Seon
Not An Evil Liar
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Not An Evil Liar
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Darksaber1
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Oh, dear. Seon's gone to his crazy place. !!Fun!! times all around.
Seon
Not An Evil Liar
If what I'm about to pull doesn't destroy our two kingdoms, I'll find you dark.
I really appreciate that you enjoy my crazy antics. I like to share fun as much as possible, you know.
I really appreciate that you enjoy my crazy antics. I like to share fun as much as possible, you know.
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Speaking of craziness, expect something from me soon, because I suddenly have the urge to create the most insane creation myth I can come up with.
We're really busy with people who say they worship our Goddess but deny Her teachings right now. You are always welcome in our lands so your philosophers are too.
Thank you for the welcome. Perhaps our philosophers can sort out the religious differences with these others.
Angst
Rambling and inconsistent
Shazarim
I - The Rage
His stature was majestic, his great hoof thundering even when still. The hill under
him was rough and bled with red and blazing white. It was not the hill that burned,
however; it was of rock and dust. But the colors were the echoes of the inferno in
front of him. The Rage was a just one, plunged over the wicked jungle snakes. And
the fire was silent from this distance; great purple clouds of toxins calmly rose from
the hazardous blaze, its strange poisonous creatures quelling their screams in hot
ash. And it all competed with a great red moon; the shamans knew of its coming, a
burning waste smothering the earthly brushfires themselves with a dull, estranged
gloom.
"Kishom!", he heard a rough voice bellow from behind him. He turned.
She had always been larger than him. Her muscular profile drew lines of moonlight
and firelight into a delicate, yet overwhelming figure. She was black-striped of the
Akadon, the giant Shazarim of the southeast. Kishom was actually large himself, but
he had always felt miniscule next to her. And this was the first time he felt his body
shiver. She stepped next to him and watched The Rage with him. He felt the chills of
the night as though It had never been burning. She took his shoulder, her own being
at the level of his head, and quenched him lightly.
"What is burdening you, alashem?"
He felt like sinking, but spat instead. The ominous fumes collapsed into the stars and
slurred them. He leaned onto her hand.
"The Rage is a beautiful one," he said, "I have long waited to cause this to the
snakespawns. Cursed vermin, they are."
"Was that due Kishur's death?" she asked.
"Yes. He was a strong warrior," Kishom said. Black calm death became one with the
night carpet now. The Mare of Blood would be up there, somewhere, riding the sky,
seeing the destruction his people had caused. The Blood Moon itself was slightly
getting darker, being covered in the ash of wood and flesh.
"But," he continued, "When we journeyed the woods, and he fell to the blight arrows,
I felt fire imbue my body with boiling strength. I slew tenfold of his life. And when I
had done so, and Mezarion fell too, I saw the litter with the arrowcaster. I saw it in
its eyes. It was slightly purple and ocher. I felt its slick tailwork caress my length as
if a tickling pain. So I sliced its legs off. They are so fickle when you get close. And
there, as it fell, in the bushes behind it, I saw a running snakecalf. And it had purple
arrows; something my prey had not. My prey was not the right one. It was not
guilty."
"Such is war," she began...
"No! For I did not stop there. I took the legless critter with me home. And we kept it
alive. And when prompted, I said yes, this was the creature that killed your brother.
This was the creature that killed your friend. This was the creature that cut off your
hoof. Next did I know, the blood shamans had cursed him with insatiable hunger and
destroyed his spirit. He is limbless now, kept alive in a pile of begaishi as they
force water into him."
The blood moon was pitch black with smoke.
"And now look at his home."
The Rage was all kinds of colors, orange and blue too, perhaps from the fumes. It had
never been a regular wildfire. The shamans had maken sure of that by cursing the soil
of the snakespawn. And he watched it unfold upon those creatures, and something
about it all led him only to further anger. She calmly turned towards him.
"Tell me my name, Kishom," she said.
He looked at her, overwhelmed by her stature.
"Is this your proposition?" he asked.
She took her arms around his back and leaned her head onto his. "Mate with me."
And they did, The Rage unflowing a crucible of fire onto a strange world.
