Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages Eternal) Obus

Lazzamore

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Obusett's radiance shined like the sun, even though it was night, and the moon had yet to be born to stabilize the world. There on the far side of the world, this light was far off and out of sight. It rose out of the water; mountains, laden with copper, zinc, iron and gold, colored with all sorts of vibrantly colored stone. Her brother placed on the world all his creative ideas; Plants, animals, bacteria, things of all shapes and sizes. Obusett would add her own touch to the things of these colorful islands, though. Vibrant and gaudy trees and flowers, animals with brightly colored patterns, just to amuse.

A dark storm past overhead. Great hatred and evil entered the realm. It gathered in Idain, to the north west, and an Elder god was rejected from rule, the pure creatures corrupted themselves, and pain and turmoil was born...

When the darkness ended, Obusett was gone. The moon hung in the sky. At first, it seemed these islands were empty. The spark of intelligence was gone, only it wasn't for long.

You are a god-child of Obusett, and you are here.
 
The silence of the night was ringing thorough the isles of Obus. The lack of intelligence would bright forth an entity that is affected by this. A huge being clad in steel with wings white as the moon piercing through the back of the armor. While the body existed first, the mind came after a moment of dreaming. Corach was riddled with visions of evil, chaos and corruption. Visions that would drive him to be filled with disgust, horror and almost drove him insane. Outside the vastness of chaos all he saw hope: Order. And soon the dream ended, with Corach the White waking up as the first god on this continent to exist after Obusett.

He looked around himself. It was... empty and devoid of intelligence. The landscape was empty, but it had its beauty. The colorful islands, trees and flowers and varying selections of different metals like zinc and iron. It was gorgeous to look at, or rather everything was gorgeous to look at. Corach slowly stood up and then would start exploring this strange isle in which he is. He would love to first find out things about this continent before doing anything upon it to ruin the order that stands upon it.
 
Wail upon the skies. The great screech was that of a beast. Its wings blend in with the darkness and grey that have gathered on the west. After the storm, it calmed itself, and landed on the sandy ground of a tainted island. No life yet, but the ever curiosity comes.

Bezeroth comes out of the void. What awaits him here he doesn't even know. All he has for now, is instinct. There is no good, there is no evil, for him. His giant legs encroach to the sands and made footprints bigger than any man. Further through the deserted wasteland, still the skies are dark and the night is long. Bezeroth's skin turns black, and he makes noises of a nocturnal beast. Opening his mouth and upon the moon, he roared. The cry of a dragon is strong, and it can be heard miles away. Why he did this? He could be doing it like any beast would do when the night comes. He could be wanting to attract another living being. Or he could be warning them not to come at all. It is unrevealed, but one thing is for sure, Bezeroth does not sleep, and so continued wandering through this emptiness.
 
Broken memories rushed through a divine mind. Memories of moral struggles and dilemma, and darkness and resentment... They meld together and flow away, like a dream. The person they created though, she stayed.

A hypnotic dancing light slowly drifted out of the deepest crevasse of the dark ocean. It was soon followed by others like it; soon a cloud of raw glory appeared in the frigid blackness under the sea, rushing half-conscious around islands, though undersea caves, over volcanic spires. Soon she could see; she looked toward the bright surface world. It was beautiful. Her knee-jerk reaction was to love it; she tried to go to it. But she could not leave the water; like a flaming barrier, it burned her as a solid wall. She remembered now why this was. It was only something she said to mother; it didn't seem like something that had to upset her so much... So much to trap her in this prison. Eellae the dancing light goddess resented Obusett for this.
 
There in that silver lined gloom bled from a lone moon sat lazily upon the sky broken with baneful clouds weaves the rippling waves of the sea, sparkling in moons false light in near silence only to be perverted with some angelic burst of light from its depths. For that fleeting erosion of shadow the currents of water warp as if too give chase to the light that wept within it stirring forth a mighty wave; Waters rolling force crusades against the shore. Rushing waters bellow out an audible cry as land imbibes the sea having its flesh swept back in to the dark waters of the sea, leaving in its wake a fine sand rich with ores and quartz. Seas reach creeps back to the shore line only to have the flow of sand and water spun by some being aloof and sunk in the sand itself.

Quar'vyll laid half consumed by the sand upon the shore with but a single eye peeking out glazed upon the liquid glass-like flow of water fleeing back to the sea, He rose with arms alone to transfix both eyes. Minds enthrallment hone godly vision to view the whimsical dance of sand glistening in the silence, quartz crystal, silver, iron so much more beam within the refracted light of the waters body. Sea hides away under sand and Quar'vyll lowered his gaze jumping up with a manic to shake away the itchy sand.

