IC: Samhain - GM approved
Hovering

Nyubis was right.

He was right.

With a deep, horrible sigh.

He realised he had no choice.

If he did not act now, then he would be guilty of the nepotism and abuse of power that he considered the Gods were, playing their endless games with the living, their relentless war for the sake of the balance...

Perhaps he had thought he could weasel his way out of this; avoid having to do what in his heart of hearts of heart - if he even had a heart anymore - he knew he had to.

The words of the dwarf reverberated around in his mind, and Samhain looked at him. "I didn't want this," Samhain said, loudly, above the sound of the waves and wind. "Any of it, and I am sorry it did. This is not my story, it is yours - the Champions of Selenia."

He contracted his fist, and bolts of murderous energy began to rain down towards Nyubis.

The red blasts could not kill instantly if they impacted; they merely wounded, and battered, and so it was by degrees that the reborn God of Death would be killed if struck; hammered into oblivion. It would actually take some time to kill anyone with this technique, but it was debilitating. The bolts would arc past Samhain, narrowly avoiding him and providing minimal gap, for Samhain was slender even when cloaked.

He simply accepted he would be covered in scars and bloody wounds, embracing the physical pain if it was to come -

For it would not transcend the emotional when his son too suffered, and died, with each and every blow.

He closed his arms around himself as if holding himself, bent over in agony.

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Various locales in the vicinity of the battle

Orca was circling below the tableau, sinuous movements that allowed him to keep an eye on his new ally and the champion facing him. He’d studied the bond between the two champions that limited Samhain’s ability to attack the demigod. But he was also somewhat limited as he had to keep moving, the sea goddess who had been with the demigod was down here and trying to influence things as well.

On the deck of the Contemptuous Rian had just taken Sarathai’s body from Xenos, making it suddenly vanish from sight. Technically it was still there but he’d hidden it away, from all that were there, keeping his promise to the man and keeping her safe. Which, of course, was when the display began in the sky. He looked up at it, shaking his head. Samhain just could not be other than what he was and that was going to cause all sorts of trouble. Closing his eyes, he was more than tempted to change the battlefield, to resolve this away from the mortals.

On the Freedom’s Bow Seamus looked over to the other ship, felt the sadness in his master, the pain that it caused him to allow these beings to do what they were. His expression was troubled as he turned back to Malagath, “Cap’n, I’m afraid your wish not to use the cannons seems one that cannot be fulfilled. My recommendation is to aim for Samhain, but it’s only a recommendation. It’s your ship to fight.”

Orca was getting agitated, it could feel the other beings lining up to end this battle for the heroes victory. There was one way to keep that from happening and it had to take the chance. It surged out of the water and began to chant in a language not of Selenia’s reality. It caused the air to writhe as it reached out to Xenos, slowly stripping the death tie that connected he and Nyubis from him.

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IC: Samhain
The End

How many plans had he laid?

How many moments had he connected?

How many deaths had he wrought?

Here, in Selenia, he had acted personally, taken matters into his own hands… and had stained his soul. Crossed a line or two, and next he had been enabling what he despised. The Great Game had played him, and he was now a monster.

Some darkness would be chuckling with some irony.

Had he really made plans to save everyone?

Or had he committed the ultimate self-defeating lie? Against himself?

He had driven them into a confrontation that could only end with destruction for all. He looked at his foe, using the watery depths to protect himself, and it gave Samhain thinking time. He had made an error, had failed himself, lost his way.

They’d all tried to tell him.

There was a booming noise in the distant, but Samhain was too focused upon himself - and then the others.

You were right.

These sacrifices were wrong. I fought the wrong war, and I lost it because I had to. I accept my punishment - imprisonment, execution. I will not be forgiven, I do not deserve.

A mental sigh.

My friends - thank you for showing me the way. Do with me what you will, I will serve, and my eternal penance for my sin will begin.

He released his sphere of energy, and beckoned to them.

Please. Strike me down with the blade and stop me from being used by the Destructor ever again.

His soul yielded; he was completely open to whatever needed to be done.

For once, he was completely at peace.

I love you, Xenos. You grew into the man I never was. Go in peace -

And then the cannonball smashed into Samhain.

The fired weapon crashed into and through his body with such force that it did not so much as hole him as evaporate him, shattering his form and exploding him -

There was no agony, only serenity.

This, too, he accepted.

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IC The Northern Champions!! Thank you to @TheAdmiral @Ktala @Corellian_Outrider and the boss of course.
There's a big hole we need to go through!


Mieli was glad that they were going through the mines. He wanted to stay away from the open air. So far he managed to push back his agoraphobia by focusing on the mission and the combat, but the first pangs were starting to manifest. Walking through the mines and feeling the dust in the air again...

"I will do the talking." he cautioned his companion "We get a bit skittish when tall ones want to go through our mines." after all they did not want any surface dweller to steal their gold and jewelry "It should be fine, though they might ask for a tax." he shrugged.

The two guards, to any non-dwarves indistinguishable from male or female, but in this case one of each, stiffened, long axes crossing before Mieli as he approached the entrance. "Ho, cousin, what brings a deep mithril deliver to our humble salt mines? Not trying to steal any of our tech again to take back and improve your efficiency, are you?" one of them called out.

"Oy, goblin-kisser!" Mieli exclaimed with enough amusement in his voice to show that he was friendly "We don't need your backwards technology thank you very much!" he made a mock-offended face "We wish to pass safely through the mines, we have an urgent mission on the other side."

The guard laughed, deep and rolling laughter echoing around the clearing. "You hear that, add that one to the list, goblin-kisser, noice." Tapping their companion on the shoulder, "Ranger?" The other squinted their eyes, tilting their helmet back to clear their line of vision. A shrug, "Seems dressed like it." A flicker at the treeline caught their gaze and a spyglass came up, "Three more in the trees. One of those haughty elves, a female dwarf, and what looks like a wizard."

The first turned back to Mieli, "Those the companions that make up the we? Run into any of those scum, the drow on your way here? They've been crawling all through the mountains, seeking passages but the peaks are jagged enough here the only way through are our passages."

"So, an urgent mission? Where are you headed?"

Zinnia stood with Sagitar and Arienn in the trees, she didn't trust the guards ahead, but she had to move with this group. The power given her by Andrissa was unknown to her at this point and she wondered how she could access it; how would she use it and when would be the best time to do that? For now, she hoped that it would come to her when she needed it.

"Yeah, yeah, write it down." Mieli rolled his eyes "I am a fountain of wisdom and so on and so on." he was getting restless "Yes, we fought some groups, they are getting more and more aggressive." he sighed then turned his head back towards his companions "Where were we heading?" he shouted.

Zinnia sighed, she was a dwarf after all, at least everyone thought that. She walked forward, her gold sword clearly visible carried facing backward, "that depends on the level of welcome these gentlemen." Lifting the sword she jammed it into the ground and leaned on it. "Through the mountains, what say you .....gentlemen?" She attempted to flirt.

Nissa was silent, as she listened to the others talk. They did that a lot it seems. Then she watched as the dwarf she found out was Mieli walk over to speak to some other dwarves about the passageway into the mines. Nissa hid her wings, adjusting her cloak. She didn't like caves. She looked around, wondering if the brave sprites that had been with her took off, when Airenn revealed herself. She knew that they would not like being underground either.

She didn’t glance towards Sagitar. While she understood trying to stay out of unnecessary battles, but calling the drows actions a simple 'misunderstanding still left a vile taste on her tongue. So instead she focused on the bit of news that they had heard about.

'....the only weapon that could possibly still be found is hidden in this Forest, a bow and magical quiver of special arrows, that was lost when the last cataclysm happened.” Airenn had spoken earlier. Yes, that was important. But this was a big forest. She wondered if she could ask the trees if they knew of anything unusual. But that would have to wait until they passed thru....the rock.

Nissa drew up her hood, as she mused the possibilities. And she looked at the others of their group. Another dwarf, Zinnia, wandered over to where Mieli had gone, to speak with the other dwarves about their passage.

Nissa was missing her fellow sprites already.

The dwarven guards, the one who hadn't spoken much in particular perked up as Zinnia called out. The other dropped the back end of his pike onto that one's head. "Pay attention, fool. Don't fall for any attractive girl that wanders by." That one turned toward Mieli, "You need to traverse the mine, head to the coast, is it?" The guard turned, whistling into the mine. A larger, more heavily armed dwarf appeared, looking over both Mieli and Zinnia. To the latter he snorted, recognizing the tactic when he saw it.

Looking past them he saw the others that were waiting. "A fairy, a wizard, and a damnable elf. That's what you're bringing? How did you ever end up with such companions, Ranger?" he asked.

At the treeline Arienn glanced at Nissa, "Little one, this passage will be swift and then we will be back in the open. I will be with you the entire trip." she told the fairy gently.

Sagitar stood apart from the others. His voice a whisper as he prayed, asking for the heavenly lady to give him strength to continue and to watch over them. As his lips moved, his eyes were watchful of Zinnia.

There was something more to her than what she was projecting. He narrowed his gaze as she approached the other dwarves. There was an awkwardness about her... was she uncomfortable in her skin? Or around them?

