Neverwonagame3
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Fuschia, you haven't even responded to my objections! If you don't at least try to fix the problem, I'll quit.
FusNES01: A Higher Consciousness
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Fuschia
A Little Odd
This seems to respond quite specifically, and the misunderstanding as I see it is fixed. Just because I do not devote an entire post to your complaint does not mean I did not fix it.
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OOC Note: Can I name the continent I've created for future reference?
On my Complaints:
Sorry- didn't notice. However, I still have some complaints.
1- The Army of Darnang, as the Empire there is called, is supposed to be restricted to the island. DIFFRENT Empires are intended to rise elsewhere.
2- The other followers need not build empires in the name of Darnang.
A New Plan
Darnang muttered to himself. He had dropped his previously unique style of speech in private- too much trouble, except when speaking with mortals.
"I do not want my followers in this posistion. I would be satisfied with dominance over the lands I have created for now."
He frowned slightly, but then began to smile. He had an idea to play a little havoc with the other gods...
But first to extricate his followers. He would have to allow those who failed in their own lands to migrate to his. It would secure him domination over the lands he desired, anyway. It was not worth calling a Darnang Crisis yet, but he would work on providing them refuge...
But as for the main plan, he would create a heresy. The irony was that it was founded in truth...
From Darnang
To Ketor
Why have you not revealed the secret of the gods to men? Given your goals, it would seem in your best interests.
On my Complaints:
Sorry- didn't notice. However, I still have some complaints.
1- The Army of Darnang, as the Empire there is called, is supposed to be restricted to the island. DIFFRENT Empires are intended to rise elsewhere.
2- The other followers need not build empires in the name of Darnang.
A New Plan
Darnang muttered to himself. He had dropped his previously unique style of speech in private- too much trouble, except when speaking with mortals.
"I do not want my followers in this posistion. I would be satisfied with dominance over the lands I have created for now."
He frowned slightly, but then began to smile. He had an idea to play a little havoc with the other gods...
But first to extricate his followers. He would have to allow those who failed in their own lands to migrate to his. It would secure him domination over the lands he desired, anyway. It was not worth calling a Darnang Crisis yet, but he would work on providing them refuge...
But as for the main plan, he would create a heresy. The irony was that it was founded in truth...
From Darnang
To Ketor
Why have you not revealed the secret of the gods to men? Given your goals, it would seem in your best interests.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
That is quite clear now; it says that the seed of an empire is the island, and that no growth has yet to be attempted.
That, in all honesty, is their choice, not yours. In this, I would say that nearly every empire builder would be doing so in the name of Darnang, with the exception of Ketor's followers; this does not mean that you are directly connected to such empires in any ways, nor that they mean to let you rule over them when completed.
If you wish to continue this, do so through PMs. I am endeavoring to keep this thread as filled with stories as possible, as opposed to complaints, arguments, and, most importantly, posts such as 'Orders sent,' which are entirely pointless.
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O.K- if that's the case, I'll stop complaining for now.
rhawn
Emperor
Atop the Crimson Wall, The Harbinger paced back and forth. The sight was disturbing to the savages. They'd never seen the old one out in the open for so long. He'd been up there pacing for two days never stopping to eat, never sleeping, not even to shelter himself against the torrential downpour that soaked his crimson robes even now.
Dvim approached him on the first day. "Advisor, why do you tire yourself up here?" The Harbinger's gaze did not stray from his path. "Wise one, you must tell me, the people are worried..." Still the old man ignored him. Dvim reached out to touch him, "maybe the elderly man can't hear me," he thought. The Harbinger's hand shot up, his eyes tranfixed at the point in his path where he would turn and pivot, his crooked bony finger pointed straight at Dvim. The chief dropped to his knees, blood poured from his eyes and ears, blood tears trickled down his fat cheeks. Dvim sat there, trembling, crying blood, staring at drenched clinging crimson robes. The priest continued walking but long cracked yellow fingernail remained steady on Dvim as a compass points North.
