Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages Eternal) Obus

The merchant; a plump, rather short figure with the name Twelve Fingers, was delighted when the gates of the city opened for his caravan. Guards led them to a market, where his lackeys began to set up stalls and unpack their goods. Beautiful, strange, and dark things were put on display. Among their wares were weapons, armor, pottery, and trinkets carved in swirls and orifices that seemed to evoke inhuman voices and thoughts. It was the first time the people of Obus had ever seen the art of Slua. Whether with wonder or morbid curiosity, the citizens of Tauru gathered round these newcomers. The Worm Knight sat on a crate, back bent with the load of his armor. The slits in his leaden helmet seemed to suck sunlight from the air. People kept their distance from the creature.

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Twelve Fingers, delighted to see his stock garnering attention, was rather irritated when the city officials asked for his presence. Nevertheless, the Sluan complied. He'd be rich by the time all this was done, after all. What was one little diversion?

Scattered energy from numerous and unlimited places was gathering in a single spot. Green plains scattered with specks of color that were flowers, sometimes coming together into beautiful wild harmonies without order, sometimes dancing alone in a sea of green and yellow.

Throughout the years, an ancient tree had been growing, it was a weeping willow tree. It's trunk was strong, and the way it had grown made it look majestic, elegant. Its leaves were weighed down by gravity in beautiful still cascades that seemed to shift in different shades of greenish blue, green, and yellow. The place was peaceful, and where there was nothing of importance, suddenly a gigantic amount of energy was gathered. It happened from one moment to the next. Had it been a creation it'd have taken longer, but it was a gathering, a transportation. where the beautiful weeping willow used to be, a sphere that continued to shift and morph into different things had appeared. Not by consuming the tree, mind you, but resting under its shadow, levitating between its cascading leaves and branches, and the grass that covered the plush green ground.

Its gathering and appearance would be noticed by anyone with perception of magic and energy, mostly by the other gods that inhabited or surveilled Obus.

Refcaskha wasn’t exactly pleased as he felt the presence of another god appear to the northwest. High above his perch, his form fluttered and waved as his titanic head turned towards where the energy had appeared from.

Reaching out, his hands grasped the tops of the mountains nearby as he fluttered down, his form slowly shifting to his lighter side as he made his way over his homeland, stopping a moment over where a group of Orcs were in contemplation before continuing on.

His mountain sized form stride across the ocean, heels bubbling and boiling the nearby sea with divine flame as he made his way towards he energy. He was pretty sure that up this way was a small cluster of islands.

Making his way past a jungle covered land, he eventually made his way to where the energy had appeared. Yet... nothing was there?

Looking around, Refcaskha remembered his enoucnter with Illuminae. Looking down, he saw an... orb. Underneath a willow tree. The orb looked to be inconsistent. Fluctuating. But Refcaskha had no doubt his was his target.

Shrinking down until his curved head was placed just above the orb, he speaks. “You... are a newborn. Who are you?” He asks, his voice ringing out with a metallic and echoey tinge.

In reaction to his intrusion and question, the orb seemed to vibrate, convulse and change shape, before Refcashka's eyes, mainly to have a mouth that could articulate words, appeared a dark skinned humanish figure, although it was still changing constantly, skin tone, figure, sometimes she seemed to be made out of moss, or rock, or some unknown element mix of those two. She's float and levitate around him, looking at the foreigner, indeed another god. She wasn't sure what to make of him, his design fixed, one thing she didn't exactly enjoy to look at. In her own vision, ugly and boring. Still, it was interesting.

"I'm Shade Under A Willow Tree" Her voice changed with every syllable she pronounced. "Who are you?, you must've come from very far... did you come only to visit me?" She radiated happiness and excitement as he continued to fly around the other, never staying still.

Refcaskha watched the orb as she flew around him, his curved head watching her even as he did not move it. He felt somewhat... amused, with the actions of this young god. A nice feeling, and one someone like him rarely felt. "Listen to what I have to say." He says, reaching towards the orb as holy flames rushed along his exterior.