His gaze shifted at the flutter of Nissa’s wings and saw Arienn and Nissa converse quietly.

Maybe it be a puzzle to solve at an appropriate time.

"I am not sure you will believe me if I tell you hehehe..." Mieli chuckled and scratched the back of his head "The woman helped me with some drows, then the air turned into beer and..." he paused "... and yeah... I met the rest soon after." he did not think they will believe him, but the Ranger could not blame them. After all... the air to turn into beer? That sounded like a dream come true...

Zinnia chuckled. "He ain't lying there. I swear on me mothers grave." She added hoping they'd believe them. "Maybe that Wizard can do that to the air, well, it tasted and smelled, not sure we got the full effect of it though, but we did kill plenty of them drow buggars."

"Air beer? Pull the other one." the original guard laughed. "You sure one of these females isn't beguiling you? Of course, given the quality of at least one of your companions that isn't a bad thing." they leered at Zinnia as they spoke.

The larger dwarf motioned, "You might as well have the rest of them join us. If I'm going to allow you to enter and pass through the mine, I do need to see them all closely."

Zinnia snorted. "If I be doing such curses, I be picking me me better stock to beguile than him." She smiled at the first guard before winking. If they were going to get what they needed, she had to do what was needed. When he suggested they all come forward she turned? "Come friends, join us so these fine gentlemen can see you better.”

Arienn smiled, she felt Sagitar's prayers and knew they would reach their recipient. She stepped closer to him, "You are important to her, Sagitar. She has invested much in you." she whispered.

“Thank you, milady. It is humbling to hear.” Sagitar gave Arienn a pensive look, He paused as though unsure what to say. “I do question how wise that is for her to have done so... to continue to invest in me after all these years...” he lightly chuckled. “... though I know if she was walking amongst us, at this very moment, she would just give a knowing smile and say that the night is still young and we should continue this dance until the band retires.” His eyes went a bit misty as though he was far off in another time before blinking and then smiled. “I shall strive to not let her down... nor step on any toes.”

Mieli glared at the dwarf woman, then grumbled "Can we get a move on?" he decided to return to the issue at hand "Or are we going to have a picnic at the entrance?"

Sagitar looked back over to the dwarves as Miele grumbled loudly to Zinnia.

“I suppose negotiations have concluded.” Sagitar remarked to Arienn as he shifted his hold on the staff to use as a travelling stick. “Best find out if the paths are open to us.”

As Nissa mused at missing her other companions, Arien looked over towards her.
"Little one, this passage will be swift and then we will be back in the open. I will be with you the entire trip," she told the fairy gently.

Nissa nodded. "I know. With the Goddess blessing, I will make it. But I still don't like it." Nissa said softly.

Nissa heard one of the dwarves call out. "Come friends, join us so these fine gentlemen can see you better!" Nissa tucked her wings down once more. They would be in the way underground. Nissa didn't mind buildings, but underground, was unfamiliar territory for her.

With a sigh, Nissa turned to the others. "I best they are calling for us to come forward. Let's get this over with. After the horror that chased us in the sky, Im hoping underground is a little less .. active, since they are guarded. But, if this is the quickest way, then we best be moving on."

With that, Nissa quickly began making her fastest way to where the dwarves were waiting for them near the entrance.



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OOC: Apologies for this update's late arrival, it's been a busy week at home. For the Champions at sea, see the end of the Update.

Update 15

IC Arienn

Once Arienn joined the group at the entrance to the mine the semi jovial, semi serious tone became more formal. Even the dwarves here knew of the High Priestess of Morrigan. She calmed the nerves of the dwarf Captain when he realized who she was, speaking quietly and calmly. The captain gave a look to one of the dwarves who had been clustered by the entrance to the mine and that one took off like a bolt from an arbalest.

They had travelled through the mine less than a mile before a platoon of dwarven warriors appeared around a bend of the tunnel they were travelling. They dropped to one knee and Arienn smiled softly. Giving her blessing she bade them rise and they fell in alongside the champions. Intent on their mission to guard her and the champions there was little chance to discuss the why or wherefore of what was occurring or why they had come this way.

The trip through the mine was swift, slowed only by the occasional group of dwarves who recognized her or Mieli. They would stop and talk to any of those groups for a few minutes before moving on. Six hours of travel and they reached the far side. The captain turned to Arienn, “It is night outside, I will have the platoon stay with you, at least until dawn. Those who live outside the mine tend to be lightfingered, especially with travellers at night.”

Exiting the mine the platoon took them to the first oasis past the mine before setting up camp. A roaring fire drove the darkness of the night away. Those of the platoon not on duty sat around the fire with the four champions. A pair of male dwarves were sitting closely to Zinnia, the nearest of the two, “Hello, beautiful. What brought you out here with all these others?”

One of the platoon was a Ranger in training and knew that Mieli was one and had cornered him, “What do you recommend I should bring for my Final Test?” Of course she wasn’t doing herself any good, not noticing that, outdoors, under the vast canopy of the night sky Mieli’s agoraphobia was beginning to rear its head.

Another of the females in the platoon sat down next to Nissa, “Are you a fairy? We haven’t seen fairies in years. Please can I see your wings?” she asked.

The only two that were given space, out of respect, were Sagitar and Arienn. Which gave the two of them a chance to speak further. There was a touch of sorrow on her face, that hadn’t come about until the last bit of the trip to the oasis. But she did her best to banish it, as she gestured for the wizard to join her by the fire. When he had, she smiled, softly, “Your patron and,” she glanced at Zinnia, “were two of my favorite children when they were young and both grew into fine examples of godhood.”

TAGS: @Adalia-Durron, @TheAdmiral, @Ktala, and @Corellian_Outrider (a group combo can be done, each having little conversations in it until Arienn brings everyone together, or separate combos with me, your choice)
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Update 16

Northwest of Shelrior Holm

Rian, Death as he allowed to still be seen by the champions in this moment, nodded solemnly. He slowly floated over to Xenos, laying a hand on the man’s shoulder. “They are and will always be with you.” He glanced down at the waters below, the empty cowl considering. The cowl turned and glanced at the Freedom’s Bow a message passed to his Coxswain. He sighed and then drifted back to the Contemptuous.

Onboard Malagath’s ship, Seamus nodded, message received. He glanced at Malagath, “It is done. You and the Champions have free sailing for now. But...don’t expect the weather to be pleasant, Rian and Arienn can finally mourn the children they have already lost.” he said softly.

Shaking his head, “With your permission, I will depart.” He waited, nodded at the acknowledgement, and returned to the Contemptuous.

The next pair of days were wild ones for the crews. At times the waves were so high that the ships were vertical travelling up them or down the back of them. Sealife flung itself on deck with regularity, as if they were trying to escape the chaos of the depths.

On the third day of this the seas began to calm, life onboard returning to normal, until a lookout on the Contemptuous called out, “Land ho!” They had reached the southern end of the Al Qalhan League. There was only a short sail to reach the point that Rian had indicated would be where they would meet the others, a day or so.

Which, of course, was when a messenger bird dropped, exhausted from the tumultuous storm, onto the deck of the Freedom’s Bow. When the message was retrieved from around its leg it revealed that Uthium had begun their war, a new Chancellor had been chosen, the last having died days ago from “unknown causes”. They were already attacking by sea and land every land they could reach.

As the champions gathered to discuss, those with godly energy and life would feel one last event, a call that seemed to echo in their bones, one they only felt the fringes of, Sea hag, your report is due, now!

TAGS: @greyjedi125, @Sinrebirth, @Shadowsun, @galactic-vagabond422 (combo for Xenos, Malagath, and Nyubis; separate combo for Aboleth)
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IC: Aboleth
The Depths

Sea hag, your report is due, now!

That was unsubtle.

Aboleth bristled at the offence, and slid off into the depths, to reach through to the Gods Realm.

"My Liege, I was merely ensuing I had all the information about the fate of Samhain, for I know how much you loath him."

She genuflected, in her beautiful human form and dropping down to one knee as the water dripped from her.

Huitzilopotchli looked down from where he sat, at Aboleth. An eyebrow rose, a hummingbird tweetling by his ear, as he crooked a finger for her to rise. “Are you certain of that?” he asked, in a flat voice. Reports had Dolphin and Orca in the area and they too were corrupted, or perhaps always had been corrupted by the Destructor.”

He shifted in his seat, snapping his fingers and a servitor appeared, beginning to mop up the water dripping from Aboleth. “You seemed particularly friendly with the remnants of Anubis.” Leaning forward, his eyes narrowed, “What did happen with Samhain? Last I was able to see was that his soul and Ma’at’s were beginning to combine and then they were both gone, minutes later with nothing in between to explain.

For the moment, she ignored the jab at Anubis. "I suspect Samhain and Ma'at joined with their son, and elevated him to an extent. There will soon be as many Gods at the table as there are on Selenia, at this rate."

"The Destructor seems to be on the move though," she admitted. "I overheard the Orca offering Samhain a role within his camp - a role he had intended to accept, until he was shot by dwarf cannons."

“Dwarven cannons, hmmm….” Huitzil mused. He glanced past where a bubble of silence surrounded the throne, to where a couple of the gods remained at the table. “So Cayden’s aid was instrumental to Samhain’s final demise.”