The Harbinger reached his destination and turned back the way he came. With a quick glance at the bleeding, shivering, obese Tvari chief; the old man's arm shot at a right angle to his side pointing into the forest. "Begone swine," he commanded. Dvim leaped to his feet, an astounding feat for the corpulent savage, and turned and fled into the forest. He feet carried him faster than he'd ever moved, even faster than when his father tried to train him as a boy with a spear to his fat ass, and he didn't stop until he was far, far away from the village and its master that had forsaken him. Thus ended Dvim's "reign".
The Harbinger didn't watch Dvim's flabby thonged buttocks streak into the woods, he had more important things to attend and not much time to deliberate. He already knew secret of what happened on the Chain of Darkness, the God of Sloth had sent his minions to massacre some of "Drahl's herd". None of the blood even went to quench his Lord's everlasting thirst! He also knew that Marcellus had summoned Andarious into this world, but they were far away on another continent unable to defend these assets. He sensed the presence of the other mage as soon as he stepped foot on the island, he knew his rival's blood ran strong with power. He retreated to his lair, a cave atop the Crimson Wall he took from Dvim's father, to work his magic.
He took a copper pan and set it atop a brazier and he held his hand out and slit it with a silver knife. The blood dripped down and he chanted the mystical words of the divination spell and asked what he should do about Vompii's servant. He looked down into the boiling blood to discern the message. He growled at what he saw, what could this mean? He repeated the ritual and received the same answer. Again and again he tried but got the same message. In a rage kicked over the brazier and sent the pan clanking into a dark corner of the cave.
He went outside and began pacing. "What could this mean," he thought. "Have I been abandoned after all I've accomplished? Is this Vompii that powerful?" Pacing and pacing he thought about his message, knowing that understanding it was his only salvation. Over and over in his mind he repeated the words, his anger building, his blood raging, these words: BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
Dvim approached him on the first day. "Advisor, why do you tire yourself up here?" The Harbinger's gaze did not stray from his path. "Wise one, you must tell me, the people are worried..." Still the old man ignored him. Dvim reached out to touch him, "maybe the elderly man can't hear me," he thought. The Harbinger's hand shot up, his eyes tranfixed at the point in his path where he would turn and pivot, his crooked bony finger pointed straight at Dvim. The chief dropped to his knees, blood poured from his eyes and ears, blood tears trickled down his fat cheeks. Dvim sat there, trembling, crying blood, staring at drenched clinging crimson robes. The priest continued walking but long cracked yellow fingernail remained steady on Dvim as a compass points North.
The Harbinger reached his destination and turned back the way he came. With a quick glance at the bleeding, shivering, obese Tvari chief; the old man's arm shot at a right angle to his side pointing into the forest. "Begone swine," he commanded. Dvim leaped to his feet, an astounding feat for the corpulent savage, and turned and fled into the forest. He feet carried him faster than he'd ever moved, even faster than when his father tried to train him as a boy with a spear to his fat ass, and he didn't stop until he was far, far away from the village and its master that had forsaken him. Thus ended Dvim's "reign".
The Harbinger didn't watch Dvim's flabby thonged buttocks streak into the woods, he had more important things to attend and not much time to deliberate. He already knew secret of what happened on the Chain of Darkness, the God of Sloth had sent his minions to massacre some of "Drahl's herd". None of the blood even went to quench his Lord's everlasting thirst! He also knew that Marcellus had summoned Andarious into this world, but they were far away on another continent unable to defend these assets. He sensed the presence of the other mage as soon as he stepped foot on the island, he knew his rival's blood ran strong with power. He retreated to his lair, a cave atop the Crimson Wall he took from Dvim's father, to work his magic.
He took a copper pan and set it atop a brazier and he held his hand out and slit it with a silver knife. The blood dripped down and he chanted the mystical words of the divination spell and asked what he should do about Vompii's servant. He looked down into the boiling blood to discern the message. He growled at what he saw, what could this mean? He repeated the ritual and received the same answer. Again and again he tried but got the same message. In a rage kicked over the brazier and sent the pan clanking into a dark corner of the cave.