"I am Refcaskha, god of Justice, Vengeance, Perseverance, Determination and Resilience. I am the self appointed guardian of Obus, where we are. I am also your older brother. I have come here to welcome you, and to answer any questions you may have as my younger sibling. I have also come to tell you the rules of this place." He says as he observes Shade Under A Willow Tree. A unique name.

"The there are two rules, and they are simple. The first is that there is to be no negative interaction with the mortals. You can create them, aid them and guide them. But you cannot send them to war. You cannot hurt the mortals." He begins, watching Shade Under A Willow Tree for any sort of reaction out of the usual. This was his strongest point, and if he felt like he saw even a flicker of anything on his little sibling's face he would not hesitate to attack. After not seeing anything, he continues.

"The second is of Obus, the name of this land, is ever in danger it is expected you will come to its aid. There is a continent like this far to the north, but older than even me and strife with corruption and evil. The races there are without my influence, and are very war like." He finishes, before opening his arms a little.

"Now that you have been informed, do you have any questions of me little one?"

The orb took shape, still changing but maintaining what seemed to be the shape of a human woman draped in colorful fabrics, her hair was made of a repeating cycle that was water cascading from her head, then plants growing, then fire taking over them and burning them and then what seemed to be lighting before going back to water, her eyes changed color and so did her skin, shape shifting tattoos all around her body.

"Are any gods here I should be wary of, brother?" She'd ask him. "Are there many violent gods?, I will not tolerate violence in my terrains, which are these, I am claiming them right now." She'd answer, her voice as it was before, ever changing in tone.
"Oh, and I will respect the rules, it is a promise~" SUAWT purred, rising towards the skies to contemplate the terrain she would be working with. Of course she'd be creating her own batch of creatures, and they'd be beautiful and as neutral as she was.

"None that I am aware of." Responds Refcaskha as his form begins to grow again, staying level with SUAWT. "Thw majority of gods on Obus are peaceful, however you would do well to watch yourself around your older sister Eellae. She is... erratic, in her behaviour." He advises as he watches his sister.

"If that is all you require little one, I will make myself scarce. Should you wish to find me, follow the rising sun." He says, as his form eventually overtakes SUAWT and reverts back to its original size. His body shifts into his ragged form, careful not to effect anything on this land as he gently floats his way back towards his perch.

It was good to have another sibling.

Durbul had taken the woodland camp. It was lightly guarded, of little importance to the Council. But it was important to Durbul.

He made his way through the barracks of the camp, past where they were burning the bodies. The soldiers were coming either way, there was little reason to hide. There, he saw someone he never thought he would see again; He saw the broken old orc that was his father... and Gol'k already was speaking to him?

"Gof, why you call?" said Gol'k, his head bowed in reverence. Gof was unnamused "Raise head, young one... What you do that for? Where am I...?" The senile orc barely could remember his name. Gof lifted Gol'k's chin with his fingertips. "Lord Gof, sir, you are in a human concentration camp. I bow because your son Durbul is The Great One!"

"W-wha... My son? I had no son by that name..." murmured the old orc. "AH! Yes, you had an older brother..." he finally realised, to Gol'ks confusion.

"N-no lord Gof, I not your son-"

"Of course you is! I remember day you were born! I remember when Red court come to take you, mother wouldn't let them and made them think Durbul was..." Gof looked to Durbul awkwardly. He now realized shocked Durbul was staring at the Two. Gol'k was in awe at the realisation: Gof was his father. The man who told him he was his late wifes illegitimate child and never any more related to him, his whole life... But why?

Durbul heaved. He felt dizzy. He had a brother? why would Gof keep this from him, for years? Gof lied to the king of the orcs. This called for drastic measures; but he would know this... Drawing a sword, Durbul stepped forward.

Gol'k's eyes widened. The God of the Orcs, the Great One, struck down his father. THEIR father... And then turned toward him. "N-no! Leave me! Why? Why you do this?!"

"I AM H'MOG INCARNATE. I ANSWER TO NO ONE." durbul shouted in a rage.

Gol'k ran, out of the camp, out of sight. He spent the next few days hiding in the jungle from Durbul and his search parties. He was marked for death. He didn't know why.

Refcaskha looked at the portal that had seemingly appeared from nowhere, just above the sea and large enough to fit his form. Ignoring the voice, although taking note of the screams, Refcaskha analyses the portal. It was certainly more refined than his technique, although the feeling he got from it... his brighter half recoiled.