He glanced down at her, “Too bad you did not disrupt Orca, in some ways he’s even more dangerous than his father. But something is happening, how, what has the power to guide these newborn gods?” He looked down at the map, a map that had shocked both himself and Morrigan when they last attempted to touch it.

“The information is incomplete, I suspect someone here is assisting whoever it is on Selenia, and several of the gods involved here have taken a short break from the table, are off on their own. But...the answers are probably not here.” His knuckles sat under his chin, as he mused.

Aboleth hesitated.

"I did sense something... else, powerful, even. Nyubis seemed to be having guidance from an element that did not correspond to any of the missing Gods." A shrug. "I did not know what it meant, for I was seeking to take what information I had gathered without the others noticing me."

Huitzil glanced up, “Hmmm, so whoever is aiding them is right under the nose of my High Priest. That does bear further investigation.” He smiled, not a pleasant sight, “Perhaps he needs a visit from you, my little spy. And, perhaps that Nyubis could be tempted to turn from his companions if they are following this other power.”

Aboleth shook her head. "Nyubis is incorruptible. If Samhain's wiles could not reach him, my charms will have no impact but to harden his resolve." She hesitated. "We would need to lead Nyubis by the nose... or perhaps by another organ, perhaps."

She managed a smile, but there was disquiet behind it.

Changing tack, she pressed on. "Should not the High Priest know? How could they not?"

Huitzil chuckled at the thought of Aboleth leading Nyubis along by...another organ. And then sighed at what she said further. “He should know, yes. What truly concerns me is that I cannot reach him. Something is preventing me from reaching him or Morrigan from reaching her High Priestess. Whatever you sensed seems to be trying to remove our pieces from our power and I suspect they are attempting to keep our representatives on Selenia from reaching us.”

He pounded the arm of his throne, “That is unacceptable. If you must use Nyubis, gain his complete trust and his loyalty, by any means that brings him back to supporting us, to get access to my High Priest then do so. We need that information.”

Aboleth made a scene of mulling it over, trying not to flinch at the pounded arm. "Could not Morrigan attend the Champions in person? Her power, and that proximity, would surely solve the mystery."

She amended to ensure he did not consider her to be disagreeing. "I will of course be sure to use Nyubis to the fullest."

Huitzil pulled a face, almost as though injured, "Do you not think that both Morrigan and I have tried to descend and speak to Rian and Arienn face to face? Even we have been brushed aside." He looked sour, "You, you have power but you often can make it seem not there, which means that we must do so the old fashioned way, in this case, you seeing if you can find yourself face to face with Rian so that you may speak with him."

Aboleth briefly hesitated. Curious. "I can do as you say, my Lord. For you, of course. Will Lord Rian listen to me, if he faces me? I am concerned that your, ahem, summons will not go unnoticed. If they connect that I am a, as you indelicately put it, sea hag."

Huitzil chuckled, the anger dissipating. “You know I enjoy teasing you. You are my best little spy and I know you can present yourself very well, if you choose to do so.” He paused, “They have enough on their plate that they should, perhaps, not notice your disappearance. And Rian, I’m sure, is concerned that he has not been able to contact me so he should listen to you.”

A slow nod. "And if Rian is not concerned?"

“If Rian is not concerned then the one who is assisting the champions is far stronger than I could believe and has taken my High Priest from me. Either way, I must know.” Huitzil replied.

Aboleth bowed deeply. "It will be done, my Lord."

She began to back away from him, keeping her gaze lowered.

Huitzil chuckled as she backed away, "The act doesn't fool me, Aboleth. But yes, I look forward to your next report."

She vanished into the water anew, becoming her fishy self and swimming away.

The further away she was from him, the more excited she became to see Nyubis again.

But she'd avoid Rian for as long as possible.

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~OOC~ Thank you again @darthbernael for this joint post. It was a lot of fun.

~IC~ Enya + Hephaestus
Location: The Realm of the Gods - Upon leaving the Chambers | Before arriving at Andrissa’s Hall.

When Enya reaches outside, she paused and closed her eyes. She took a moment to feel the warmth on her face, the breeze against her skin then breathed a sigh of relief. She really wanted to bathe, to wash away the ash and pent up stress though with the dice in her hand, there was something far more important she needed to do first.

A small Robin fluttered over to her as she reached halfway down the summit, along the wide marble staircase. She crooked her index finger for it to perch as it chirped a few notes. She responded in kind back and it fluttered off.

Enya followed along a winding paths around the base of the summit to the gardens. When she passed through the arched gate she was greeted by a flock of birds. They were lined up along the branch of a tree, bobbing up and down. Chirping.

Warily, Enya glanced about to see if she way along before walking over to the roots of the tree and around to the back - there!

A mottled drab brown-green hooded cloak nestled hidden, camouflaged against the bark and foliage. Concealing herself within and pulling the hood up to obscure her face, she left the gardens and made her way deeper and deeper.

A series of caves ran deep through the realm. Some entrances are hidden, some are public places, some are temples, shrines, tombs.... and some are not. The one Enya sought belonged to a legendary craftsmith.

Going deeper inside the cave, she could hear faint sounds of metal striking metal and the bellows keeping the furnaces hot and the smell of the smelting of ore.

The hunched over god stiffened for a moment, his massive shoulders rolling as he set a hammer down on the forge, one that he was the only one in the Realm to be able to lift. Lifting his hands, he tied back his long, dark, curly hair before he looked at her. "You know I made that for you sister. What is it that brings you to my forge?" He wasn't being rude and didn't sound annoyed, he was just brusque by nature.

“Forgive my intrusion.” Enya warily glanced to the hammer then back to Hephaestus. “I came to ask for your expertise...” she outstretched her hand. Her fingers curled, hiding what she held. “...and insight. If you have a moment to spare.”

He glanced at the her hand, one eyebrow rising. "If you have come to me you need either a weapon, some form or defense, or something beautiful with hidden qualities like your cloak." His curiosity was raised though, she was a rare visitor to these furnace depths and that she'd ventured here meant her need was real. "What has been happening up there that means you need this?"

Enya gently pulled back the hood so Hephaestus can see her face better under the glow of the workshop.

“I don’t know what you might have heard though I do my best to brief you. Several of us had been selected to save Selenia from annihilation. The method is in guise of a game. A table with an artifice in form of a living map which affects the world with every interaction. Our champions are our representatives and we have to roll a set of dice to determine whether they succeed or fail at their tasks.”

He stroked the long beard that was tucked into his apron. "A destruction game I take it? One where if you fail the world is remade, how original..."

“Yes... though not everyone plays by the rules.” She said with disgust. “Blood had been spilt, we lost several of our kin...” her mouth twitched. “The balance... the equilibrium... is off centre.”

He nodded. His head turned, gazing deeper into the forge in thought. Through the heat shimmers, haze, and flame the wavering outline of a shield, with a sinuous line dividing it in half hung over a pool of molten metal. One side was white and one was black. He turned back, his eyes suddenly piercing. "Any sign that the great grands have returned?"

Enya paused as she watched him and followed his gaze. She almost jumped at his about turn. “Maybe... possibly...there are forces beyond the control of the gods at work.” She met his gaze. “This has become more than the game it intended to be by our host.”

He sighed, his gaze softening. "There may be a chance then." he said softly. His normally grim countenance turned up a grin, "Ok good." He clapped his huge, meaty hands, "So, what would you like me to make?" he asked almost cheerily.

“I... ah.. I don’t know. So many thoughts.” Enya upturned her hand and uncurled her fingers to show the dice. “I brought these to you to learn more about them. If this abomination that has been unchained is related to one of your titans then will have to work out a means to stop it and I miss Andrissa.” She stopped for a breath. Enya blinked then allowed a small nervous chuckle. “I apologise for that.”

He took the dice, rolling them around in one palm, tossing them in the air and catching them. "Fate's gone, that's trouble. Makes it tougher for the heroes."

"What was the abomination named when it was introduced?" he asked as he continued to consider the dice.

Enya paused. Colour flushed to her cheek as she tried to remember. “Blood of Samhain’s was spilt on the map... that birthed some unnatural entities... and possibly Anubis’ blood. I’m not too sure as I had been poisoned and... I cannot recall the name.”

Hephaestus sighed, "There is power in a name. I have not heard of movements from the Titans which makes me wonder where this foe is from." he pondered. "But godly blood introduced to the world is not good."

“Abomination... a destructor... something of immense power...” Enya was raking her brain to remember. She shock her head. “Without a name, we won’t know what is effective against it.” She sighed. “No... Samhain wanted us all to die and for us to fail. He succeeded with Isha, Andrissa, Anubis... even Ma’at and himself. Andrissa sacrificed herself to stop him.”

An eyebrow went up up as she spoke. He shook his head, sorrow in his expression at the named, lost gods. "I knew Samhain was disgruntled and wanted a change. But did you say the Destructor?" He slammed a fist on the anvil, hard enough that the hammer jumped. "That is truly not good. That is a a creature from outside our reality."

“If it is from outside our reality... then that makes it more difficult for our champions.” Enya stated almost to herself. “Would our powers work on it?”