Shaking about as he did in pale moonlight one could glean his guise, Short but with bones happily clothed in a smooth yet jagged muscle while kept lean, ears abnormally long with a wisp of hair at their ends. Quar'vylls' hair long and weathered with a brisk chase of it down his chest, arms and spine and lastly a long powerful tail having just a whipped ball of fur at its end. To his foundation stood erect powerful legs edging cloven hoofs into the sand as its loose design gave way to his weight only to peek his interest, Quar'vyll jumps in thought to cleave a kick into the sand watching it give way to the force. He bent to a kneel reaching with large claws writing empty minded lines into the sand, head tilts as mental gears spurn.

Time goes by and from the sand he molds from the only thing he could see--is own hand, smiling greatly at it only to frown standing back up bored already. Thinking the flashes of some unknown time before, light? Then that cold darkness? Quar'vyll pets his beard thinking only to have drop it as he grew bored of the task, moons tilt wanes in the sky and chance would it be the metal vines of copper and tin waved in the cliff face near the shore gloss a sheen of light that strikes his face. His mind near melts from his ears as he jerks his head with such a force he routed his own footing from under him catching himself with a awkward forward fall, This new thing, this new place , what is it what could it be ? In disturbing haste Quar'vyll makes a mad dash to the cliff leaping to latch to the stone face of the cliff, crawling up it till upon the veins.

Legs with immense force kick and root themselves into the cliff buckling stone and earth as a mind drunk with singularity purpose works in feverish bliss routing both tin and copper from the cliff drowning the silent air of the night with is blind zealotry, Quar'vylls lengthy tail acting a hand grips the ore as he leaps to the top of the cliff. taking in hand his prize Quar'vyll held his two jagged slabs of ore and held them to the moons light, Smiling wide taking on some confused pride in this undertaking only to once more frown. Hands lower as he took a squat holding the ore still bored but unsure what to do, banging the ore at one another with no mind to his power partly melting the ores making an ugly blotch of bronze.

Quar'vyll shrugs standing back up dropping his first work indifferently to the ground with eyes now sat to the mountain that perverted the horizon, As just before a wild smile grew upon Quar'vyll showing a maw of baneful teeth for now before him a grand new thing. Ah what to be the first atop of it ! he thought mentally while acting out this thought in bodily action. Setting off towards the mountain he stops time and time again looking over every plant, chasing every animal only being reminded of his set goal as that it was a mountain always in sight.

To the world before him so new and vast his would be rush slowed to a lazy stride enjoying ever step whilst near over flowing with a bliss, all in his wake shifted just so slightly in saturation becoming more lovely as if to reflect his good mood.
 
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Silence reigned over the land, the only sound the wind rushing through plain, forest and mountain alike. This was soon broken. From the mountains a large sound came, and with it fire. Deep within the heart of the range a being emerged, pulsating and shifting as flames rushed forth from where the earth had seemingly broken, scorching the earth and stone surrounding it for miles. The tide of flame washed over the mountains, illuminating the range in wreath's of holy fire.

The figure roared, its form pulsating and evershifting between white-gold and crimson, whole and tattered. It raged, it's very power cutting furrows all throughout the ranges, the flames scouring all. It helped, raising its form to return the world from the destruction caused by its arrival, restoring vitality to all but its place of birth.

The being was confused and in pain, birthed from the arrival of evil into the world. The actions of those who betrayed, who tricked and stole and hurt... they would not go unpunished. Of this, he would make sure. His form settled, crimson against the gold and black of his arrival. His form fluttered in the wind. Raising his hands above himself in a wide gesture, he rose. Higher and higher, until he was far above the spires of rock that was his birthplace.

As he looked out above, he found himself understanding... everything. This land... Obus. Its creator and his godly parent Obusette. The evil permeating the world and the rage, despair and anguish of those unable to stop it. The need for VENGANCE, for JUSTICE. The trials this place has gone through, and its RESILIENCE and PERSEVERANCE. He found himself with a purpose.

He would make sure that Obus would last. That it would endure through all. And that those who sought to wrong others, those who struck the innocent down, would never go unpunished.

Refcaskha the Everburning looked down upon Obus.
 
The gods of Obus looked around them; What they saw was surprisingly ...dull. The land spawned of the elder goddess of all things wonderful was not all too wonderfully interesting. It was unfinished... It was empty.