I - The Rage
His stature was majestic, his great hoof thundering even when still. The hill under
him was rough and bled with red and blazing white. It was not the hill that burned,
however; it was of rock and dust. But the colors were the echoes of the inferno in
front of him. The Rage was a just one, plunged over the wicked jungle snakes. And
the fire was silent from this distance; great purple clouds of toxins calmly rose from
the hazardous blaze, its strange poisonous creatures quelling their screams in hot
ash. And it all competed with a great red moon; the shamans knew of its coming, a
burning waste smothering the earthly brushfires themselves with a dull, estranged
gloom.
"Kishom!", he heard a rough voice bellow from behind him. He turned.
She had always been larger than him. Her muscular profile drew lines of moonlight
and firelight into a delicate, yet overwhelming figure. She was black-striped of the
Akadon, the giant Shazarim of the southeast. Kishom was actually large himself, but
he had always felt miniscule next to her. And this was the first time he felt his body
shiver. She stepped next to him and watched The Rage with him. He felt the chills of
the night as though It had never been burning. She took his shoulder, her own being
at the level of his head, and quenched him lightly.
"What is burdening you, alashem?"
He felt like sinking, but spat instead. The ominous fumes collapsed into the stars and
slurred them. He leaned onto her hand.
"The Rage is a beautiful one," he said, "I have long waited to cause this to the
snakespawns. Cursed vermin, they are."
"Was that due Kishur's death?" she asked.
"Yes. He was a strong warrior," Kishom said. Black calm death became one with the
night carpet now. The Mare of Blood would be up there, somewhere, riding the sky,
seeing the destruction his people had caused. The Blood Moon itself was slightly
getting darker, being covered in the ash of wood and flesh.
"But," he continued, "When we journeyed the woods, and he fell to the blight arrows,
I felt fire imbue my body with boiling strength. I slew tenfold of his life. And when I
had done so, and Mezarion fell too, I saw the litter with the arrowcaster. I saw it in
its eyes. It was slightly purple and ocher. I felt its slick tailwork caress my length as
if a tickling pain. So I sliced its legs off. They are so fickle when you get close. And
there, as it fell, in the bushes behind it, I saw a running snakecalf. And it had purple
arrows; something my prey had not. My prey was not the right one. It was not
guilty."
"Such is war," she began...
"No! For I did not stop there. I took the legless critter with me home. And we kept it
alive. And when prompted, I said yes, this was the creature that killed your brother.
This was the creature that killed your friend. This was the creature that cut off your
hoof. Next did I know, the blood shamans had cursed him with insatiable hunger and
destroyed his spirit. He is limbless now, kept alive in a pile of begaishi as they
force water into him."
The blood moon was pitch black with smoke.
"And now look at his home."
The Rage was all kinds of colors, orange and blue too, perhaps from the fumes. It had
never been a regular wildfire. The shamans had maken sure of that by cursing the soil
of the snakespawn. And he watched it unfold upon those creatures, and something
about it all led him only to further anger. She calmly turned towards him.
"Tell me my name, Kishom," she said.
He looked at her, overwhelmed by her stature.
"Is this your proposition?" he asked.
She took her arms around his back and leaned her head onto his. "Mate with me."
And they did, The Rage unflowing a crucible of fire onto a strange world.
Immaculate
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Bran laced on his left greave, fastening the gold piece of armor to his shin.
His mother Rosmar had convinced him to accompany the King on this northern tour, snd now, he was bound to fight this Or'Nod fellow.
Bran then laced the right greave.
He had barely finished to sculpt a flower on its top with Goibniu when Eochaid had ordered him to go with the party. It had taken some discussing. Bran's armor was more than a military implement. It was still not perfect in his eyes, and he thought it more important to finish it than to actually use it in a battle outside the sacred time.
The sacred time was yet to come, but he was now putting on the gold chestpiece anyway. This was not exceptional, though. Bran actually wore the thorax most of the time because it gave him so much magical might that it was more convenient than wearing a tunic or remaining bare-chested. It was not very comofrtable on summer days under a hot sun but, considering the fight would start during the night, heat wouldn't be an issue today. If things went as Bran planned, the fight should be over by sunrise. Exactly at sunrise.
Bran fastened the yoke on his chest and moved his shoulders to check whether he was hindered in any way.
Eochaid had told him about his enemy's geassa. At first he had thought them impossible to use against him, but talking to Rosmar and herown mother, he had found out that the full moon to come would be special. Some of the elders knew about the red moon. They had witnessed it sometimes. Getting Or'Nod to fight under the right conditions proved to be difficult, but the northern lord and his celestian wives didn't know about the red moon. Bran paused. He found this funny for someone whose leader was called the Red.