He went outside and began pacing. "What could this mean," he thought. "Have I been abandoned after all I've accomplished? Is this Vompii that powerful?" Pacing and pacing he thought about his message, knowing that understanding it was his only salvation. Over and over in his mind he repeated the words, his anger building, his blood raging, these words: BLOOD IS THICKER THAN WATER
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
How So? WHich of our many secrets?
Neverwonagame3
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If you revealed the source of our power, then, I would have thought, men would be grateful to you. Such would lead to a far lesser imbalance between the gods and men. I thought that is what you desired.
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
OOC:
it appears i have underestimated my rival... what to do... 
The Dillema
Puc watched from on high as the Aldo tribe was consumed by the essense of terror. He had been a fool to expect Arzen would relinquish what he believed was his easily. out the corner of his eye he saw Nim weeping, or at least in a divine state equivilent of mortal weeping. what could he do to save these remaining villages from this tyrannical God.
Puc watched as the few remaining inhabitants of the village slowly fled the area. he knew what he should do immediately, extinguish these remaining humans, else they spread the word of Arzen further. He beckoned to Nim, freezing the frame of the world in time. "My daughter, i am equally as distressed by Arzen's actions as you. this relentless waste of life was naught but a message. we cannot let this action proceed to fruition. I suggest you send down a group of Undine to each of these humans fleeing Aldo, and seduce them, calm them. make them forget about Arzen for the time being. get their emotions under your control and bring them back here, to my Realm. i wish to speak with them."
"Of course Father. but what of the women?"
"im getting to that" Puc replied with a wry grimace.
"Sel, id like you to send some Selini to the women fleeing, and similarly calm them and remove their fears. if necessary have the Selini hypnotise them. bring them back to me."
"Yes father"
With that his 2 children vanished and began their work in the mortal realm.
However, quietly Puc wondered what he would say to these humans when they arrived. and more importantly how would he prevent this from happening again... and ultimately, how could he neutralise Arzen for good?
EDIT: it comes to my (Pucs) attention that Arzen may be too much for a single god to handle on his own. thus i am extending an over arching request for help from any other god or goddess who opposes Arzen, or is in competition with him. in retern for any help, puc would bless your followers with higher fertility and thus a larger follower pool, as well as being open to any other requests that are in my power to grant. in addition, if Arzen is destroyed, i would be happy to hand over some of his portfolio to you. however i should like to take his 'hunting' domain.
Fuschia
A Little Odd
Most gods can slaughter a village of humans; Arzen is just particularly bloodthirsty and efficient about it. They don't call him the Devourer of Souls without good reason.
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
OOC: hmm well in that case i feel a little bit less doomed 
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
OH, Great Puc!
I Will assist you in the destruction of Arzen... As recopmense, i wish to aquire Stealth, and possibly terror as part of my portfolio.
I will contact you privately to decide a plan.
I Will assist you in the destruction of Arzen... As recopmense, i wish to aquire Stealth, and possibly terror as part of my portfolio.
I will contact you privately to decide a plan.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
I got on my account and got me banned (by mom)! I got crazy in last second typing: story soon!
Psychic_Llamas
Wizard in the Making
Many thanks to you Ketor. one hopes that together we may eliminate this threat.
Terrance888
Discord Reigns
OOC:
The Dillema
Puc watched from on high as the Aldo tribe was consumed by the essense of terror. He had been a fool to expect Arzen would relinquish what he believed was his easily. out the corner of his eye he saw Nim weeping, or at least in a divine state equivilent of mortal weeping. what could he do to save these remaining villages from this tyrannical God.
Puc watched as the few remaining inhabitants of the village slowly fled the area. he knew what he should do immediately, extinguish these remaining humans, else they spread the word of Arzen further. He beckoned to Nim, freezing the frame of the world in time. "My daughter, i am equally as distressed by Arzen's actions as you. this relentless waste of life was naught but a message. we cannot let this action proceed to fruition. I suggest you send down a group of Undine to each of these humans fleeing Aldo, and seduce them, calm them. make them forget about Arzen for the time being. get their emotions under your control and bring them back here, to my Realm. i wish to speak with them."