Around all of them was verdant grassland, with scattered pastel forests, on islands with brightly colored stone spires scraping the light blue noon-sky. The occasional spotted simian or striped equine dashed from woods to woods. Underwater was worse; no coral, few fish. Obusett seemingly 'missed' underwater. Which might make the more inquisitive minds wonder if that was an accident; it's almost like creation was interrupted. But nothing some hard work can't fix!

Years come and go without notice; Obus lacks seasons to mark them, just paradise all year long, and colors that never fade. But something would happen that year to remedy that. As the morning wind blew away the fog, reptilian figures dot the skies. In the fringe northern islands, small foreign mud huts were formed along the coastlines. in them Humans slept; dreaming of fortune and adventure on new shores...
 
Refcaskha was... curious, for lack of a better word. It had been many sun and moon rotations since he took his perch, high above the peaks, although he was unable to tell if this was a long or short time. The tattered god fluttered, turning his ragged body towards these creatures. They were new. They built. They flew. They did not belong. But... they could. Locating the main cluster of these creatures, he make sure his way towards them, his body flapping in the wind.

First was the flying creatures... drakes. He could feel a taint on them. One of his kind has had a hand in their species, and it filled him with disdain. These creatures, so capable of destruction and filled with greed, using flames (His Flames). They cared not for another being, merely for their own wealth and they were willing to use his retribution to further his own goals. Disgusting creatures.

Moving on from these... animals he decided, who continued to fly in the direction of the mountains he noted, he moved on to the builders by the sea. As he did so, he could feel himself changing his form almost involuntarily. His ragged, crimson form melded and grew, developing a metallic silver and gold sheen as he now walked his way towards his target, flames billowing out from a curved head and shoulders.

These creatures, humans, they were unlike the drakes. They attained wealth for family, they constructed to protect, they used Flames for warmth and protection. Most importantly he could feel empathy. Empathy for those who were wronged. He was fascinated by these creatures, and so he watched. He was unsure how long he spent simply observing these humans, forgetting not a single detail as they were born, grew and died. He watched as he witnessed countless acts of resilience against this strange and hostile land, watched justice and vengeance carried out in equal measure against those who wronged them.

Here and there he would become too invested in certain humans and their plights. Some evidence pointing towards a suspect here, a bountiful harvest there whenever he felt they needed it, a knife in the right position for a brother to take revenge for his sister. He found that he was unable to directly interact with them, but their combined beliefs allowed him some leeway.

It was not until after the constructs of the humans had expanded significantly did he feel it. Out towards the sea. Raising his gaze for the first time in many cycles, he finds himself drawn towards the ocean. Striding forward across the surface the ocean boiled and hissed where he touched it as he followed the connection. As he made his way forward, he found himself reverting towards his, as he was now beginning to identify, vengeance form. He fluttered his ragged form towards the connection.

It wasn't long until he found the being. Its for, was vastly different from his, little more than a collection of lights, but he knew that they were of the same cloth (a lovely proverb he had learnt from the humans). His skull-like jaw creaked open, and he spoke the words of the gods for the first time. "Who are you?"
 
Eellae, the goddess of irrationality, had not noticed up until now how lonely the ocean was. It wasn't until just when she heard another voice for the first time in... ever, that she realized how much she loathed being alone. The voice stirred up all sorts of emotions. How dare it?!

Eellae quickly gathered herself. She would respond, her's a soothing, young woman's voice. "I'm a lot of things." She didn't know why she said that. She didn't even know she had noticed the other gods question until this moment. "Right now I... Seem to be stuck." as she spoke, the lights danced in a powerfully mesmerizing fashion, but slowed as if to soften in her next sentence: "Can you let me out of the water?" the question was only half out of curiosity.
 
"I... do not know how." States Refcaskha, accepting the other god's answer. For a beat, silence reigned over to sea where they were, the flapping of Refcaskha's form and the sizzling of the ocean where he touched it being the only sounds to disturb the two as they observed one another. "It is... empty out here. Alone. There is little to observe or watch over." States Refcaskha, noting the lack of any sort of beauty or even life in general among the ocean and its waves. "If you are stuck, could you not make it easier upon yourself?" Asks the being of Vengeance, his pronged skull like head tilting slightly.

He was unsure as to what had befallen the being before him, trapped and without form as they were. Perhaps it was similar to his own inability to interact with the mortals, instead relying upon their belief of his goals to channel the slightest modicum of power. But if that was the case, then this god was truely alone. Something had trapped it here, left it alone and unable to leave. The very idea filled Refcaskha with godly wroth. "If you wish... I could help you in making your imprisonment more tolerable."
 