Bran now fastened his arm-greaves. They were decorated with motifs of leaves. Goibniu thought that this could give him power over plants. Bran was doubtful, but he agreed the motifs could indeed help with magic, but not exactly plant-magic.
He was finally done. He put on the helmet and went out of the tent into the night.
Or'Nod was standing at the other end of the clearing.
The stars were bright in the sky but the full moon was partly hidden by the tall trees in the west.
Or'Nod wore a simple red tunic, and his arms were painted with motifs of the same red. He also wore a golden torc, gold armbands, and his belt was a a golden chain. He was barefoot, with gold links around his ankles. He donned a large leather shield and carried two short spears tipped with obsidian. On his side, Bran used a small wooden shield to complement his armor and a single long spear with a club as backup weapon.
The combatants saluted each other according to the tradition, and Or'Nod then bent and made some kind of prayer in his own way of worshipping the Goddess.
Bran waited it out. Or'Nod decided to move. He focused his mental strength and Bran felt an urge to charge headfirst his enemy, but he resisted the magical coercion with ease. Or'Nod then advanced, spear under arm and shield raised.
Bran retreated.
Or'Nod shouted insults and challenges, using his coercion to force Bran into fighting, but the king's champion receded, fighting the magical compulsion. Or'Nod charged, using illusions to feign an attack to the head. Bran raised his shield, and the real spear went under it, connecting with the gold armor just above the groin. Bran staggered, counterattacked, and summoned his own power to destabilize Or'Nod for a second, giving himself the chance to disengage. He receded again, into the wood. While he did so, the leaves on his armgreaves shone a greenish gold as he hid the trees from his opponent. Or'Nod followed, still seeing the clearing around him, while Bran was actually leading him westward into the forest.
The fight was long. Or'Nod attacked, using illusions to hide his real assaults and coercing Bran to force him into a rash strike or to let down his shield. Bran retreated, thrusting only occasionally, trying to surprise the northern lord but, really, only dragging him to the west.
To the west. That's what Rosmar had told him.
She was young for a danaan mother, but her own mother, Eithne, had seen a thousand winters, and she had told her daughter and grandson the secrets of the moon.
Eithne was deemed crazy by most danaans. She kept rambling and counted things all the time. She had once predicted that the sun would be eaten by the moon and had prepared to die that day. But the sun hadn't been eaten. She swore she had seen it become totally black once, during a trip she had made to places noone knew. In fact, the sun had been bit by the moon several times since her prediction, but it had always come back bright and victorious. And Eithne had never been able to predict the times when sun and moon would fight each other. So Bran wasn't very confident this time that the crone's prediction would come true but his mother had insisted. "Trust her. Trust my mother as you trust yours".
To the west was the moon. Today, it would set when the sun started rising. Today, it would paint itself red in the morning light.
All Bran had to do was trick Or'Nod out of the wood, where he could see the stars and the moon. At this point, he would be out of coercion magic and, if Bran held until dawnn, his illusions would be unusable too.
So Bran receded in the forest, bringing with him the illusion of a clearing, using his coercion not to force Or'Nod to attack or let down his guard but to move out of the path of the trees he didn't see. It was tempting of course to try to let Or'Nod run into a tree and stun himself. But this would only give Bran one opportunity to strike and, if he missed, then it would be Or'Nod who'd retreat eastwards and all his efforts would be lost.
Parry, feint, retreat. On and on until the wood disappeared behind him. Bran focused his powers. Now he had to create a false wood instead of creating a false clearing. Or'Nod kept pushing, and a trickle of blood ran on Bran's thigh where the obsidian spearpoint had lacerated his leg.
Now the sky was becoming lighter in the east. Bran wheeled. He attacked Or'Nod and forced him to move round. Slowly, he managed to push the lord of the northern marches west. Now, thought Bran. Now he could see the moon, straight ahead of him, an orange moon darkening as the sky was slowly turning pink and then blue. Now, Or'Nod was facing east, and Bran was between him and the forest.
Now the illusion was over.
Suddenly, the wood disappeared around the danaan fighters. Or'Nod jumped back, startled. He sent out magic vibes in the aether, trying to cancel an illusion that was not there, and realised where he was. His illusions failed him as the moon shone an eerie light behind him.