"Of course Father. but what of the women?"
"im getting to that" Puc replied with a wry grimace.
"Sel, id like you to send some Selini to the women fleeing, and similarly calm them and remove their fears. if necessary have the Selini hypnotise them. bring them back to me."
"Yes father"
With that his 2 children vanished and began their work in the mortal realm.
However, quietly Puc wondered what he would say to these humans when they arrived. and more importantly how would he prevent this from happening again... and ultimately, how could he neutralise Arzen for good?
EDIT: it comes to my (Pucs) attention that Arzen may be too much for a single god to handle on his own. thus i am extending an over arching request for help from any other god or goddess who opposes Arzen, or is in competition with him. in retern for any help, puc would bless your followers with higher fertility and thus a larger follower pool, as well as being open to any other requests that are in my power to grant. in addition, if Arzen is destroyed, i would be happy to hand over some of his portfolio to you. however i should like to take his 'hunting' domain.
I, Athenforth, desire the extinction of this evil force. I will band together forest animals (I can make ANYTHING co-operate
) to attack him and weaken him before you finish him off. If we are lucky, I can influence the A'Liam sailors to come and try to co-operate with your followers and fight Arzen!Vertinari118
Deity
A mesenger appears in front of Puc. I am Thomas, Lord of Vows and Herald of Soltalos. My master will aid you as best he can but he is distacted defending the Isles of Light. I, however, am allowed to aid you so I have lead a squad of Danouri to this place with me. I await your orders but as soon as Arzen is dead I must leave to defend my master and home.
Vertinari118
Deity
The Isles of War
Long have my Isles been at peace now I muster my legions and prepare for war. The first defences are in place a shimmering web of Light which will ring an alarm when Darkness crosses it. The next defence is a maze full of terror magic which no human could cross without my permission. My final defence is a network of earthwork defences and trenchs, moats and traps; spanning all the isles; all manned by Danouri. With these defences in place I hope to hold the isles. My people have not know war in a long time and as a result I am going to evacuate the Sylan, my followers, to my realm were they will be safe. Thomas will guide them and then the war will begin. I will start by probing Vompi's shell once I find a weakness I shall launch 100 suns at it to destory his tower. I will keep an eye on Dhrall for I expect him to come to his friend's aid. Once I have destoryed the tower I will attack with 3/4 of my force and destory him completely. If Vompi finds the energy to counter attack I will have to prepare and strengthen the defences. Soltalos finshed his thought process and then processed to rip a hole in space and time then shield it so that his followers could get through with the aid of Thomas. He set his plans into motion.
The Great Journey
Extract from Kath's diary Early Spring
We are going on a journey. That's what the Danouri say. A great journey across different worlds, there is a rumor that we will be guided by Lord Thomas himself but I don't belive that nor do I belive that we are journeying to the realm of Soltalos. I mean why would the gods care about our small,run-down, grimy village in the middle of a small, forgetable wood. I woudn't if I were a god.
Mid Spring
The Danouri are doing their best to combat the Crimson Plague that is spreading among us but they can't cure it. I never seen that look so distraught. I heard some talking yesterday, they seem concerned about Soltalos, something about how he is overexerting himself and how he should take a break from preparing the defenses and tunnelling. I wonder what they mean by tunnelling?
Late Spring
The plague is getting worse and the Danouri have told us all to never touch or eat or make contact in anyway with any blood we see and they also told us to stop eating meat. They say if we do this the plague may die down so Ma has thrown away all the meat we have, I don't like this though meat's nice and expensive. Ma threw away about 50 Sols worth of meat (about £100). The Danouri sa the tunnel is almost finished and they also say Thomas is now tunnelling and Soltalos has gone back to his realm to rest. I think the tunnel could have something to do with defending the isles from attack.