"Possibly. I do not know if even I can make a weapon to destroy such a being. Probably one that could assist in forcing them back to their realm." He slammed the anvil once more, "Damnit I wish it were certain whether the Precursors were here or not." His eyes met hers, "Do you know why I spend my days down here, rather than in the Halls? I love my work, yes, but Hutzilopotchli knows I serve and believe in our forebears."

Enya blinked. There was something more to what he had said. “I did not realise that there is friction between those who believe in our forebears and of Huitzilopotchi... I wonder what really is going on... and why.”

"He...doesn't like admitting something came before him. Which is why the scrolls about them are either in personal collections or hidden, because he has them destroyed otherwise. I have my suspicions why but he has never admitted it." He rolled the dice a few more times, a small smile forming. "If these came from him it would be ironic to turn them into something to send what he released back to its home."

“That would be poetic.” Enya smiled. “It would be grand to rekindle hope in Selenia and a means of stopping the Destructor...” An epiphany crossed Enya’s face. “Maybe Huitzilopotchi’s reasons for silencing our history is connected to why the select few of us were chosen to be in this so called game. Would it be our lineage? A game to wipe the world clean and remade anew. The sacrifices... the fires... Samhain is connected.”

His hand reached to his chin, stroking his beard again, the other setting the dice on the forge. "Hmmm, yes, it could be he wished to remove those who remember or honor our forebears. And couldn't include me." A finger tapped the dice, "Now, what would be the best design to create from these." he mused.

Hephaestus, tapping the dice once more, "What would be best for you, something flexible and sharp or more stiff and sharp?" he asked before pumping the bellow of the forge, the heat beginning to increase as he did.

“I suppose it has to be something sharp.” Enya paused then pursed her lips. “Hmmm... flexible would be more my style... “

He smiled, "You mean perhaps, like a daggertail?" He could see it in his mind's eye and that would suit her indeed.

Enya looked up surprised at Hephaestus’ suggestion. “Taking inspiration from the Persians?” She said lightly as she considered such a weapon. From memory, the design is like a snake. A chain-whip type weapon with blades protruding from both edges. Fast and deadly with a long reach in the right hands.
“It would be like dancing with a ribbon.”

Hephaestus chuckled, "A very sharp and deadly ribbon." He agreed.

“I just have to rehearse my moves.” Enya gave an impish smile.

The Forgemaster blushed. He'd never admit it but he knew how he appeared and the goddesses and their beauty were way out of his league, even for the, physically, strongest of the gods. "Errrrr...you're...you're welcome to rehearse here." He coughed, the blush deepening.

Enya gave Hephaestus a thoughtful look as she considered the offer. His workshop was out of the way from prying eyes and afforded some privacy.

“I suppose that might work if you have the space for me. It could also give an opportunity to stress test the weapon through development. Ah... would that conflict with your routine?”

It took him a minute to meet her gaze, the bristles of his beard standing out with the depth of the blush still on his face. "No Enya, it certainly would not conflict." he said softly. "Besides," he glanced at the shield once more, "you may need someone with a shield to guard you as you go into battle."

Her gaze followed his to the shield. This was starting to feel more and more real. “I-I cannot ask you to endanger your life for me.”

He turned to look at her, his eyes crinkling in a smile, "But you didn't ask, I offered." He paused, looking down for a moment before looking in her eyes, "Besides, I cannot stay here worrying while you risk your life. I couldn't live with that."

“I appreciate that and it helps knowing I won’t be completely alone with all this.” She stepped forward and gave his cheek a small kiss to express her gratitude. “Thank you.”

He touched his cheek with one hand, before picking her up in an abrupt, but gentle, hug. "Your welcome, any time, sweet goddess."

Setting her back down, blushing even more at his actions, he turned toward the forge. "Sorry, Enya, got carried away." he muttered before taking the dice and setting them in the forge to get them ready to draw out.

The hug caught her off guard though it wasn’t unwelcome. As he set her back down, she noticed his awkwardness.

“Do not apologise for a cheerful and comforting emotion.” She assured him. “There needs to be more cheer in the world...” She smiled and nodded to his work. “... I best take my leave for now and let you focus on your work. Thank you again. I shall be back later though there are errands that must be done and answers to seek.”

He nodded, smiling at her. "It should be ready when you return."

Enya inclined her head and then brought the hood back in place and the cloak more about herself as she left. There was a lot to ponder, especially regarding Huitzilopotchi’s leadership and the state of Selenia. She best return and prepare herself for meeting with the others. If only Andrissa was still here...

TAG: @darthbernael @galactic-vagabond422 @Ktala @TheAdmiral... Mentions for @Adalia-Durron @greyjedi125 @Shadowsun @Sinrebirth

 

~OOC~ Special thanks goes out to @Adalia-Durron , @Ktala , @darthbernael and @TheAdmiral for this joint post between us.

~IC~ Sagitar, Nissa, Zinnia, Mieli, and Arienn
Further north from E’mthalas, Qedraerhiel

Zinnia was leaning forward, warming her dwarf hands and gazing longingly into the fire, the flames dancing in a timeless ballet she’d always been drawn too, her fake blue eyes reflecting the flames, and bringing out their true colour to anyone looking, she heard a voice. Someone was looking. She blinked a few times to clear the exotic gold colour before slowly turning to face the voice. “Destiny.” She answered simply.

The eyes of both dwarves sparkles, "Aye...destiny, such a beast that can be. Could it be destiny that brought you to our platoon where we could meet you?" one slurringly asked as the other took a long pull from his stein of beer. It was obvious they were both drunk but that wasn't stopping them from their interest in her, nor was her curt response.

Zinnia studied them both, dwarfs seemed so fond of the drink that set their minds to addle, she looked back to the fire and smiled. "Possibly." She answered knowing if things with these two got out of hand she knew what her next move would be.

"Oh?" The bigger of the two asked, leaning close. "Why? You are the most beautiful, capable dwarven maiden I've ever seen." He slurred slightly.

Zinnia closed her eyes, the rage was below the surface but the smell of this males breath and his obvious leering was disgusting to her. When she opened her eyes, she'd calmed. "Ye don't know how capable or not I be, don't be makin' assumptions. As for me beauty, ye minds are addled right now, I not be believing one word." She said in a cool voice as she picked up a stick and prodded the fire, its delicious flames sparking and spitting as she did so.

The larger of the two dwarves rocked back as he laughed, "My, you have fire, have spirit, lass." he chocked out around the laughter. The shorter one leaned closer, "Why, why can we not enjoy this time and your company by the fire?" he said softly, his tankard tipping over slightly.

"Enjoy me company? I not be looking for company, elst I'd be asking for it." Zinnia stared at the fire, it entranced and excited her. They'd just said she had fire, spirit, that amused her, they had no idea how much. "I do fear that you could well cause the fire to be burning hotter with ye breath!" Why couldn't this pair just leave her alone?

The smaller dwarf rocked back, laughing, "Gorg, watch out, she's gonna burn ye!" he chortled. He leaned forward again, "We live in the heat and depths of the mine, digging out the crystals, heat is our bosom companion."

Zinnia gave her head a slow shake, were they not listening to her? "That be nice for you." She muttered, "I not be the 'heat' you seek."

Mieli did not follow the conversations, though there was a faint sensation that the two of his cousin were hitting on his girl. Not that there was anything between them, but he still felt a tad jealous. After all this beautiful maiden appeared to him while those two were just standing guard!

He just sat there and played with a stick and the fire. "Would be good if we had some more ale..." he sighed resignedly.

The gentle crackle of the fire and warmth it provided was inviting. Sagitar looked to Arienn as she mentioned Enya and Andrissa. The thought of the Lady Enya as a child brought a smile to his face.

“I never had the pleasure of meeting Andrissa...” Sagitar reflected. “...though it would have been a cherishing memory to watch the two of them grow up.”

Arienn smiled softly. Her eyes were slightly distant. "Both were inquisitive little girls, always getting into things. Different pursuits but I never knew if Andrissa would have changed her bedroom to a swamp or if Enya would have brought home a 'pet' Griffin."

“A swamp for a bedroom? That is creative. And if anyone could tame a Griffin, I have no doubt it would be her.” There was something about that moment which Sagitar recognised about the two. “It sounds as the two compliment each other. Andrissa with nature and Enya certainly has an affinity for animals.”

Arienn nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Yes, that they did. They were always close..." She shook her head. "I can't go to Enya to comfort her, it would reveal too much, too soon. I can only hope she is coping with losing her sister." Sadness tinged her words through and through.

Sagitar nodded in understanding and gently prodded the fire. He whispered a few words and the colour shifted to a more dreamy hue of golds and purple. “There is a place, between sleep and awake... where I hear her voice the strongest.” He states as the flickering flame resembled that of a female figure. “Her music... her voice has been a great comfort to me over the years. How I’ve been blessed by her, it amazes me after all this time... I don’t understand how or why though I have grown to accept it and I’ve learn that she is strong and kind despite carrying the weight of the past on her shoulders. She knows I’ve put my faith in her and I hope that is enough for her. I do believe she will persevere.”

Arienn's smile lifted a fraction, "She is strong, very strong. And she believes in what is right. I'm sure she will find a way. And will watch over you through all the trials to come."

