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kenkrajen said:

i think if he wanted out of the game he'd say 'I want out of the game'

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Ekolite said:

IC: With no Gods on the treaty it will not be binding. I have incorporated the patron God of the Grigori, the God of balance, as a witness. This will be enough. The Grigori will sign this treaty.



I don't know, it seemed appropriate and I wanted an extra God.

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Ekolite said:

OOC: If you betray the nations of Edsunland you will suffer the consequences. Divine or otherwise.

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merciary said:

To the White Mist Elves

What do you say about providing transport for the Hippus representative?

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Os-Gabella. Destined and designed to be the Mother of Man, instead she chose to be the Mother of Mortality through her denial of being beneath any man. She had lived since the dawn of Erebus itself, since Nemed divided to create mankind.
And here she was, skulking around in the alleys of Bair Lacuna in the dead of night.

The shadow cloaked tower loomed above the other half buried buildings of the city, yet it was still a half finished work, only the lower levels were inhabited, the upper reaches still nothing but scaffolding.

The Scarred Priest, a nameless yet powerful new figure in politics, had ordered its construction, ordered like yet another egotistical male king, and his rapidly forming cult had provided everything he needed for it.

Os-Gabella decided this man needed to be dealt with before he mucked up her plans further. Even her own Daughters were admiring of him, and She had to admit a slight curiosity. A chat before he "vanished" was in order.

He was staying in the lower quarters, alone from what her sense told her. Os-Gabella glanced at the door, then ignored it, pulling herself through the in between spaces in reality to manifest herself in a deeply hidden shadow, watching this Priest before he was aware of her. A good entrance had a way of easing interrogation with mortals.

"I was wondering what was taking you so long to get here. Os-Gabella is such a mouthful, I think I am going to call you Ozzy instead."

Stunned. This man thing, this mortal not only detected her, but insulted her in the same breath.

"You know who I am, man child, and know that I will not be insulted by something as insignifigant as you"

Power coursed through Her, to throw this wretch against a wall. He glanced at her, with one physical eye. The other was covered by black cloth with silver runes, Spirit-sight? and scars on his face twisted, forming protective runes which easily absorbed her simple brute attack. A purple fire flared under his eye-patch, visible only to mage-sight.

"Not one for teasing then? I did expect a bit more from you, a true Immortal should have built some self control over the eons. To the point of why I called you here, Ceridwen isn't entirely happy with how you have been dealing with things."

"Called? I came to rub out an annoyance!"

"I'm sure. I understand that a good 500 years have passed since you've been in the true game, but you have gotten quite rusty. You didn't think you are the only one pulling strings in the background, did you?"

She seethed. She would never admit it, ever, but she had gotten rusty. The centuries trapped by Kylorin had worn down her stills at manipulation and magic, and the creatures that had crawled out of the caves after the Age of Ice had hardly been a challenge to bend to her will from the shadows.

"You have been keeping secrets from the Sheaim, not a bad thing, but it is slowing down our mutual Mistress' plans, and Her's are much more important than yours or mine. The man hating thing, it just isn't working well. But you have done a good job of controlling the people through the Daughters, and you are well, to put it lightly, very hard to dispose of, even for a Goddess.
"Ceridwen, our ever loving mistress, has sent me to be the public face of the Sheaim, since you are clearly not up to the task."

Ceridwen, betrayed her? She, Os-Gabella, was being replaced? She would not let this happen, she would not be made a powerless servant!

"And what if I simply tear your heart out right now?"

"Well, I thought you might suggest that, so I replicated the runes of your last prison in the stones of this tower. Now, they can only hold one with the proper runes already on them, but thankfully Kylorin did that hard part for me"

Years of motionlessness and control are all that stopped Os-Gabella from fingering the raised, impossible tattoo on her neck, that Kylorin had managed to brand her with. Worthless mage, using the achievements of an Age like a parlor trick.

"So, you see that you are trapped here until I release you. I'm sure you could escape the runes again like you did before, but is my death really worth another decade of mindless boredom? I'm not here to replace you, but to work in a way you just can't."

Ceridwen always did love pitting her toys against one another. That's what she was in the end. An immortal toy, still powerless in the hands of gods.

"Very well, child. It is clear Ceridwen favors you today. But if you should ever fail in Her eyes, I will enjoy ending you."

"Of that I have no doubt"

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Tuan son of Cairill was the youngest of the Fists of Balance.
During the battle against Grak's orcs, he had been deeply wounded after scaling the palissade, and left for dead. When the Amurites turned upon the Fists of Balance, Tuan had just crawled out of the palisade, barely standing. He witnessed the slaughter of his comrades, and decided to lay and feign death.
When the armies were gone and crows started eating nearby corpses, Tuan rose. He was almost dead. His comrades had been slain. Their weapon stolen. He wanted to avenge the death of his friends, but how? He was alone and they were armies, three nations of enemies that he would have to strike down. How? Amurites had mages able of cantrips, and Patrians used magic like that of the spear, which could turn the tide of a battle. This is what Tuan needed: Magic to overcome the Amurites.

So Tuan started on a quest, always hiding and careful. He knew that secrecy was key to remain alive. He sought the traces of Kylorin, but wouldn't find him, so after years he sought (...) other sources of arcane knowledge, and eventually learnt magic. He managed to stay alive despite the years and old age (...) as he learnt more of the secret arts. Finally, in 377, he (...) was ready (...) and left (...).

Tuan managed to recall the dead spirits of the Fists of Balance. These are ghostly spirits who mostly look like the martial artists they were but if you look at them more closely, you'll realise it's an illusion and they are actually rag-wearing skeletons. They are very stealthy and horrible to behold when one realises their true nature.

From there on, Tuan tried to (...) kill all of Caswa's line and generally get revenge from Amurites, Hippus and Bannor.

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Immaculate said:

the update won't be out today: too sick!

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