Eellae was inwardly upset. All this emotion was unpleasant... And this stranger gave it her, and now says he can't take it back?! Eellae breathed. "What did you have in mind?" At that point, A roar was heard. The humans ran to the shore, shouting and hollering, and in the distance, their drakes flew away, leaving the humans behind. Trapped.

When Refcaskha turned, back The light cloud Eellae moved to follow a flock of strange flying fowl gliding over the sea. They were emerald green, with all colors decorating there wingtips beautifully. Notable about this bird was their beautiful song sung by females to attract males; opposite of how it is ordinarily. This must resonate with Eellae, who was distracted by watching them. After a while, Eellae turned back to Refcaskha. "All I remember from ...before, was this argument... And mother, she must've... I don't know. If only I could reach these Birds..." Eellae said leadingly.
 
Refcaskha looked down upon the lights with pity. He was unsure as to what exactly fate had befallen this one, yet he knew it was unpleasant. But to provoke their mother (for he knew she was his too) to do so, he was curious as to what exactly had been said and done. But that was for a later time.

His body rose into the air as he, for the first time, flickered into view of the humans. Very few of them could see him, really only those who had a sneaking suspicion that their fortune with certain matters had been more than simple luck. But it was enough. Shouts of exclamation among the humans as a truly titanic being, crimson and ragged or gold-silver and solid, rose towards the cloud.

Reaching out with his three hands Refcaskha slowly cupped them over these birds, careful not to let them come too close to his presence, for fear of them burning up. Of course, some reaction was unavoidable. Simply by being near his divine presence a significant amount of these animals had changed from emerald green to the colours of his forms. Fortunately Plenty of the original still remained.

Slowly, the being lowered his body and hands towards the lights. Opening them slightly, he allowed the lights view of the creatures. "I am Refcaskha. And while I may be unable to free you, a wrong had been committed. I will help you."
 
Eellae almost felt warm fuzzies from that. Almost. This was still the guy who gave her all those bad feelings. And then he went and caught her birds for her... Confusing. As soon as Refcaskha allowed the birds to touch the water, something seemed to inwardly compel them to dive in. So, one by one, the birds dove into the cloud of light and disappeared.

Eellae had lost the attention span to continue there conversation, and that seemed a fine cut-off point. "Goodbye, Refcaskha. You won't regret your choice of friendship with me." she said happily, and began to float away- Oh, wait, her name! "Oh, I am Eellae! In case you wanted to know." and now she began to float away.
 
100 years later
It has been a while since Refcaskha last saw Eellae. After that fateful day, the two had not seen each other since. Despite never really getting to know each other, Refcaskha felt... lonely. However, that did not mean he hadn't been busy. Ever since returning to the mainland, things had changed. The humans that had seen his form for the first time in existence had quickly risen to the top of a new religion, known as 'The order of the Two Sided God', directly worshipping both forms of Refcaskha. Temples were erected in his name, with half of each temple dedicated towards either Justice or Vengeance with corresponding colours and themes.

The most popular, and thus ruling, class among the order were those who worshiped Justice. Clad in white silk robes with a golden hem, they presided over most matters throughout the religion, leaving only the inner workings of their counterparts alone. These counterparts were those who believed in Vengeance. Often heavily muscled and clad in ragged, crimson clothes these priests were closer to the physical side of things than their more politically minded counterparts, serving as the muscle of the order. Despite their differences however, the two polar sides of the order worked together to make sure that no bad deed goes unpunished.

However, it wasn't just the religious side of humanity that had developed. Under Refcaskha's watchful gaze and guiding hand, the humans that had landed upon the shores had flourished magnificently in a short time. The collection of huts at the the waters edge was now a bustling harbour city of sandstone and marble named Tuaru, decently sized buildings jutting out into the clear sky with some even evident over large walls. Smaller villages had spread inland, not many, but enough to be noticeable. The forest that had previously stood close to where the human shield first arrived was now gone, replaced with farmland and dirt paths.

But the humans were not the only thing Refcaskha concerned himself with. Almost directly after his meeting with Eellae, he had felt an... urge. Deep within him. He knew not of what I thought wanted from him, but the followed it. Across the ocean, back over the human town, up into the mountain ranges and down towards the place of his birth. It had not changed much since he first arrive din this world. The surrounding mountains and land was scorched black, with rivulets of red pulsating throughout the area. In the centre of it all was a large pit, filled with white hot magma and obsidian. Following his urge, Refcaskha reached forward in his true form and from the pit the first Golems were born.