The flame figure danced like a ballerina. There was something about the way it moved which triggered a treasured memory from long ago. “Is it selfish to have her guidance during such a time?” Sagitar asked, there was a tone of concern in his voice. “Would it interfere with what she needs to do? I know she tells me not to be concerned about such things and yet...” he gave a wistful smile. “...I sometimes do.”

This time, Arienn's smile lit the fire a brighter color. "If she says she will do so she will. That is her nature and she has shown capable of taking on many tasks at once." She glanced at Zinnia for a moment, "I'm more concerned that there could be more treachery in that realm. But...there is one I trust who would protect her."

Sagitar pursed his lips at the mention of treachery. It was a reminder that all is not well in the realm of the gods and that Enya was in as much danger as they find themselves. “I am glad that she is not alone in all of this. I am powerless to protect her directly though to serve her, I suppose I better play my role to the best of my abilities and have faith everything else falls into place.”

Arienn reached over, laying one long fingered hand on Sagitar's arm. "That is the best idea. And yes, her protector, poor child, has cared for her for years, from a distance. Partially because of the marriage he was put into." She smiled softly, "He loves his wife but she often leaves him alone and, unfortunately, I believe part of why they were married is because he does follow the ways of Rian and I."

The young, female Ranger in training bounded to her feet, returning to Mieli with a full tankard of ale. She handed it to him with a smile. "Here, sir. Please tell me anything you can about the Ranger Trials."

The shorter of the two dwarves smiled, a tipsy smile, "But you are the heat we want to spend time with, lass." The larger dropped a fist on the smaller one's head, making him slump to the ground, "Mine, I want to spend time with her."

The small female dwarf smiled up at Nissa, "There haven't been fairies around here in decades, is it true you all can do magic?"

Arienn was observing it all, a small smile on her face. Glancing at Sagitar, "You may find things, shortly, to be more revealing than you expected." she said mysteriously.

It was night. There was a roaring bonfire about them. The dwarves not on duty, we lounging about, giving small talk with the various members of the group.

So why were alarm bells ringing in Nissa's head??

From what she had heard and seen of dwarves, these seemed... awfuly friendly. They were even asking her about magic.

But something just keep nagging at her. Something felt off.

The dwarf next to her asked if she could do magic..

Nissa stood up, looking around. "Sometimes." she answered, as she began to walk around the perimeter.

It should be safe. After all, Arienn was here, wasnt she? Nissa reached under her shirt and wrapped her fingers around the totem Arienn had given her earlier. She used her shadow sight to check the area.

"How long till daylight?" she asked outloud, as she walked around the encampment.

Sagitar arched his brow questioningly at the cryptic message Arienn had given him.

“Hopefully it is not the frightful kind.” He responded in a light humorous tone.

He glanced briefly to Nissa, who had curiously left the glow of the fire to pace about the area. Something has her anxious... was it the location or something far off? Something unseen?

They are a larger group now. It be hard to believe that goblins would trouble them on what should be a protective path... but then again, these are strange times. He glanced to the dwarves. Maybe she just felt uncomfortable at the present company.

“The night is still young.” Sagitar answered Nissa’s question and gestured to a spot to where Arienn and himself sat. “Come, you are welcome to sit with us,” he said assuringly as he brought up his satchel and opened the clasp. He pulled out a case of shortbread. “We’ll have some supper and then work out the schedule for who shall keep the first watch.”

Arienn smiled softly at Sagitar's response, and at his encouragement of Nissa. She glanced over at the dwarves bothering Zinnia and a thought touched their minds, dropping them off to sleep, "They will bother you no more, little one." she told the dwarf woman. Glancing around, she too encouraged Nissa to rejoin the light of the fires. "I suggest everyone take the time to rest, the trip to the sea will be energy draining, the desert is unforgiving."

TAG: @darthbernael

 

OOC: Apologies for the delay, DRL can suck sometimes.

Update 17

Al Qahla, west of the mountains

The night was quiet, allowing all in the encampment to sleep. There were no warnings from the guards on patrol, no noises that warned of any danger. The morning came and...it was as peaceful as it seemed.. As Zinnia, Mieli, Sagitar, and Nissa woke, the noises of the camp picked up around them. Arienn greeted them as they emerged. “The path ahead has been scouted and it appears that the desert has it’s usual share of heat and lack of water. The dwarves have already filled several large barrels with water from the oasis and we are prepared.”

The company of dwarves, several nursing hangovers, quickly struck camp and the march into the desert began. The sun rose and as it was higher in the sky the heat was radiating into everything. The bright light drowned out the ability to see more than a kilometer in the distance. Which turned out to be a problem, considering the dunes rose and fell, leaving many low spots where foes could hide.

Halfway through the day, when the heat had burned into and through all present, was the moment shrieking war cries and high growls of what seemed to be rather large dogs or wolves sounded in the air.



The wargs tore through the band, dwarves falling right and left. The attackers came from three separate sides at the same time. The attack came from the front, left, and right of the band. Within minutes, half the company of dwarves were laying motionless on the sands, blood draining into the water starved soil.

Arienn shook her head, there had been a sense of foreboding in the air for some time and this was it. An abomination, similar to the one that had destroyed the elven city appeared in the sky and she could not drop the guise that she wore as it attacked the band. But...it attacked her directly, not the others of the group. And she had to keep its attention on her, so that the others could deal with the other threat.

She sent a thought to the four champions, a suggestion as it were, “Zinnia, please deal with the intruders to the right, Mieli, please take charge of the band and deal with those attacking from the front, Sagitar and Nissa, the intruders from the left.” As the champions went about their business, she refocused on the abomination. If she could draw it away from the others she could remove it from the ‘game’.

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Sagitar and Nissa, following Arienn’s suggestion, took after the warband that had disappeared into the dunes again, to the left of their band. The trail was easy to follow, the wargs had not tried to hide their backtrail. It was only a few minutes until they found those they were following. However, what they hadn’t expected was the dome of dark energy covering the encampment. A dark chuckle sounded from the dome before a figure strode out of it. “Hello Sagitar, you have chosen the wrong side in this battle, but perhaps that can be changed. And I see...you brought me a gift, in the little fairy.” the dark wizard said, in a low, gravelly tone.



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As Zinnia took off after the right warband, the trail disappeared off into the deep desert. In moments she was away from the band, out of their sight. It offered her the opportunity to revert to her normal form, if she wished. She followed a similar trail as Sagitar and Nissa had, their foes weren’t even bothering to cover their tracks. Which meant that their foes didn’t care that the champions may be after them.

Her trail took her further than the others had followed. When she finally reached the deep wadi that the goblin band returned to, it was filled with laughing, joking, and blood covered goblins and wargs. But that was not all. In the middle of the group there was a solitary figure, in a blood red suit. It appeared human, until she got a glimpse of his eyes. It was as though looking into the void.



“Ahhhh, the last golden dragon, the last queen of the dragons. Why have you taken up with these mortal beasts? What can they offer you that a cousin of yours cannot? Yes, the dragons are related to the Destructor, in a distant way, and he would offer you dominion and power.” The figure smiled, sharp teeth evident in the grin, as he looked upon her, at her approach.

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The warband from the front redoubled its efforts to destroy the dwarves as the other two bands disappeared off to the right and left sides of their band. This one was twice the size of the two that had attacked from the sides and the dwarves began to make their stand, following Mieli’s orders, defending the band, pulling in closely and beating away the various attacks. However, things took a turn. Even as the dwarves felled wargs and goblins, the bodies began to rise once more, undead beasts and goblins rejoining the fight.

From the back of the warband high chanting was coming. It began to come closer until a figure came into view. The eyes drifted over the dwarves until they alighted on Mieli, as though it knew that he was the leader of the group, and more.



“Fool of a dwarf. This attack is doing exactly what it was meant to do. All of you have been separated, my master is now doing what he does best, sowing discord and doubt, preparing the way for your defeat. I am supposed to offer you the chance to serve the Destructor but I do not see you worthy of that honor. However, his will means I must, before I wipe this pathetic little band from existence and raise you to serve me. What say you, little dwarf?” The goblin warlock said, malice deep in his tone.

TAGS: @Adalia-Durron (Combo with GM), @TheAdmiral (combo with GM), @Ktala and @Corellian_Outrider (Combo with GM)

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Deep in the Middle Sea

Nyubis had taken his leave of Xenos and Malagath, returning to his quarters. Rian had appeared as Aboleth had, seemingly, meekly entered the cabin. Rian smiled softly, “Nyubis, Aboleth, together I believe you can accomplish what you are setting out to do. This time will also allow you both to understand and possibly deepen what exists between you.” His hand moved in a small gesture and a shimmering sphere was suddenly present.

“I will take you to the shore, where you can follow the trail of Isha’s essence. This sphere holds all that was left with Sarathai before Samhain took her.”

He waited while Nyubis prepared, Aboleth only had what she wore and was. Once all three had returned to the Contemptuous he sent a signal to Malagath and the larger ship split off.

It was a couple days later that they reached the shore, south of the mountains, in the Al Qalha League. Before the two set out, in one of the ship’s longboats, Rian approached as they settled the last of their gear in the longboat. “I can only tell you, generally, where Isha ‘landed’ on the planet’s surface.” He handed the pair a map, pointing east of the league, into the forests of Qedraerhiel. “She seems somewhat spread through this area but I am sure the two of you can recover her, at least what is left that can be used to help you, Nyubis, and Xenos.”