And then the sun rose in the east, as the moon was setting.
Selenehelion.
Bran struck. Or'Nod couldn't raise his shield, and the champion's spear came through his right arm. Or'Nod let his spear fall, his arm limping. He couldn't use his hand. He couldn't use his magic. He couldn't even will to keep fighting.
A glance at Bran's face, and he understood. The young hero was offering him a last chance. Submit wilingly now, or die.
Reluctantly, Or'Nod bent to his knee, as he would do again in front of Eochaid.
The worshipper of the Goddess of the Lake was defeated.
His mother Rosmar had convinced him to accompany the King on this northern tour, snd now, he was bound to fight this Or'Nod fellow.
Bran then laced the right greave.
He had barely finished to sculpt a flower on its top with Goibniu when Eochaid had ordered him to go with the party. It had taken some discussing. Bran's armor was more than a military implement. It was still not perfect in his eyes, and he thought it more important to finish it than to actually use it in a battle outside the sacred time.
The sacred time was yet to come, but he was now putting on the gold chestpiece anyway. This was not exceptional, though. Bran actually wore the thorax most of the time because it gave him so much magical might that it was more convenient than wearing a tunic or remaining bare-chested. It was not very comofrtable on summer days under a hot sun but, considering the fight would start during the night, heat wouldn't be an issue today. If things went as Bran planned, the fight should be over by sunrise. Exactly at sunrise.
Bran fastened the yoke on his chest and moved his shoulders to check whether he was hindered in any way.
Eochaid had told him about his enemy's geassa. At first he had thought them impossible to use against him, but talking to Rosmar and herown mother, he had found out that the full moon to come would be special. Some of the elders knew about the red moon. They had witnessed it sometimes. Getting Or'Nod to fight under the right conditions proved to be difficult, but the northern lord and his celestian wives didn't know about the red moon. Bran paused. He found this funny for someone whose leader was called the Red.
Bran now fastened his arm-greaves. They were decorated with motifs of leaves. Goibniu thought that this could give him power over plants. Bran was doubtful, but he agreed the motifs could indeed help with magic, but not exactly plant-magic.
He was finally done. He put on the helmet and went out of the tent into the night.
Or'Nod was standing at the other end of the clearing.
The stars were bright in the sky but the full moon was partly hidden by the tall trees in the west.
Or'Nod wore a simple red tunic, and his arms were painted with motifs of the same red. He also wore a golden torc, gold armbands, and his belt was a a golden chain. He was barefoot, with gold links around his ankles. He donned a large leather shield and carried two short spears tipped with obsidian. On his side, Bran used a small wooden shield to complement his armor and a single long spear with a club as backup weapon.
The combatants saluted each other according to the tradition, and Or'Nod then bent and made some kind of prayer in his own way of worshipping the Goddess.
Bran waited it out. Or'Nod decided to move. He focused his mental strength and Bran felt an urge to charge headfirst his enemy, but he resisted the magical coercion with ease. Or'Nod then advanced, spear under arm and shield raised.
Bran retreated.
Or'Nod shouted insults and challenges, using his coercion to force Bran into fighting, but the king's champion receded, fighting the magical compulsion. Or'Nod charged, using illusions to feign an attack to the head. Bran raised his shield, and the real spear went under it, connecting with the gold armor just above the groin. Bran staggered, counterattacked, and summoned his own power to destabilize Or'Nod for a second, giving himself the chance to disengage. He receded again, into the wood. While he did so, the leaves on his armgreaves shone a greenish gold as he hid the trees from his opponent. Or'Nod followed, still seeing the clearing around him, while Bran was actually leading him westward into the forest.
The fight was long. Or'Nod attacked, using illusions to hide his real assaults and coercing Bran to force him into a rash strike or to let down his shield. Bran retreated, thrusting only occasionally, trying to surprise the northern lord but, really, only dragging him to the west.
To the west. That's what Rosmar had told him.
She was young for a danaan mother, but her own mother, Eithne, had seen a thousand winters, and she had told her daughter and grandson the secrets of the moon.