Early Summer
The tunnel wis finished or so the Danouri say and they have now said that they will lead us to it to start our journey. I think they may be trying to kill us all but Ma told me not to be stupid. The Danouri say the journey will take us a year as we are journeying to the other side of our island and our island is covered in wooded valleys, steep hills and mountains. Once we reach the coast we will find all the peoples of all the other islands gathered together. Once we have all arrived the journey will begin.
Long have my Isles been at peace now I muster my legions and prepare for war. The first defences are in place a shimmering web of Light which will ring an alarm when Darkness crosses it. The next defence is a maze full of terror magic which no human could cross without my permission. My final defence is a network of earthwork defences and trenchs, moats and traps; spanning all the isles; all manned by Danouri. With these defences in place I hope to hold the isles. My people have not know war in a long time and as a result I am going to evacuate the Sylan, my followers, to my realm were they will be safe. Thomas will guide them and then the war will begin. I will start by probing Vompi's shell once I find a weakness I shall launch 100 suns at it to destory his tower. I will keep an eye on Dhrall for I expect him to come to his friend's aid. Once I have destoryed the tower I will attack with 3/4 of my force and destory him completely. If Vompi finds the energy to counter attack I will have to prepare and strengthen the defences. Soltalos finshed his thought process and then processed to rip a hole in space and time then shield it so that his followers could get through with the aid of Thomas. He set his plans into motion.
The Great Journey
Extract from Kath's diary Early Spring
We are going on a journey. That's what the Danouri say. A great journey across different worlds, there is a rumor that we will be guided by Lord Thomas himself but I don't belive that nor do I belive that we are journeying to the realm of Soltalos. I mean why would the gods care about our small,run-down, grimy village in the middle of a small, forgetable wood. I woudn't if I were a god.
Mid Spring
The Danouri are doing their best to combat the Crimson Plague that is spreading among us but they can't cure it. I never seen that look so distraught. I heard some talking yesterday, they seem concerned about Soltalos, something about how he is overexerting himself and how he should take a break from preparing the defenses and tunnelling. I wonder what they mean by tunnelling?
Late Spring
The plague is getting worse and the Danouri have told us all to never touch or eat or make contact in anyway with any blood we see and they also told us to stop eating meat. They say if we do this the plague may die down so Ma has thrown away all the meat we have, I don't like this though meat's nice and expensive. Ma threw away about 50 Sols worth of meat (about £100). The Danouri sa the tunnel is almost finished and they also say Thomas is now tunnelling and Soltalos has gone back to his realm to rest. I think the tunnel could have something to do with defending the isles from attack.
Early Summer
The tunnel wis finished or so the Danouri say and they have now said that they will lead us to it to start our journey. I think they may be trying to kill us all but Ma told me not to be stupid. The Danouri say the journey will take us a year as we are journeying to the other side of our island and our island is covered in wooded valleys, steep hills and mountains. Once we reach the coast we will find all the peoples of all the other islands gathered together. Once we have all arrived the journey will begin.
Parvowrauswitīnus was looking outside his cavern. The events that where happening before his eyes were typical. The dusty winds were scraping the shoreline sands with the occasional large beam of light coming through. The waves hammered into the shoreline that was infected by massive, jagged, and jutting rock outcroppings that stuck up for quite a few meters.
Every event that had happened during the previous times and epics were of a satisfactory state. He however was tempted to bring in a new guest who claimed to be a starving peasant.
She had remarked to the god
"I have had a long period of time were I have been traveling and I need a place to stay and get some rest."
The god had responded with much vigor
"Yes you can stay you are more the welcome!"
The first thing he noticed about her was that she didn't really have any emotion. She seemed to show little expression of any feelings, joy, or anything else for that matter.
Soon though she was too tempting for Parvowrauswitīnus to take and then fell for her. This would be a horrendous mistake however as he would soon find out.