He stepped back as they stepped into the longboat and began to row to shore. “We shall remain here until you return.”

TAGS: @Shadowsun, @Sinrebirth (combo)

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Deep in the Middle Sea

Seamus entered the cabin where both Malagath and Xenos were still ensconced. He leaned against the bulkhead. “Cap’n said I should tell you that he’s taking the Death God to find Isha. Oh, and his girlfriend. So the Contemptuous will be away.”

He pushed off from the wall, walking over to a map of the region. One hand came down, finger pointing at a stretch of coast west of the spine of mountains that split the eastern continent. “Cap’n said that the others should be there within a week. So you have that long to reach that location. Enjoy the seas, they’ve been churned up by the Destructor and his minions.” He turned to leave before turning, with a smile. “Oh and if you want, there’s rumors that a Uthium convoy is headed toward Al Qalha, full of troops, to intercept the other champions before you do, a fat target, but that is your choice.”

TAGS: @galactic-vagabond422, @greyjedi125 (could be a combo or, if not, I’d ask that Malagath go first and then Xenos.)

 

IC Zinnia - Thanks to our Game Master for the Combo!
Jundland Wastes....wait...........Just a desert.



Zinnia needed to get out of the Dwarf body, and away from these two who thought they had a chance with her. Thankfully the hour got late and eventually there was sleep, for most. She’d lain awake for many hours, her thoughts with her offspring.

Dawn had brought sore heads and once it was clear their path had been set, she silently trudged with her companions, avoiding all the male dwarfs as best she could.

The attack was sudden, and more than violent, she was impressed how hard the dwarfs fought but sadly they were outnumbered and it was a slaughter. Zinnia was angry, she’d not wanted their attention, but she’d not wanted them dead either. She was hunting now, moving faster than most dwarfs were known to move and soon she was a long way from the party, it mattered little, she’d find her way back.

Finally, she came to a ravine where she could hear laughter and celebration, soon she found the monsters who’d committed the murders she’d witnessed. Her rage almost palatable, as she could fathom no reason for their attack and subsequent slaughter of her companions, she was about to transform into her true form when a man appeared. Dressed entirely in Red, his eyes bottomless pits he spoke to her like he knew her.

His words were cold and cruel. She looked up at the man, how did he know she was a dragon? Who was this man?

“Who ye be? Why ye concern yeself with me choices?” She tilted her head, her blonde locks slipping to the side. “Why would I be needing power?” Zinnia had chosen to stay in her dwarf form, for now.

The man in Red smiled coldly, cruelly. "You may have clothed yourself a dwarf, my distant cousin, but I can smell your true self on you." His mouth opened wide for a moment, long, sucker covered tentacles emerging from it, before he closed it again, leaving pearly white teeth in the tentacles place. "I am one of the Destructor's children. And I come to offer you a place among us. You and any left of your kind will be spared if you do so, if you turn against your companions."

Zinnia narrowed her currently blue eyes, "I find ye rude and ye be a little disgusting, smellin' a lady be a foul way to introduce yeself." She stalled as her mind assessed the area. "I care not who's child ye be, ye dirty goblins here murdered me friends......to what end, I not know, and yes, ye heard me, they be my friends, they be of the good and they be worthy of living, unlike yeself and ye filth." She glanced at the now silent goblins who were listening now.

The man in Red smiled, "These? They are cannon fodder and they know it. They want their freedom from all the other races, as they are usually slaves and willingly gave themselves to the Destructors cause because he said he'd give them what is being offered to you as well." He snapped his fingers and the entire encampment dropped to the ground, unconscious. "You are not the only one being made this offer, Queen of the Dragons. Who knows, we may have all the champions here join our cause." He said with a sneer.

Zinnia watched his action but did not react, he was clearly a power being, but she'd been led to believe, so was she now. "What be ye cause? Death and destruction? Hardly a cause, more an action." She tried to sound like he was boring her.

Chuckling, the man looked at her, "Why do you react as a fool? You are clearly no fool." He sighed lightly, shifting his cuffs. Looking back at her, "Death and destruction are required when change occurs. And that is what this is, changing the order of Selenia, freeing it from the oppression of the gods."

Zinnia eyed him, she decided to drop the accent. "How does killing everyone be of benefit to them? Death in destruction? The Order of Selenia is fine as it is, it’s not perfect, but I don't imagine any world is. You are wasting your time with me evil one."

The man smiled, "That is a start, the accent. Sometimes one must nearly clear the board in order to rebuild." He gestured at the goblins behind him. "These...things, are considered a minor race upon this planet, treated as cattle, but as you saw, give them a chance and they will stand up for themselves. The humans and others have almost wiped your kind from existence, yet you are aiding them. Why do you want to sustain an order that will eventually erase dragonkind?"

He made a good point, those she now supported had murdered her partner. She was sure the exact beings she was with were not at fault. "I am the last of my kind, I see no benefit in destroying them or their lives. Who are you or your master to decide these things? What gives you the right?"

He smiled, coldly. "It is our holy task, to save every world that we can." He gestured around the desert, in a way encompassing all of Selenia. "World after world has been left to the children of the Precursors. The Precursors, our ancestors, they are absent parents as it were and, in their absence, we must save those worlds that are under the iron grip of the gods. They have let their power go to their heads. Those days are done. This world will be saved as well."

“We don’t want to be saved, did that thought cross you tiny mind? I don’t care who you think you are working for or why you think its best, you’re just wrong!” Zinnia was angry. “You have no right.”

The smile remained in place upon his face. "The world is already in the process of being saved, whether you or those champions can affect it or not." He glanced over his shoulder, then his void filled eyes met hers again, "Imagine these wretches surviving when the mighty dragons disappear. A shame."

Zinnia's logic was there but his reasoning was wrong, she knew that. This form was becoming uncomfortable anyway. In a spiraling swirl of gold and sparkle Zinnia took her true form, towering over the evil one. Looking down at him she spoke. "I can deal with this kind, and yours."


The red clothed man smiled, "Oh, is that so?" He asked calmly. His form shimmered and grew until a black dragon, of a size equal to her, tendrils of icy breath dripping from his jaws, stood before her. "Cousin I said and cousin I meant."



Zinnia wanted to step back, she wanted to get her distance but her common sense told her that would give the clearly evil and dark one an advantage. "You don't scare me." She thundered in a lie.

The black dragon's mouth opened in a wide and sharp toothed smile. "I have met many of our kind, on world after world, and you know how many refused my offer?" He hissed out, the desert sands below him freezing, in a radiating circle. "Lies do not become us. Why do you think it was I who was chosen to speak to you?"

It was a rare thing for Zinnia to be challenged, so it took a few seconds for her regain her composure. “I have no idea.” She looked down at the circle around him, “you have the coldest …………heart?” she responded.

A deep chuckle reverberated in the chest of the black dragon. "Has it truly been that long since my kind were among dragon kind here?" He asked, his long tail waved, several of the unconscious goblins and wargs were tossed around simply by the wind the movement created. "It is true I care not for most beings but you are a dragon, a Queen among beings, and you have been made subservient to these humans, dwarves, even the foul gods."

Zinnia adjusted her footing, giving herself a strong base of support as her own tail whipped around and her wings extended. “We’re posturing now? I serve myself; I do what I do for me……not for anyone else. I do not see myself as a Queen, but if I were, you would bow to me.”

The black dragon chuckled once more, "So you work with those that killed off the dragons for your own end? What end would that be, willingly putting your neck on the chopping block when this ends?" His wings unfurled, spreading wide, "Your response does tell me it's been too long since my kind have been here, our loyalty is earned, not demanded by rulers."

“Your kind is not welcome here!” She bellowed, “I choose to fight for my home, good or bad it is mine…and I will not have someone evil decide who is to be saved and who is to be destroyed! You and who you serve have no right and I will defend those who cannot do so themselves.” She didn’t like the facts he was sprucing, but she liked his manner and solution much less. “You do not know me, nor do you know my power.” She threatened, still wondering what exactly Andrissa had gifted her.

The black dragon's eyes flared. "So, you choose destruction of dragonkind on this world. So be it." He reared back, a roar shattering the air, reverberating out across the desert. As his head came back down, he seemed to sneer, "Then no queen of dragons you are, simply the last." His head snaked back and forth, eyes running over the armor of her scales.








To be continued..........

 

~IC~ Enya
Location: The Realm of the Gods - Preparing for Andrissa’s Hall

It was dark, save for the glow of bioluminescence emitting from the hollows of the rocky grotto. A thin wall of water cascaded from the opening in the ceiling and struck the surface of the pool, creating an indoor waterfall. The burbling sound it produced was calming and inviting.

Enya stood at the edge and dipped her toe into the water. It was warm, as to be expected from the geothermal springs. She stepped into the water and wade over to the centre. Lowering herself deeper, she closed her eyes and felt the warmth wash over and soothe her aching muscles.