Large beings of stone, they came in three types. The first two were beings of gold and silver, strong and resistant, even to the heat of their birthplace. They towered over the average size of a human, their bodies large and strong. The third was of a... different sort. A being of pure magma and stone, they rose with the other two yet did not resemble them in action, appearance or talents. They were strong, but not as strong as the others. Their bodies were fluid while the others solid. But what they did have, was the gift of magic. Stone and fire alike moved and twisted for them with almost natural ease and, while far fewer in number than their counterparts, they could easily match them. They were not only resistant to the heat of their birthplace, but revelled in it.

Although the Silver alone far outnumbered the gold, the Gold were more intelligent and quickly established an order amongst the golems. The Gold would lead, using their intelligence while the silvers became the backbone of their society. The Magma golems would take on the jobs or Mages, Alchemists and anything in between that the Gold and Silver could not do. And although they were incapable of breeding, they soon figured out the requirements to create more of their kind. However these requirements were costly, and kept their numbers low.

Over time the Golems had established a foothold within the mountain ranges. They claimed the largest mountain, almost dead centre in the range, as their home. From there they would beginto shape it, using their magic and natural strength to carve themselves a home amongst the mountains. Bridges connected the peak season of nearby mountains, the centre mountain was all but hollowed out as large structures were built both inside and on the surface of the mountain under the payment of a Golden King, with nobles contributing here and there for certain additions. Slowly, the grand citadel of Kaubus came into being.

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Silver/Gold variant. Physical. Strong and Durable.View attachment 1430
Magma variant. Magical. Fluid and somewhat haphazard.
 
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Somna awoke. She was nowhere and yet everywhere. In darkness yet in light. In an infinite void that was filled with everything yet nothing. She is alive in this void. And it is alive in her. As Somna awakes, so the world around her awakes. She stands up, stretches, looks around. Somna, the goddess of sleep and dreams, has awoken, and with her, the Dreamscape.
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Somna looks around, all around her is an empty white canvas ready to be filled. As she explores her new domain she is brought to be aware that her purpose is to create. And so create she does. She brings impossible stone structures out of the ground. She puts color changing clouds in the sky. She dots the ground with trees made of strange ingredients. She fills the Dreamscape with animals that only a new mind, or a broken one, can create. As Somna goes about creating, she becomes aware that there are other beings here, beings that blink in and out sporadically. She comes up with a Name for these visitors to her realm, Sleepers. Among the Sleepers Somna notices that there are presences that are more powerful than the others. She knows that these are her brothers and sisters. She approaches one and tries speaking for the first time, "Hello sibling of mine. I am Somna, The Lady of this land and you are?"
 
The male humanoid shape was made of an alien material. It was groggy, it was asleep in the kind of sleep that feels more like death. It spoke slowly, and like it was recovering from being destroyed. "I... don't remember... My name... What is this place?..." It looked around. As it did so, it came into focus. It was red like rust, and male.
 
Somna looked at the red humanoid male, puzzled, and replied. "You don't remember your name? How do you not remember your name? Ah well I'll call you Red for now. As for where we are, this is my world, the Dreamscape! Here I can create anything and do anything that I want! You may be able to do anything too. I'm not sure. Try flying a little bit." Somna says as she rises into the air with seemingly no effort. Looking at her with a strange expression on his face Red tried to jump into the air. After flopping back onto the ground, and getting back to his feet Red looks at Somna even more puzzled now, "How do you do that?" he asks in bewilderment. "Hmm... I'm honestly not sure." Somna says returning to the ground, "We can walk and talk for a bit then if you wish. Let's go."
 
'I'm a queen. No, not just 'a' queen. I'm thé queen.' Tauren thought as she glanced over the five hundred elves who were all conversing with eachother; causing a overwhelming whispering to echo over the grassy plains. Tauren began to declare, her voice clear as crystal and warm as the sun; "My name is Tauren, and i was chosen by our goddess; Ílluminaë, to lead our people through the darkness." She looked around; hoping her words had impact.