Soon after that though, when he took a look outside he saw something markedly different that what he had ever seen. The waves were seeming to come to a complete halt, the animals stopped even bothering to even eat, or drink and all they had done was slumber. The sky was completely dark with no
signs of any movement of the wind. Everything just became stagnate. The realm that she had controlled was enveloping and taking over his own.
With that he was becoming into an increasingly smaller place of which he was even able to keep foot in. Once that point had happened however he was screaming, yelling and howling for the woman to get out. But she said no and didn't even think much of it.
After that point he became so infuriated that he manged to break control of the entire grapple she had on his world and when that explosion had happened all of his dogs had came out representing what emotions he had felt. the sprung loose and converted every animal that was once asleep to wake up again and burst forth with euphoria.
The impact of this event that had happed in only such a brief moment of the extremely distant past was huge. He created the cycle of which all living bodies go through. He from that point on lost all ability to speak aloud except when his anger, or other emotion of extreme gratitude had happened. The great majority of his words were commented through his dogs and the more minor members of the court.
Every event that had happened during the previous times and epics were of a satisfactory state. He however was tempted to bring in a new guest who claimed to be a starving peasant.
She had remarked to the god
"I have had a long period of time were I have been traveling and I need a place to stay and get some rest."
The god had responded with much vigor
"Yes you can stay you are more the welcome!"
The first thing he noticed about her was that she didn't really have any emotion. She seemed to show little expression of any feelings, joy, or anything else for that matter.
Soon though she was too tempting for Parvowrauswitīnus to take and then fell for her. This would be a horrendous mistake however as he would soon find out.
Soon after that though, when he took a look outside he saw something markedly different that what he had ever seen. The waves were seeming to come to a complete halt, the animals stopped even bothering to even eat, or drink and all they had done was slumber. The sky was completely dark with no
signs of any movement of the wind. Everything just became stagnate. The realm that she had controlled was enveloping and taking over his own.
With that he was becoming into an increasingly smaller place of which he was even able to keep foot in. Once that point had happened however he was screaming, yelling and howling for the woman to get out. But she said no and didn't even think much of it.
After that point he became so infuriated that he manged to break control of the entire grapple she had on his world and when that explosion had happened all of his dogs had came out representing what emotions he had felt. the sprung loose and converted every animal that was once asleep to wake up again and burst forth with euphoria.
The impact of this event that had happed in only such a brief moment of the extremely distant past was huge. He created the cycle of which all living bodies go through. He from that point on lost all ability to speak aloud except when his anger, or other emotion of extreme gratitude had happened. The great majority of his words were commented through his dogs and the more minor members of the court.
Neverwonagame3
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The Dillema
Puc watched from on high as the Aldo tribe was consumed by the essense of terror. He had been a fool to expect Arzen would relinquish what he believed was his easily. out the corner of his eye he saw Nim weeping, or at least in a divine state equivilent of mortal weeping. what could he do to save these remaining villages from this tyrannical God.
Puc watched as the few remaining inhabitants of the village slowly fled the area. he knew what he should do immediately, extinguish these remaining humans, else they spread the word of Arzen further. He beckoned to Nim, freezing the frame of the world in time. "My daughter, i am equally as distressed by Arzen's actions as you. this relentless waste of life was naught but a message. we cannot let this action proceed to fruition. I suggest you send down a group of Undine to each of these humans fleeing Aldo, and seduce them, calm them. make them forget about Arzen for the time being. get their emotions under your control and bring them back here, to my Realm. i wish to speak with them."
"Of course Father. but what of the women?"
"im getting to that" Puc replied with a wry grimace.
"Sel, id like you to send some Selini to the women fleeing, and similarly calm them and remove their fears. if necessary have the Selini hypnotise them. bring them back to me."
"Yes father"
With that his 2 children vanished and began their work in the mortal realm.
However, quietly Puc wondered what he would say to these humans when they arrived. and more importantly how would he prevent this from happening again... and ultimately, how could he neutralise Arzen for good?