Eithne was deemed crazy by most danaans. She kept rambling and counted things all the time. She had once predicted that the sun would be eaten by the moon and had prepared to die that day. But the sun hadn't been eaten. She swore she had seen it become totally black once, during a trip she had made to places noone knew. In fact, the sun had been bit by the moon several times since her prediction, but it had always come back bright and victorious. And Eithne had never been able to predict the times when sun and moon would fight each other. So Bran wasn't very confident this time that the crone's prediction would come true but his mother had insisted. "Trust her. Trust my mother as you trust yours".
To the west was the moon. Today, it would set when the sun started rising. Today, it would paint itself red in the morning light.
All Bran had to do was trick Or'Nod out of the wood, where he could see the stars and the moon. At this point, he would be out of coercion magic and, if Bran held until dawnn, his illusions would be unusable too.
So Bran receded in the forest, bringing with him the illusion of a clearing, using his coercion not to force Or'Nod to attack or let down his guard but to move out of the path of the trees he didn't see. It was tempting of course to try to let Or'Nod run into a tree and stun himself. But this would only give Bran one opportunity to strike and, if he missed, then it would be Or'Nod who'd retreat eastwards and all his efforts would be lost.
Parry, feint, retreat. On and on until the wood disappeared behind him. Bran focused his powers. Now he had to create a false wood instead of creating a false clearing. Or'Nod kept pushing, and a trickle of blood ran on Bran's thigh where the obsidian spearpoint had lacerated his leg.
Now the sky was becoming lighter in the east. Bran wheeled. He attacked Or'Nod and forced him to move round. Slowly, he managed to push the lord of the northern marches west. Now, thought Bran. Now he could see the moon, straight ahead of him, an orange moon darkening as the sky was slowly turning pink and then blue. Now, Or'Nod was facing east, and Bran was between him and the forest.
Now the illusion was over.
Suddenly, the wood disappeared around the danaan fighters. Or'Nod jumped back, startled. He sent out magic vibes in the aether, trying to cancel an illusion that was not there, and realised where he was. His illusions failed him as the moon shone an eerie light behind him.
And then the sun rose in the east, as the moon was setting.
Selenehelion.
Bran struck. Or'Nod couldn't raise his shield, and the champion's spear came through his right arm. Or'Nod let his spear fall, his arm limping. He couldn't use his hand. He couldn't use his magic. He couldn't even will to keep fighting.
A glance at Bran's face, and he understood. The young hero was offering him a last chance. Submit wilingly now, or die.
Reluctantly, Or'Nod bent to his knee, as he would do again in front of Eochaid.
The worshipper of the Goddess of the Lake was defeated.
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The Downfall of Peace (Part 2)
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The Circle Keepers at first did not take much notice to the bloody trees that were slowly marching to the Purification Circle’s boundaries, expecting them to fall like all of the other animals had. However when the first strike was dealt to the Circle the animated trees did not fall like so many of the animals before them had. The Keepers watched in morbid amazement as the abominations lined up around the circle and began to pound away at it; each blow sending their dark magic deeper into the circle.
When they finally fell the Keepers breathed a sigh of relief and looked on for more abominations that might be coming after the trees. Even when the abominations did not return the Keepers kept up a watch as the rest began to mend the Circle.
While the older members of the Keeper began to mend the damaged parts of the circle some of the younger members began to create traps that would spring as the dark magic began to seep deep into the circle. With luck these traps would be able to deal with attackers who did not dispel on the first contact with the circle and were able to send their dark magic deeper as a result, or at least slow the spread of that magic.
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Finally the bloodied trees had stopped moving, it seemed that the Purification Circle was still able to protect the forest from invaders. Still, Abedul and the other Watchers were cautious, they hadn’t heard a word from the Council of elders in days. Nevertheless the Watchers began to look for what other objects would be next to be corrupted. The rocks? The river? The land?
It was dusk when the Watchers were crossing the river they began to hear the sound of many stamping feet. Abedul and the others began to make the wordless clattering sounds, hoping to scare away the creatures.
The Watchers were caught completely off guard to the response of a mob of men jumping out of the woods and charging them with sickles. The Kodama broke into a chaotic scramble to reach the shore as they attempted to escape the faster humans. Swinging down their sickles they cut through the Kodama that had been leading the crossing.
Abedul didn’t look back as he ran towards the safety of the trees, however the cries of the Kodama as they were killed and the victorious shouts of the humans propelled him forward with fear.