It was a necessity... but it could also be a trap if she was not careful. All it takes is a single thread for her mind to wander and at a time like this, she dare not allow her thoughts to be lost in the tumultuous state of the Selenia and the rest of the drama brought upon them by Huitzilopotchi’s game and Samhain’s actions.

Enya’s head slipped under the water to jolt herself out of losing herself and brought her focus back to her present surroundings. She rose and washed herself free of the grime of the day before reluctantly leaving the waters to change and prepare for what is to come.

She wore a gown of pure white. Gilded jewellery adorned her hair, neck and wrists and waist. It was opulent yet fitting for a deity of her position... even though right now, she felt like leaving it all behind. She reminded herself that she still has a part to play in all of this. To keep up appearances.

Making her way to the entrance of Andrissa’s Hall... she paused at the entrance. She half hoped to see Andrissa there, awaiting her presence... that the last several hours had been a dream... though in her heart, Enya knew that was not to be. The grand doors opened disappointingly to a dark hall. Once a place that was full of life and energy has become a shell of its former glory.

As Enya moved deeper inside, she used her energy to bring light to her surrounding. In turn, Andrissa’s home reacted to her presence. Swirls of colour and light sparked up with each step Enya took and spread about the surfaces. Images formed along the walls creating a mural. Pursing her lips, she recognised the imagery... of memories. Some were life lessons from when they were younger... such faded memories...

“Never be so kind... you forget to be clever...”

Spoiler: music

She started a verse. She did not know why but she felt compelled to sing and the swirl of colours reacted to her voice.

“Never be so clever... you forget to be kind...”​

The colours shifted and developed in scale and complexity. It showed the game for Selena played out at the central chamber of the gods.

“And if I didn’t know better... I’d think you were talking to me now...”​

Then came the bloody scene at the central chamber of the gods. She felt like turning away, yet she did not. There was a reason she was shown this.

“If I didn’t know better... I’d think you were still around...”​

A single spark floated off the rendition of Andrissa and transitioned to Selenia and the mountains tops.

“What died didn’t stay dead.
What died didn’t stay dead.
You’re alive... so alive in my head...”​

Rising up from the mountain peaks was a fierce golden dragon. It unfurled their wings as the creature glowed and roared.

“Never be so polite... you forget your power...
Never wield such power... you forget to be polite...”​

The swirl of colours danced across to the other side of the room and formed a tree. A branching path presented itself with different imagery flowering at the ends. Of possible futures...? The hope of all and the doom of time...

“And if I didn’t know better, I’d think you were listening to me now...”​

She recognised a pattern amongst some of the outcomes. Twin figures of black and white... like those Hephaestus had spoken off... something familiar about them.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were still around...”​

A flash of light and the tree split apart.. the flowering realities burst into particles of colour. Spinning about the room. Spinning about Enya at dizzying speeds. She thought she felt as though a secondary voice had joined in harmony with hers.

“What died didn’t stay dead.
What died didn’t stay dead.
You’re alive. You’re alive in my head.”​

The colours of light returned to white.

“What died didn’t stay dead...”​

Spinning faster...

“What died didn’t stay dead...”​

And faster...

”You’re alive... so alive-”​

Then Darkness.

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When Enya opened her eyes. She felt light headed. As she regarded her surroundings, she found herself seated upon a throne. Andrissa’s throne. She had no memory of moving to the throne. Something felt different, as though some of the fog had lifted in part of her mind.

Her fair skin radiated a faint glow and in turn, the chamber reacted to her power. A golden light illuminated the space via the sun stones. The plant life had grown more lush and vibrant. It’s flowers all faced in her direction.

Enya was still piecing together the threads of what was unveiled when the grand doors at the entrance of the hall groaned and opened.


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Mentions for @Adalia-Durron @greyjedi125 @Shadowsun @Sinrebirth

~OOC~ Lyrics sourced from Marjorie - Evermore - Taylor Swift. It just felt fitting for the moment.

 

~OOC~ Special thanks to @Ktala and @darthbernael for this joint post together

~IC~ Sagitar + Nissa
Location: Al Qahla, west of the mountains

Sagitar halted. He cautiously lowered the tip of his sword while he tightening his grip on his staff. His brow furrowed upon hearing his own name being used by the dark figure. This was unexpected. He took a step forward to shield Nissa from the figure. He hoped the faerie would use the opportunity to nock her bow.

“It is discourteous to use one’s name in greeting without exchanging one’s own in return.” He remarked dryly. “How shall we address thee?”

The dark wizard smiled, coldly and cruelly. "You wish to know how to address me? That is the start, the start to what I desire of you. We will reach what that is soon enough. You may call me Nyarlathotep though." He stated flatly.

Glancing once more at the fairy, "And the little one, what use is she to you? You are stronger and more capable yet you shelter her here."


‘No, no no!' Nissa thought to herself, as she had grown to her full size. She hated this! This was a trap for sure! Having everyone separate was never a good idea. But Sagitar had already started moving, under Arienn's words, so she followed him. When they came upon the dark dome in the middle of the forest, Nissa could practically feel the evil coming from it. As they examined the dome, A dark chuckle sounded from the dome before a figure strode out of it.

“Hello Sagitar, you have chosen the wrong side in this battle, but perhaps that can be changed. And I see...you brought me a gift, in the little fairy.” the dark wizard said, in a low, gravelly tone.

Nissa frowned. Why did this thing know Sagitar? Her frown deepened as the thing called her 'a gift.' She would show him, a gift, all right. As an arrow came fixed to her bow, Sagitar had stepped in front of her.

“It is discourteous to use one’s name in greeting without exchanging one’s own in return.” He remarked dryly. “How shall we address thee?

The dark being smiled, coldly and cruelly. "You wish to know how to address me? That is the start, the start to what I desire of you. We will reach what that is soon enough. You may call me Nyarlathotep though." He stated flatly.

Dark domes. Dark men. What was he hiding behind the dome? Nissa started to move her lips sightly. The thing looked at her. "And the little one, what use is she to you? You are stronger and more capable yet you shelter her here."

"Nothing that a worm like you needs to know." Nissa snapped back, waiting on her arrow. She held her arrow...for now.


Sagitar narrowed his gaze, his mouth drooped to a frown. That name struck a chord for he had have heard of such a name before... if it was indeed the one and only. Slowly he raised his staff upright and gently leaned onto it, giving the impression of age and tiredness.

As Nissa spoke, Sagitar whispered under his breath to the crystal within the head of the staff. It started to emit a faint light.

“Maybe we have chosen the wrong side for this particular battle...” he gave a perplexed look. “...though I am certain we took a right turn in getting here. No matter, we’re here now none the less...”

He took a step forward. “...Since you have given advice, I shall do so in return....” The wizard straightened up, appearing taller and his voice projecting deeper. “If it is power you seek... power above all. Turn back. That path is folly. It will only bring you pain.”

Tapping the base of the staff onto the ground, a flash of blue light erupted from the crystal and engulfed both Sagitar and Nissa. As the flash subsided, a faint glow of translucent blue light shimmered over both Nissa and Sagitar’s form. A protective barrier. A second skin.

A cold, mocking smile crossed Nyarlathotep's face as the two champions responded. He remained silent, his eyes flitting to the fairy and a dark chuckle sounding as he could see the edge of her bow and knew she had an arrow strung. He watched, one eyebrow arching, as the protective spell went into place around both of them.

"A worm you say, thank you..." He replied, sarcasm dripping from his tone. As Sagitar had done, the base of his staff tapped the desert sands. The dunes trembled and rocked. In just a few moments the sands surrounding the glowing champions began to swirl. And then large mandibles and teeth emerged from the sand, the head continuing to surface, Nyarlathotep disappearing from sight as the teeth began to close over their heads.



The dark wizard's voice could still be heard, echoing around them, "You wanted a worm, little fairy, enjoy my pet, if you can."

“Were-wyrms...” Sagitar said as he sized up the monstrosities that breached the sands. They are creatures from an older time. What madness was Nyarlathotep playing at by waking them up?

A giant wyrm breached before them, rising up like a tower. Rivers of sand gushed about its armoured hide and rained down upon them. The overbearing head turned in their direction with its gapping maw enlarging... it’s serrated mandibles twitching.

Looking up, Sagitar took a step back. The diameter of the maw could swallow a building whole. No way to out run... but to fight-

“Flee!” He shouted to Nyssa as the wyrm’s head rushed down. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the end of his staff up and with his power, pushed Nyssa away from him.

He closed his eyes and held his sword and staff close... as darkness claims him.

TAG: @darthbernael

 

OOC: Apologies for the late update, but had a long DRL weekend. As the holidays are upon us, all combos will take as long as they need, DRL is just going to increase for everyone up to the New Year.

Update 18

Al Qahla, west of the mountains

The dark wizard turned away, as his wyrm swallowed both champions, or so he believed. His staff touched the desert floor and the raiders that had been sent to draw both champions to his location were stripped of their memories of the event, sent back to their tribes. He cocked his head, sending his thoughts out, to his Master. Mental communion passed for several long moments before he nodded. The staff twirled, a dark gateway opening in the air. With one last glance around the desert sands, the wizard disappeared, headed to a location unknown to the champions.