Giving the mental equivalent of a shrug, Refcaskha reaches into the portal with an arm, before retracting it. The atmosphere on that side... it was not pleasant. Making sure to tie the equivalent of a safety rope to his current postion, Refcaskha floated through the portal.

Instantly he felt change as his body morphed into that of his true form. Interesting... the amount of beings who had seen this form was counted on one hand, and he had never been involuntarily changed before. Where was he? Looking around, he noted that this land was dark. As in, almost as dark as the undergound.

In front of him was a bridge with no rails. From below he could hear screams and pleas for help. Whoever was responsible for this had better have a damn good reason for doing this, or he would be coming for them. Marching ahead, he crosses the bridge as he analyses the place he was at, his for, granting him full access to his abilites for the first time since his creation. It was... liberating.

Marching forward, he eventually ends up upon a platform looking up at what seemed to be another god, albeit one far darker than what he was used to (his sisters being beings of light and nature). Sitting upon a throne of crimson, the being was shrouded in darkness, making it hard to discern any features.

Once arriving, Refcaskha floated above the ground, level with the God on the throne as he enjoyed the freedom his form gave him. "Who are you?" He asks.

@Ragenaut

@TheGreenerGrey

"Greetings, Vengeance god," exclaimed Hane,"you may called me Arch Devil." Paying almost no attention to the figure before him, he twirls out the Doom Key, and holds it out towards Refcaskha, holding it with the tips of his dark talons. "my siblings have decided that we must deliver these Doom Keys to the creatures beyond the Dark Continent.

"This is the Doom Key of Hell, Vengeance god. You know what the meaning of this artifact is? Well I'll tell you." Hane grabs hold of the key, and repositions himself to deliver his exposition. "This Doom Key holds the final judgment of this world. To the south of us is a giant door in the Woods. The Gateway. This is one of the Six Keys that opens it. Once it is open, my father's realm intrudes, and nothing less than complete Armageddon floods the land. All evil, all civilization, most life. Poof! Gone. All that is left is ruins, and the good and pure. Along with the gods, they're unaffected, unless they attempt to fight the hordes of Nonpa."

"I gift this judgment to you, Just god." Hane once again presents it to Refcaskha. "May your judgment be righteous, and fair."

Refcaskha crossed two of his arms as the other two hung by his sides, watching this 'Arch Devil' as they went on a tangent about the appropriately made 'doom key'. If what this stranger said was true... it would make sense for him to be the owner of said key. Reaching forward, Refcaskha grabs the key.

At the time he did, he felt a searing pain as half of him instantly tried to reject the artifact from his skin. Once home he would need to fashion a suitable container for this. Clutching the Key tightly, he object still burning him, he looks towards Arch Devil.

"And what, Devil, would happen, should I simply destroy this gate?"

Hane looked at a Refcaskha with a stunned appearance, feigning a lack of comprehension that this lowly god thinks he could destroy such a thing. He then grabbed his mouth, and suppressed the laughter that desperately tried to force itsel lf out, before growing quiet, and glaring with dark, fiery eyes directly into Refcaskha's soul. He then spoke, with a dark, menacing tone.

"Hah, you are amusing. Thinking you could do such a thing, hi-lar-iousss...." Hane continued glaring, before shaking his head, and pointing Refcaskha towards a dark home. "You are amusing, but you've outstayed your welcome, young god. Leave now, you have my guest, now I'm finished with you."

Hane then leaned back into his throne, and with annoyance, shooed away Refcaskha.

Refcaskha was not impressed with the Devil's antics. As the darker god looked into his eyes, he stared back unflinchingly. He was not cowed, nor was he in any way reverent or fearful of this... creature. It may laugh all it wants, but when time came they shall see exactly who was laughing. This god may not seem to think it possible, but Refcaskha knew that enough time and anything could be beaten.

Rising up to his full height, he bares down upon the dark god. "I may be young," he intones, his voice shaking the ground around him. "But you would be foolish to look down upon me, simply because of age." He says, before waving one of his arms. A sharp crack echoes out as a white outline encircling a blue space appears. His portal technique was not ad refined as the more magically intuned gods, but simply ripping a hole worked fine for him.