Upon reaching the trees the Kodama began to fade into them and the humans cried out in anger. Phasing into existence on the top of the highest branches Abedul and the surviving Watchers began to converse and made the decision to return back to the Temple of Woven Branches and warn whoever they could find of the slaughter that had just occurred.
Abedul was suddenly jerked out of aether travel and became slightly disoriented from the unexpected stop. Phasing out of the tree to look at what was the problem, he was left speechless at the sight before him. A large swath of forest that had contained the trees of many Kodama was in flames. Slowly as the shock began to disappear Abedul began to realize why the Council had not been able to send any messengers, the entire forest was under attack.
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The Downfall of Peace (Part 3)
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Ataviar and Secoya phased from tree to tree as they reached their spot for the planned ritual. The humans had be rampaging in the forest for many days killing every Kodama that wasnt able to fade into the trees of the forest and starting fires to draw Kodama out. Finally as the humans drew closer to the capital the Kodama became organized enough to form a proper defense.
Some rest were getting dont you think master? mumbled Ataviar as they exited from the aether Shouldnt we be leaving this work to the others and focus on regaining our strength to work on the circle again?
You can rest when you ascend to meet the Higher Sprits, right now every Kodama is needed to help create a rift to the spirit world and call in the help of the Higher Sprits. rebuked Secoya as he sat down on one of the branches and began to meditate.
Above them a red moon hung in the sky, many elders had said that it was a sign of how the Higher Spirits were crying out to see their children slaughtered and how they burned to be able to save them.
Well they should be getting their chance soon. Thought Atavair as he sat down next to his master and began to join in the meditation. Casting out his magic he began to pool it into his surroundings, after a short while he began to feel it be manipulated by the elders in the Temple to carve at the divide between the mortal world and the spirit one.
The air began to shimmer in many places around the forest as the Higher Spirits entered into the mortal realm. Giant wolves, boars, monkeys, and other animals exited from these rifts and began to head towards the humans in order to defend their children.
While the Spirits may have little experience in combat their power was unmatched and they began to kill the humans who ran away at first upon sighting the spirits.
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Abedul trudged wearily through the Temple of Woven Branches as he began to head towards the hastily erected armory in order to find a new spear to replace the one he had broken when fighting against a particularly thick headed human, or Doreausette as he learned their names to be.
Passing through the center of the Temple he began to hear the cacophony of the Kodama trying to reach a consensus on how to counter the invading hoards. Hidden away in the corner was a group of the wisest elders, dubbed the Council due to the amount of respect their words held. Finally they seemed to be coming out of their meeting to speak on their course of action.
It is in these tragic times that we must come together to act quickly and decisively to deal with threats to our continued survival. began the elected spokesman of the Council These Doreausette must be dealt with quickly, after we have secured our safety in the mortal realm we can turn our attention to the spirit world invaders. Thus we have created a plan to keep out all invaders from our forest, by turning the very forest against them! We can transmute the pollen in the air into spores that will be toxic to the new invaders, they will be forced to retreat or die in the forest.
Abedul looked in contempt to the Kodama that protested against poisoning the humans. Couldnt they see that the times of peace were over? The humans had attacked and massacred every Kodama they could get their hands on; they deserved everything that was coming to them.
Slowly the uproar over such a violent path started to die down as more Kodama began to come to the realization that there were few options left to deal with the invaders. They had attacked the Kodama thinking that it would be an easy fight, now they would learn what happens when you awaken a giant.
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Thanks, considering the events that have happened to them I decided that it wouldn't be realistic to keep them completely pacifistic.
Darksaber1
Secret Emperor
When you push even the most committed pacifist to far, one of two things happen. They let you push them to the floor, or they push back. The only question then is how hard.
Darksaber1
Secret Emperor
Well, when you appear to be the only magical tree-gnomes in the setting, that state becomes easier to wind up at.
Also, anyone besides Eko you still need orders for?
Also, anyone besides Eko you still need orders for?
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Orders coming in this evening.
Story time!
A variety of clashing voices emanate from inside a hut where a dozen or so women were bantering about daily life, along with the deeper issues impacting the Adrialixtla as a whole. However, when a woman who looked like she was in her teens came in, everybody whisper with one notable comment being, "Wow! There she is! I can't believe she's actually here in front of us! The supreme empress!"