The whispering suddenly disappeared as she began to talk and all of the attending elves turned their heads towards Tauren, curiously looking at her as she continued to speak; "We are tasked with bringing back the good into the hearts of the people of this world. We are tasked with filling it with life. We are the ones who will hold up the light whilst darkness gathers all around us." She looked at how the majority of the elves who were nodding in appreciation and Tauren new they agreed with her. "First, we build a temple so beautiful and magnificent it reflects our goddess perfectly." Some of the elves cheered, others simply looked at Tauren, appreciating in their blue eyes. "The temple shall be build right here; a pillar of the purest material we can find standing strong, resembling the arrival of Ílluminaë-" As she spoke some of the elves teared up; looking up at the sky, calling out Ílluminaë's name, thankful for giving them life. "-A ring of pillars and arches surrounding the central pillar; representing her children."

Tauren then smiled, having trouble with remaining strong she continued; "We shall bring forth a beacon of hope and light, standing strong and tall." Her heart was racing; her breathing fast and uncontrolled. The light of her crown suddenly lit up an the attending elves cheered; calling out Tauren's name and their godess's; more quietly, out of respect. Tauren then slowly walked towards her people and smiled before she reached one of the female elves. She was seated on her knees; her hands before her chest whilst crying. Tauren looked at her and tilted her head up, using her tender fingers. "What is your name?" She asked; compassion and love in her voice as she tilted her head to better look in the woman's eyes.

"A-Anya... My name is Anya, my lady." Anya replied and looked up at her queen; tears still running down her cheeks, dissipating onto her chest.

"Why are you emotional? What is it that bothers you?" Tauren asked and let go of her chin and chuckled when she noticed how Anya's head immediately went to look at the ground again.

"I... I am afraid..." Anya answered and slowly tilted her head up, looked at Tauren for a second before averting her ocean-blue eyes. "I am afraid to... to disappoint the goddess..." She then turned to look at Tauren again; her eyes begging confirmation whilst her arms hang loosely down; her hands gripped into the ground where the goddess had walked.

Tauren smiled and slowly descended onto her knees herself so that she could face Anya and said; "You have nothing to fear, Anya. You, me, everyone here-..." She made a gesture that seemed to go all around; pointing at everyone else. "-we all work together. And as long as we stay true to our purpose and stay good, we will have nothing to fear but the impending darkness." She then nudged her shoulder and laughed a clear laugh; "I believe in you, Anya." She slowly ascended onto her feet again and as she spoke her voice seemed to be filled with a divine clarity that moved all those who could hear her; "I believe in all of you." She then folded her hands in front of her chest, and her eyes emitted a clear blue light; the purest of manifestations when it came to divine magic.

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Ílluminaë couldn't help it; she was being called back to her people and she knew that the more she appeared in front of them the more they would depend on her. Yet, she smiled as she walked back towards the five hundred and one elves. At the thought of seeing her children again her heart jumped up and make her chuckle. Wherever she walked small white sparks accompanied her and when she arrived at the spot where she first appeared, she witnessed how Tauren comforted Anya and the goddess was filled with pride; she now knew she had done good by giving them a part of herself. She walked towards Tauren, all of the elves she passed sank down on their knees; their eyes teary and focused on their goddess as she walked towards the queen. When she arrived she looked at Tauren and noticed her eyes were emitting divine magic. She smiled as she spoke, her voice clear and filled with love; "I am proud of you. All of you. In you i have put the knowledge you need to survive. All you need to do is try and search for it." She then closed her eyes and smiled as she created chests made out of thin, light materials. In them the elves would find tools to mine, cultivate the land and prosper. She looked at Tauren and smiled; "You are the wise among the wise. You'll know what to do with these." She then smiled and said one last thing before turning around and walking off into the direction from which she came; "Be good, and good will befall you, my children."
 
Ref was tired. After the affair with Mutare, he had rounded up all his forces and, under his guidance, went home. Just in time for a shockwave of dazzling white light emanate from an island further to the south of his and his people's home. He knew what that meant. The presence of another god was upon Obus, and he would need to meet his younger sibling, to judge whether or not he should take them out before they can do any damage to the stable tranquility that was his and his people's home.

After delivering his people, his form turned toward where the light had originated from. Now that he was closer to his people, he was in his justice appearance. Stepping off into the oceans he made his way towards where the light had come from, his titanic form crossing great distances in a single stride.

Arriving upon the southern island, it didn't take him long to see that this god has been busy. A new race was upon this once desolate island, already undergoing construction. But he wouldn't find out more later. He had to find the source of the power.
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The being was small, human sized really, and their signal was weak having just been born. But try as he might, Refcaskha found no traces of darkness upon their soul. No chance of revenge. Shrinking down, the God approached his younger sister (for it was a female form) from behind, and spoke. "Hello. I am Refcaskha. Who are you?"
 
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