EDIT: it comes to my (Pucs) attention that Arzen may be too much for a single god to handle on his own. thus i am extending an over arching request for help from any other god or goddess who opposes Arzen, or is in competition with him. in retern for any help, puc would bless your followers with higher fertility and thus a larger follower pool, as well as being open to any other requests that are in my power to grant. in addition, if Arzen is destroyed, i would be happy to hand over some of his portfolio to you. however i should like to take his 'hunting' domain.
Darnang is listening. If not called upon in an alliance I have already agreed, then I will consent to send some resources in exchange for (though I will eschew the population increase):
-A guarentee of aid you are in a posistion to give if another god exerts his influence on my island
OR
-An agreement that if our followers go to war, neither of us will intervene directly, including the use of population stimulus on any state that has a high probability of joining the war.
thomas.berubeg
Wandering the World
Archos was worried
Ketor had demanded that he assist in a far away war against the devourer of souls. Archos wondered how to accomplish this. There was no way he would send any of his students. They werent ready. He was not going to risk children of the age of eleven, barely trained in the magical art, against an entity more powerful than any he had ever encountered
Was it even possible to kill a God?
Archos wandered through the streets of Kasta, the first time he had done so since the creation of the University. The innate danger for any would be assailant of the Devourer of Souls was the risk of losing His soul. Was there any way around it? Could something without a soul be able to Fight? Be able to move? Be able to reason? Did he really want to create something without a soul?
A Kastan Knight in full armor tramped by, undoubtedly going to some ceremony or other. Buri whispered in his ear, and Archos contemplated the Knights receding back would it be possible?
He strode to the Nearby Armory, and, conjuring up Heaps of gold, Ordered the Master Smith to make 1,000 Full Suites of Armor, as beautiful and strong as possible.
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Archos lifted his hands, and, in the courtyard outside his school, the 1000 suites of armor raised themselves, and were given by Ketor and Puc a semblance of life. They turned their Faceless Heads towards him, and he directed them towards the shore. They stopped on the beach, unsure of what to do, and Ketor fashioned a ship for them to travel on.
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The Journey took days, but The knights were tireless, immortal, indestructible, and the fought their way through Storm and Brine, accosting and striding up to Pucs Metallic Fortress. A pair of Minotaures Grappled with the gates, and Creaked them open. The knight at the front of the Army addressed Puc.
We come on Behalf of Ketor and Magus Archos. We will fight for you.
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Meanwhile, Sethneth, god of Lies, whispered to the followers of Arzen in their sleep, drawing them away from his wicked teachings. Though none remembered his whispers, their intent was felt, and Arzens power was greatly weakend
Archos wandered through the streets of Kasta, the first time he had done so since the creation of the University. The innate danger for any would be assailant of the Devourer of Souls was the risk of losing His soul. Was there any way around it? Could something without a soul be able to Fight? Be able to move? Be able to reason? Did he really want to create something without a soul?
A Kastan Knight in full armor tramped by, undoubtedly going to some ceremony or other. Buri whispered in his ear, and Archos contemplated the Knights receding back would it be possible?
He strode to the Nearby Armory, and, conjuring up Heaps of gold, Ordered the Master Smith to make 1,000 Full Suites of Armor, as beautiful and strong as possible.
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Archos lifted his hands, and, in the courtyard outside his school, the 1000 suites of armor raised themselves, and were given by Ketor and Puc a semblance of life. They turned their Faceless Heads towards him, and he directed them towards the shore. They stopped on the beach, unsure of what to do, and Ketor fashioned a ship for them to travel on.
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The Journey took days, but The knights were tireless, immortal, indestructible, and the fought their way through Storm and Brine, accosting and striding up to Pucs Metallic Fortress. A pair of Minotaures Grappled with the gates, and Creaked them open. The knight at the front of the Army addressed Puc.
We come on Behalf of Ketor and Magus Archos. We will fight for you.
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Meanwhile, Sethneth, god of Lies, whispered to the followers of Arzen in their sleep, drawing them away from his wicked teachings. Though none remembered his whispers, their intent was felt, and Arzens power was greatly weakend
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