After the empress clapped her hands together once, the dozen or so women bantering about in the hut assumed a zen-like silence. This silence persisted for three minutes before she clapped again and said to the audience,
"I'm the Empress of the Adrialixtla and although I look young, I actually have be alive for 70 or so years now. It wouldn't be unreasonable to expect that I'll be around for several more decades to come*," she paused for a brief moment analyzing the room before continuing. "I'm in front of you since you are all the brightest minds the Adrialixtla have to offer. Which is why I've hand picked each and everyone of you to help the Adrialixtla move forward in the future. I can sense the talents and weaknesses are in all of you."
One of the women blurted out, "how would you know us that well?"
Everybody gasped at the rudeness and brashness of the question. But then the empress chuckled and said, "it's alright, even though the question was rather brash and impulsive it still is very relevant. The reason I can tell about all of this is the aura that is released from all of you. This is an aura present in all of the Adrialixtla. This aura shows me the thoughts and feelings of everybody present."
With that the empress brought out several small bags and tossed them over to the other women present. She then said, "these bags contain valuable items which we feel you can discover the properties to and potentially even recreate."
It appeared as if the empress was done with her speech, so the women started to walk out. But before they could leave the empress said, "wait! there are two more orders of business I must inform you about! Go back to your seats! I'll be sure to make these last things I have to say quick though."
The women got back onto the benches and sat their waiting patiently. The empress said, "while exploring the desert sands, one of our scouts found an ancient stone tablet. I've looked at it and it appears to be a relic from the times of our distant ancestors. The audience looked confused before the slab shattered and an energy spewed forth.
This energy said in an extremely deep tone, "To our future decedents, this tablet contains the system and lifeblood of our people. It's symbols provided a way for our people to communicate and we grew as a result. But alas, we were foolish and our people started to lose interested in these symbols and then just forgot about them entirely. Which is why I've written this. In hopes of preventing your people from suffering the same painful death that ours did. Farewell... With that the energy which had suddenly appeared, just as suddenly vanished into thin air."
A variety of clashing voices emanate from inside a hut where a dozen or so women were bantering about daily life, along with the deeper issues impacting the Adrialixtla as a whole. However, when a woman who looked like she was in her teens came in, everybody whisper with one notable comment being, "Wow! There she is! I can't believe she's actually here in front of us! The supreme empress!"
After the empress clapped her hands together once, the dozen or so women bantering about in the hut assumed a zen-like silence. This silence persisted for three minutes before she clapped again and said to the audience,
"I'm the Empress of the Adrialixtla and although I look young, I actually have be alive for 70 or so years now. It wouldn't be unreasonable to expect that I'll be around for several more decades to come*," she paused for a brief moment analyzing the room before continuing. "I'm in front of you since you are all the brightest minds the Adrialixtla have to offer. Which is why I've hand picked each and everyone of you to help the Adrialixtla move forward in the future. I can sense the talents and weaknesses are in all of you."
One of the women blurted out, "how would you know us that well?"
Everybody gasped at the rudeness and brashness of the question. But then the empress chuckled and said, "it's alright, even though the question was rather brash and impulsive it still is very relevant. The reason I can tell about all of this is the aura that is released from all of you. This is an aura present in all of the Adrialixtla. This aura shows me the thoughts and feelings of everybody present."
With that the empress brought out several small bags and tossed them over to the other women present. She then said, "these bags contain valuable items which we feel you can discover the properties to and potentially even recreate."
It appeared as if the empress was done with her speech, so the women started to walk out. But before they could leave the empress said, "wait! there are two more orders of business I must inform you about! Go back to your seats! I'll be sure to make these last things I have to say quick though."
The women got back onto the benches and sat their waiting patiently. The empress said, "while exploring the desert sands, one of our scouts found an ancient stone tablet. I've looked at it and it appears to be a relic from the times of our distant ancestors. The audience looked confused before the slab shattered and an energy spewed forth.
This energy said in an extremely deep tone, "To our future decedents, this tablet contains the system and lifeblood of our people. It's symbols provided a way for our people to communicate and we grew as a result. But alas, we were foolish and our people started to lose interested in these symbols and then just forgot about them entirely. Which is why I've written this. In hopes of preventing your people from suffering the same painful death that ours did. Farewell... With that the energy which had suddenly appeared, just as suddenly vanished into thin air."
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