Without pausing to look around, Refcaskha exits through his portal and re-emerges in Obus, his form that of crimson Vengeance. Peering down at the key held within his hand, he grips it a little tighter before making his way back to his perch. Such an item would need to be locked away. He just needed to build a proper prison.

At that moment, a strange presence of felt. Reality recoiled, as in the minds eye of the all gods what felt like a hand was imagined intruding on the world. It was so utterly alien, and it was almost as though the molecules of reality itself detested it... But then there was something it was holding: A white flag?...

Doors opened in the sky above Idain and Obus, and a troop of gaudily dressed divine messengers marched down, delivering a letter to seven gods of the mortal realm: Dymos, Refcaskha, The Worm, Illuminae, Necterra, Aether, Mutare. It read:

"To my dearest colleagues-

You have been given great gifts, and only deservedly. Come with haste, come as you will- Your glorious presence is merely all the gift we may ask to fill!
We give to you, this holy day, to remember always, if you may:
Our mothers sons and daughters (plus one guest), youngest of our number. No longer in there great box, they will lay to slumber.
For to you we give them fully, as our gift! We arranged the Marriage today, to close our rift!
Come through the mighty red door, take them as spouse, that's all we ask for.

-The Fool, herald of the Chaos Mother"

((Horicabu had plans for this plot arc I was going to let him enact instead of picking an NPC. So he can determine how the worms marriage goes down, but just for the sake of continuity I would suggest doing it alongside the other marriages, @Horicabu .))

Mutare waits in his cell, for any update on how the Obus Quash will take, or trash, the knowledge he has given them. While he waits, he can feel a strange presence. One that he needs to see. He steps from his cell in the air, the Quash are all in awe as they look up to see what looks like, to them, the coming of the gods or the end times. The skies broke as reality bend and twisted to form an opening from which came divine messengers wearing extremely ineffective clothing. The messengers went off to various locations of the mortal world and one arrives to meet Mutare with a letter. The God takes the letter from the rather inefficient messenger and gives it a quick read.

Someone named the Fool, rightly named if they were the one who created the messengers, the herald of the Chaos Mother has announced that he, as well as the other gods, have been invited to receive some gifts, of which will be several of the Chaos Mothers sons and daughters. He had no interest in a slave, but as he read the letter, it would seem the Chaos mother does not intend to give the Gods slaves for them to use, but have them marry her children. An interesting concept to say the very least. Still slave or spouse, whatever the Fool wishes to call it ,he might as well see what this is all about. With the other gods probably going to see this Fool, he might as well go. He snatches a macaw from the sky and uses its Spark to create a flying beast for him to ride on through the red gate.

Ílluminaë was strolling through her lands when suddenly a oddly dressed being landed in front of her. It was carrying a message and after reading it she smiled happily; "Ohmy! It would be such a joy to attend such a event!" Her eyes glowed up as she began to ascend towards her portal. "Marriage! A bond of pure love and goodness! Such a evemt..." she exclaimed happily. Her pure light accompanied her still as she reached the red door and - excitedly so - stepped through.

'A world of wonders awaits me...' She thought as she was swept through...

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Faylen felt how the female used her fingers to draw the pattern of a flower on her chest and neck. It caused her to shiver a little; never before having felt the sensation of another person's touch. Time went by and before she knew it she was hit by a strong wind; produced by a leathery fan that was being held by a brown-ish variant of the people that had captured her. She didn't dare to speak; too afraid to upset her 'alien' captors. She couldn't help but smile when she saw the jewelry. She looked up to the female who had painted her and smiled weakly; causing her eyes to shimmer and her white teeth to be fully visible. When they brought in the obsidian mirror she sighed in awe; having never before seen herself in such a way wearing such strange body paint and beautiful jewelry.

"It... It is beautiful..." She whispered to the female who had painted her body. Faylen's eyes twinkled as she saw the necklace and whimpered quietly when it closed around her neck. She knew it was a chain and - even before she herself realized it - accepted her fate. She nodded graciously at the female's wisdom and said in their own language; "Of course not. I'd hate to cover-up such beautiful art..." She knew it was a risk; talking to the woman but she knew that she would have to present herself in the most gracious and good fashion if she wanted to stay alive.

