriors stood, nodding respectfully to the two apparent women and Rian before returning to the guardhouse. Rian looked over at Zinnia, “Your children will know you by scent and feel, regardless the form so I leave it up to you whether you wish to remain in the shape of a dwarf or your natural form, although I would enjoy the walk.”

Ineghis coughed, a light blush touching her cheek. “Forgiveness, Lord Death, but I do know how protective dragons are of their homes. I would not intrude on Zinnia’s home without her permission.”

Chuckling, amused at the stiffness, the propriety, Rian looked back over to Zinnia, “Well, golden one, is your magical assistant allowed to meet your children or would you rather she not?”

Zinnia knew where she was, she had missed her offspring so very desperately but hidden it well. When offered the opportunity to return to her form, she did not think twice and without a word closed her gold eyes and transformed herself in a swirl of gold and sparkle. In moments she was a magnificent dragon again, stretching her wings out. His next question didn't phase her either. "Of course, if I am to trust I must first trust myself. Please, Ineghis, join me and meet my children, the future we are fighting for."

Smiling, Ineghis reached up to lay a hand on Zinnia's long, broad neck. "Thank you, Zinnia. I hope to remain worthy of your trust. And the secret of your children and the survival of the dragons will remain with me." She paced alongside Zinnia and Rian as they approached the waterfall and the cavern beyond.

The Einherjar nearer the cavern had been warned by their compatriots that the trio was approaching. A row of them were waiting as Rian led the other two up the path, dropping to one knee, heads bowed. "Lady Drag'n, ur kidz r vell. Ved en hap'y. Mizz zer moeder but ken dat ye muzt away te protect all." the senior warrior said, lifting his head to meet Zinnia's eye.

Zinnia lowered her head in respect to the man, "I and my offspring thank you." She said graciously before turning to Ineghis, "trust is a two-way street my friend, you have shown me such already, and to work as a team, it is essential for us to trust each other." She began to walk, large lumbering steps into the darkened cave.

Rian was the last to enter the cave behind the falls, staying behind to have a couple words with the warriors guarding Zinnia's home. Ineghis followed as closely as she could to the large golden dragon. She was also slightly nervous about meeting the young dragons, whether they'd be fierce or kind.

Inside the cave there was sounds of rough housing and play, little bursts of flame and growls. "Sounds like your children are learning fight play, Zinnia." the wizard said, in what she hoped was a calm tone.

"They're siblings, no doubt they are establishing their own boundaries." The large gold dragon said with warmth. In a moment the three babies saw their mother, and with whoops of joy and roars of happiness, they bounded toward her. Zinnia was happy, they'd grown, they were healthy and she was so very pleased to see them all as she hung her head low allowing the children to hug and lick her face.

Ineghis smiled, seeing the young dragons as they greeted their mother. As an elf she'd lived for millennia and remembered the eons past when dragons of all hues had flown the skies of Selenia. She approached slowly, letting the young sense her and decide how they would react to her presence. She was slightly stiff, tense, still worried if the young dragons would be less than pleased to see her.

Behind them, Rian had finally joined them. He was inside the cave, leaning against the wall, observing everything and waiting for the initial moments of reunion to be done before they could speak further.

Speaking in her native tongue, Zinnia told her children of her journey briefly, told them of those she'd encountered, both good and bad and then went on to introduce her guest. Telling the brood to be gentle and friendly as this elf was a friend.

Ineghis edged towards the young dragons. She'd caught several of the words that Zinnia had used, had picked up words of the dragon's tongue in the past but didn't know all she'd said. "Hello, my name is Ineghis. Your mother is very brave, strong." she said calmly.

The two boys and one girl dragon babies began to babble in their native language, allowing their mother to translate.

"They understand you, but do not yet speak the words of man and woman." Zinnia listened, "they are pleased to meet an Elf, my daughter says you are beautiful, oh, as does my eldest son." She laughed deeply, "the middle boy thinks the eldest has a crush on you already, Maya is telling them to stop embarrassing her. I apologise, Maya is my girl, Kelva is my eldest and Azron is my younger son."


Ineghis smiled softly, "It is my pleasure to meet you all, Maya, Kelva, and Azron." She glanced at Zinnia, "If Kelva does feel that way then I better survive the battle or he'd be unhappy." she said, the smile broadening. "And, thank you, Maya. You are a beautiful young dragon as well." she said, turning back to the children.

Rian pushed off of the wall, walking quietly to the group, on the opposite side of Zinnia's head from Ineghis. "Golden Lady, your children are growing well and quickly." he said, the words coming from him in both the human tongue and the draconic.

"I want them to have a future and I pray to the gods that somewhere, there will be partners or mates for them. If these are the last, it will be a very sad thing indeed." Zinnia placed a wing over her jumping and wiggling offspring.

Rian sighed, the sound coming from one of the Creators was not entirely promising, but then he took a breath, "That is what you and the others are fighting for, Zinnia. So your children and all the children of this world can grow and have a future."

Ineghis nodded, patting Zinnia's neck, "I've seen you in action Zinnia, we will make sure your children have that future." she said, then chuckled as she felt what had to be Kelva's snout bump her back.

The not so small baby dragons had accepted their visitor, due to the fact their mother had approved the woman. Zinnia watched as Kelva nudged Ineghis, "he likes you, and wants to play." She said evenly as she turned to Rian. "I do worry to what world I am bringing them too, as if all dragons are gone, they will be doomed." Her voice saddened.