As the gateway closed, the sands and pressure of the darkness receded, allowing the Nissa to see around her. Before her, the shield still shimmering around her although it was fading slowly, the tail of the mighty wyrm swayed as it drove deeper into the sands, a ridge of sand beginning to form, in a line in the general direction of the coast. The other champions were away and the dark forces still abroad in the night kept her from sensing them. The only thing she could sense was that the wyrm, with a small spark of Sagitar, fading as the shield did even as the wyrm moved, was headed where she needed to be, and that the essence of Arienn was also headed in that direction.

In the distance, as she took flight, a dark, flying being could be seen. Apparently the dark wizard had not been her test, she’d quickly realize as the dark form moved to reach her flight path halfway to the coast.

TAGS: @Ktala (combo with GM), @Corellian_Outrider (Mentioned)

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Forests at the border of Al Qalha and Qedraerhiel

“You two ssshould get a room. Ignore the quessst to find Isssha’sss essssencesss and jussst take your relationssship further.” came with hissing laughter, from deeper in the woods. The serpent still lived and was apparently keeping track of both Nyubis and Aboleth. “But, I do recall I wasss going to let my big sssissster deal with you. Ssshe is waiting, with ssseveral of Isssha’sss essssencesss, approximately a hundred leaguesss into the foressstsss of Qedraerhiel.”

The sound of the mighty serpent moving could be heard in the distance. “I’ll let you both travel, but I’m going to enjoy obssserving you encountering her petsss.”

The map that Rian had given them began to glow, letting them see the best routes to find the remain shards of Isha’s essence, there were sullen glows upon it as well, giving them general reference as to where pockets of their foes were located but, the further from their current location, the fewer there seemed to be, indicating that a dark presence was affecting the map itself.

TAGS: @Shadowsun, @Sinrebirth

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Al Qahla, west of the mountains

The warlock’s head fell back in a rolling laugh as Mieli charged forward. His troops raced forward, shielding the warlock and his lesser mages. Dark, twisted magic rose even as his troops died, their souls fueling his magics. “So, the easy death is what you desire, so be it. One less champion for my Master to have to face later.”

A wave of pulsating magic rolled out from his staff, even the fallen dwarves now rising in undeath, turning on their companions, wreaking havoc as they rose behind the lines of the dwarves even now battling the wargs and goblins. The warlock laughed again, high pitched, mocking, “Keep trying to reach me or cut down your brothers and sisters I’ve just resurrected, kill them again. It matters not, you’re not leaving this battle before the others are resolved.”

With his last words, his staff struck the desert floor and a deep dome of sickly green light sprung into existence, cutting off this battle from any other battle now occurring. “Come now, which is more pressing, killing me, joining me, or killing your kin?” the warlock taunted Mieli.

TAG: @TheAdmiral (combo with GM)

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Approaching the passage between Uthium and Al Qalha

Xenos had healed rapidly, the cuts and bruises beginning to fade from his encounter with the minion of the Destructor. Rumors and fact had spread among Malagath’s crew that the young man had allowed himself to be dragged into the abyss and killed the creature singlehanded. It caused a mixture of respect and loathing among the crew, some admiring him deeply and others wondering why they were even needed if a being like he was involved.

Malagath would have his hands full with those on both sides of that divide about Xenos over the next few days, that they didn’t suffer another such attack was a relief because the crew needed to be united and, while Xenos had certainly saved them, it had divided them to a degree. At the dawning of the third day of the attack the Freedom’s Bow approached the narrowing of the Middle Sea, the passage between Uthium and Al Qalha.

But...things had changed. Now a massive chain seemed to cross the passage, stretching to the smudge on the horizon that was Uthium to the west, and to the smudge that was the edge of Al Qalhan territorial waters to the east. Along the length, the lookout could see Uthium Naval ships patrolling the length of the chain, docking by massive buoys that held it up, checking the trailing chains that descended from it into the water.

What was even more disturbing...creatures similar to the one Xenos had killed seemed to be patrolling between the Uthium vessels, as though they too were part of that nation’s attempt to take control of the passage, that that nation had joined with their foe.

TAGS: @galactic-vagabond422, @greyjedi125 (Combo, include the GM in case I have anything to add, but mostly just the two of you.)

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TAG: @Adalia-Durron (Combo with Zinnia and the Black Dragon part 2)

 

IC Zinnia and The Big Black Bad Dragon….
Thank you to our Game Master for this romp!


Zinnia lowered her head, narrowed her eyes and dug her claws into the ground. "I never was a queen, but compared to you, I am a goddess." She breathed.

The massive black dragon snorted, "You taste of a goddess, one who would have been a good addition to our ranks, but no goddess are you." His breath flared out and the sands around them froze.

The warmth began to build in her chest, he'd frozen the sands, she began to wonder if he'd be able to stand on glass? She breathed in slowly. "Says you." With that she released a ball of fire, blazing and white hot, at his feet. Instantly melting the frozen sand and melting it to a shiny reflective glass layer.

A smile split the reptilian maw of the black dragon; large, razor-sharp talons crunched through the glassed sands. "Heat to cold, predictable..." he hissed out. One foot kicked up the sharded glassed sands, his breath spinning it into a towering whirlwind that drove toward Zinnia.

The moment he broke the glass, she knew his intentions and instantly wrapped her powerful wings around her, they were not as fragile as they appeared, more likened to a shield of steel. Their expanse covered her, protected her from the blast, she felt it but it was inconsequential. Parting them ever so slightly she looked with one eye to observe his next move while she considered her options and tried to figure out what her Goddess given gift was.

As the whirlwind advanced, so too did Zinnia's foe. He advanced, his wings wrapping around the golden dragon, wing claws raking at her wings, his taloned feet reaching one at a time to claw at her legs. His muzzle was close to hers, his frigid breath pressing against the warmth coming from hers, thunderstorms gathering just over their heads from the temperature differential.

A voice came to Zinnia's mind, Arienn's. My child, I wish I could have taught you more before this. Wait, find the moment that he seems to have won, to have defeated you. When that moment comes, touch the power Andrissa gave you. Touch it and will it to be otherwise, bend that moment to your will.

The voice caught Zinnia off guard and she was unprepared when he attacked, and he really did attack. His close presence caused her to shiver, his body was ice cold. The power, where was it? How did she ‘touch’ it? She wondered as a sense of panic began to set it, his claws slashing at her legs. Storm clouds gathered, the power, it was in her. She closed her gold eyes and called in her mind to the gift, to give her the power she needed to do what she needed to so. Calling upon the swirling storm clouds she urged them to strike at her enemy.

The twisting clouds blackened, thickening and growling with thunderous roars, then they struck. Thick blazing bolts, three in all, erupted from the clouds, aiming at the back of the blackened dragon’s neck.

The massive foe bellowed as the lightning struck, his head whipped forward from the impact, snout crunching against Zinnia's. He woozily recovered, a deep growl emanating from his chest. Backing off, he raised his maw, belching frigid breath into the clouds, freezing portions of them, massive chunks of ice beginning to fall. "Tricky little gold, someone's been helping you." He spat out.

Stumbling backward gaining distance between them she said nothing. Zinnia had found the power and as he froze the clouds to ice, she unfurled her wings, flapping them in massive swings and successfully changing the direction of the ice. She noted his head facing skyward and, in a heartbeat, poured white hot fire at his neck, the very source of his cold power.

His wings snapped up, encircling him, as she attacked. Icy wind rose with his wings movement and, even as his wings singed at the attack, his head snaked down, red eyes meeting hers. His breath blew a gale and an explosion of power erupted between them as his frigid breath met her fiery one. Both were thrown backward further, the ice impacting the sands. He rolled, coming up, wings cupping the air to bring him to his claws. "You should have chosen to support us, whether this battle solves anything or not, your champions will fail."

Stepping back, Zinnia maintained her balance, she'd somehow been prepared for his response. Was this her gift now, she knew his reaction? He spoke again, goading her once again, and once again she intentionally chose to not respond, instead she flapped her massive power wings and rose, delivering another burst of fire at him.

His wings blasted air toward her as the flapped, lifting him from his feet, into the air, the trail of fire from her breath following on his heels. He circled and wheeled, letting her exhaust her flame production. As he twirled and dove, he shot burst after burst of icy breath at her, trying to distract her. Eventually they found themselves facing each other, both all but having exhausted their power. "We are stalemated, little gold, for now." His head cocked to the side for a moment as though listening to a faraway voice. As his attention turned back to her, "We shall meet again, and you will meet your cousins, be stripped of your friends and face us all, alone."


Zinnia listened, she was not totally spent, now with her new found control of 'fate'. Rising up on her hind legs she towered over him. "You talk too much; be gone you blow heart and tell your pathetic story to someone who believes it!" She roared.

The black dragon laughed, a teakettle hissing sound. "You think I battled you to simply kill you here and now? How funny. No, your band is scattered, your patron seems gone, I have done my job." His wings flared and suddenly he shot like a bolt, screaming across the sands, disappearing to the north and west, out toward the coast of the continent.

Zinnia lowered herself to the sand, he was merely a distraction, but she had faith in those she travelled with. In the short time she'd seen them prove themselves and she knew in her heart, his words were nothing more than a way to torment her. She watched his departure for a hand full of seconds before turning to listen. She'd go now where she was needed most.