Faylen looked at the one who had led the attack on her ship and smiled forcibly when he told her how good she looked.

The sun embraced her fair-skinned shoulders and warmed her up to a point that little drups of sweat were rolling down her back; but instead of ruining the painting, it remained pristine. She felt the piercing gazes from those standing at the sides of the street and she realized they were talking about her. She couldn't help but blush as the fact that she was going to be 'sold' to someone hit her like a blast of pure magic. She forced herself to remain gracious and good and quietly followed the blue raider.

At the mention of a 'king' considering to buy her, she blushed ever so much. Her eyes went all over the place before locking onto the raider as she listened to him. When he told her how to act around the kind she glared at him before saying; "I know how to behave around kings and queens, but i thank you regardless of that." She nodded when he was done talking and sighed; preparing herself physically and mentally for what was still to come...

@Zangyl

The raider smiles at the Elf's embarrassment as she responds. Her blushing face would hopefully increase the amount the king is willing to pay for her. He leads her up the steps of the pyramid to meet with the king. Along the way, they passed at least a dozen Red Guards, and a dozen more protecting the temple's entry chamber. The Guards allowed them through with no trouble, but all kept a close eye on the two as they entered. The light retreated as they traveled deeper into the pyramid palace until hallways of the palace needed to be lit by torches and braziers.

After a few minutes of walking they arrived at an ornate door guarded by 2 Guards. The Raider didn't need to say anything as the Guards opened up the doors for the Raider and the Elf to allow them into the throne room. Inside is the king of the Quash, a Blue Quash named Xili sitting on a bronze ornate throne, wearing a feather headdress and attended by two White servants. One carry a wooden plate of nuts and the other carrying a bowl of copper coins on strings. When the two entered the Raid kneels to the king.

"My king, I bring you what you asked of me. The creature me and my crew have captured several days ago. I have had the initiative to dress her in paint and jewelry to present to you. It was a very expensive task, but I would show you nothing less." Said the Raider. The king stands from his throne without reaction or emotion as he replied to the raider.

"Bring her forward. I wish to examine the female personally." He ordered and the Raider stands and nods.

"Of course my king." He pulls on the chains to bring the female forward and took a step back. Xili walks up to the female. An imposing man as he was a head taller then her and looked as if he could snap her fine neck at any time without much trouble. He examined her face, ears, the feel of her skin and her eyes. Indeed she wasn't Quash and she wasn't anything he have seen before. The creature was new and beautiful and it intrigued him. With Mutare's words still in his heads he asks the female. "What is your name creature. What are you and where are you from?"

Still wondering what the copper coins were for, Faylen was suddenly pulled out and plunged back into reality when she felt the - rather rude - tug on her 'chain'. She blushed when she witnessed the king; his blue scales shining with a orange-ish light in the braziers looming embrace as he neared Faylen. She looked at him; the blood rushing towards her cheek, only to sudden get even more red when she felt how the king examined her ears and skin. She looked at him too; her face slightly tilted in curiosity and appreciation. She underwent the foreign king's examination of her physique willingly and without any protest.

Her eyes flared up brightly blue as she began to speak in their language and a smile adorned her face as she answered the king's questions; "Majesty, my name is Faylen.-" She curtsey'd. "-I hail from Lathessía; the capital of the Elven race." The sudden blue light in her eyes would certainly surprise the king. She then remained silent; waiting to answer any further questions the king might have. Her eyes still glowed with blue, divine Elven magic; which in turn increased her jewelry's beauty...

The female creature replies her name, home and race. All of which were unknown to him and one of which he now truly knows. Her capability to speak their language and her glowing blue eyes were of interest and is a matter that might need addressing soon, perhaps in private. Still whether or not she was worth question is still a matter of debate, to him at least. If she didn't know anything of the outside, then she would be only of use as an entertaining pet or a trophy and Xili had no use for either. He asks her one final question. "I do not need a pet, nor a concubine. I were to turn you down, then you shall taken to others who will not be able to use you to your fullest potential as I shall. Tell me why I should buy you?"