Ineghis smiled at the mention of play. She saw Zinnia turn to talk to Rian and decided it was best to take the children further away so they wouldn't hear what she was sure would be their mother's pain. As she walked, she began juggling balls of light, letting them touch the snouts of Kelva and the other two before they bounced back to her hands.

Rian's eyes hooded, a touch of sadness in them. "This world has not been kind to your people, Zinnia. If we succeed then I and Arienn will try to bring some of your people from other worlds where they still live, if they are willing, so you and your children are not alone." He realized how that could be taken, raising a hand to forestall her from speaking yet, "No, I am not trying to bribe you to continue to fight, merely offering you a chance, should we win the day."

She watched as Ineghis entertained her children, nodding sagely at Rian's words. "I believe a decision like that needs to be made when and if this war is won." She turned back, "know this, if I believe we will not win and that Selenia will fall. I will abandon the battle and spend my last hours with my children. I will not leave them to face death alone."

Rian nodded, in acknowledgement, "No one would ask that you abandon the final moments, if they come, with your children, Zinnia." He sighed, "I have seen far too many of my children fall, over the eons."

"I thank you for your understanding great one." She bowed her head before returning to watching the younglings play happily, their knowledge of what was to come completely non existent.

Following her gaze, the sense of darkness around Rian dissipated to a degree. "The things we do for our children, things they often do not understand or appreciate, at least until they reach maturity." he murmured. "Even the Destructor was not as he is now, in his youth."

"That would be a weakness to exploit, to remind the dark one of the joys of childhood, the dreams, the plans, the love of a parent." Zinnia sounded almost wistful. "If I could, I would."

Glancing at the dragon, meeting the saucer sized eye beside him, Rian's lips quivered in a smile. "Of all the Champions, you are the one who could. Remember, you are the bearer of Andrissa's power."

Turning to face him, her golden eyes sparkling, "but would such a creature hell bent on destruction even listen to one as myself?"

"There are exactly two beings in all of existence who cannot be touched by your power, Zinnia." Rian replied calmly. "The power that Andrissa granted you, to be able to change, to adjust, or to outright alter fate." His eyes glittered, a soft smile on his face. "And you are speaking to one of those two beings right now."

Her gold eyes narrowed, "who is the other?" She asked honestly.

"It should be obvious, dear lady dragon. If I am one then the other must be my dearest mate." he replied. "Ahhh...." one finger touched his lips for a moment, "you feared I meant the Destructor."

Lifting her large head to watch her children again, Zinnia nodded. "I did." She confessed, "so.....the odds are in our favour by your assessments?"

Following her gaze, Rian reached up, to scratch along the line of her jaw. "You deserve honesty, Zinnia. Right now, the Champions and the Destructor and his forces are near equal. The outcome could hinge on decisions made in coming days, by you, by the others, by your foes." he admitted.

Another nod, "I understand." She said quietly.

His hand still scratching her scales, "I want my daughter, this gem of a world to survive, and I do hope you and the others can do so. Your abilities and theirs may be the deciding factor, the Captains..." he paused, thinking, "they often are at odds with each other as much as against you. Which may be a breaking point you could use your twist of fate on."

She still did not understand how her 'gift' could be used, or how she'd be able to change anything at all. Zinnia nodded, "I understand." She repeated, but this time she did not.

Shaking his head, Rian could hear the doubt in her voice. "Tell me, Zinnia, have you tried to use the gifts Andrissa gave you?"

"I would not know how, even if I tried. How does one use the gift of a goddess when one doesn't know exactly what that gift is?" She asked.

"It is a unique gift." Rian admitted. He pursed his lips, thinking for a moment. Glancing over at Ineghis, the color seemed to drain from his form, almost becoming that humanoid black shape as he studied the wizard. The shape's head turned back to Zinnia, "Look at Ineghis, focus upon her, tell me what you see when you look past the physical."

She stared at the Elf, not seeing it at first but then, a black almost vine like thread, tendrils curling around the woman defying the obvious joy she currently found. "There is a black vine, it encircles her." She turned back to him, "is it the dark one?"

Rian sighed, "Of a sort. What you are seeing is her fate closing around her." he said in a tone only Zinnia could hear. "She...she isn't meant to survive the coming struggle." he went on. Looking over at the dragon, "But...you could change that."

This news horrified her, Zinnia knew nothing of this power of hers. "How?" She hissed, "I know not, otherwise I'd fix it now!"

"Concentrate on the darkness. Will it to unravel, to dissipate from around her." Rian suggested, eyes focused on Ineghis and the vine of darkness still tightening on her.

Zinnia's large gold eyes swung back, focusing on the dark vine as it curled and twisted. Her mind demanding it be gone, insisting it had no place there.

"Yes...." Rian whispered, watching as the vine trembled. It fought against Zinnia's power, against her ability to change fate. For a moment that was all that happened before it began to loosen, to release its grasp on the elf. "Almost there, Zinnia." he murmured, "You are changing her fate, and if you succeed, she will survive what is to come."

She intensified her focus, "Go." She growled, "leave her be."

Rian sighed again, touching Zinnia's side. The vine gave one last, desperate shudder as it tried to fight and then it whipped away, vanishing. "You did it, golden one." He said softly. His eyes narrowed for a moment and then he chuckled. "And more...look at her essence, does it seem slightly draconic now, to you?"

The effort had been difficult and Zinnia slumped her head duly so. "I do not." Her voice almost silent, "may I rest with my children for a while." She asked.

Rian nodded, "Rest, Queen of the resurrected dragons." he knew the comment was mysterious but she'd done even more than simply save Ineghis, something that he'd have to ponder, to wonder what the result would be.



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