TheGreenerGrey
Self-proclaimed everything expert.
Immediately after rearriving upon Obus, Refcaskha set to work. Arriving during the night, he felt for his Avatars. Both were asleep. Good. Calling upon the lines of essence that tethered his Avatars to himself, they appeared in the ethereal realm with him. Feeling a portion of his power drain as they took upon their Ethereal forms for the second time, the duo increasing in size to almost match his height as he waited for the feeling to subside before looking down upon the two, who had taken to kneeling.
Tolanor was in his Vengeance form, his body a large mass of swirling flames and rock that let out strong bursts of divine power now that he was so close to his god. Bo'Akur was the same as she was in the mortal realm, except significantly larger of course. The two waited for their god to speak, not daring to look up from the ground before he did so.
Ref did not keep them waiting long. "A war is coming. The land that my first followers fled from is turning upon themselves." He states simply. The Avatars do not react, for they had already known this. Whispers, both from their god and from mortal mouths had told them so. What he said next however, surprised them. "The reason I have ordered you both to gather as many forces as you can... is because we will be participating."
Both Avatars felt shock running through them, although for different reasons. Tolanor was eager. He had felt only a fraction of the hatred of the northern continent, leaking through his connection with the Two-Sided God, but it had been enough to set both him and BurnHeart ablaze. They wished to unleash Vengeance upon those who had caused such rage and hatred, and it seemed as if they would be allowed to.
Bo'Akur was not so eager. The first to dare to look up, she gazed into the form of Justice personified, the silver, gold and flame tearing at her vision. She knew was fortunate that she held the position of Avatar, for merely gazing upon Refcaskha's divine form would have torn any of her brethren to nothing more than dust. "But my lord! To invade another country simply for the sake of Veng-" she begins before Refcaskha cuts her off.
"It is not simply for Vengeance, Bo'Akur. This is for Justice, more than anything. Both sides have committed grave wrongs, and it is up to us to make sure they receive punishment." The god states, looking down with pride upon his Avatar of Justice. To go against ones own god in the name of Justice was an admirable quality. He had chosen well. Looking at Tolanor, he speaks.
"Now, go prepare. Tolanor, gather your Crimson Knights. They will lead the humans into battle. Recruit as many as you can. Our forces may be few in number, but none can hope to match them." He says, banishing Tolanor back to the physical realm before turning back to Bo'Akur. "The Golems will be key to our army, if not the war. You must gather your Mages, your soldiers and your Giants. I understand you have recently discovered a new weapon for the behemoths?" He inquires.
Bo'Akur nods. "Yes, my God. A powerful weapon of obsidian and magicked flame. Essentially a spiked ball the size of ten Golems, it uses little holes in its body to eject flame, speeding it up to a great degree. The Giants hold the centre part of it, a part seperate from the rest of the weapon, allowing it to spin with ease while still held in place. Once released, it is capable of tearing through steel and bronze with ease. Only our flame Giants can move or even power it, but its effect upon the battlefield is devastating." She finishes explaining, head bowed.
"Good. See to it that we have enough prepared for battle." Refcaskha nods, almost dismissing her before a thought strikes him. Withdrawing the Sleeping One's essence, he passes it over to Bo'Akur, who gently takes it. "Allow none other than you to touch that. That is the essence of a god. You will task your people with the production of a focus to summon this god to the mortal realm." He says, before finally dismissing Bo'Akur.
Looking around, he found that he had little to do now. Retreating back towards his mountain home, he makes his way towards his birthplace. There would need to be more Golems for the upcoming war.
Tolanor was in his Vengeance form, his body a large mass of swirling flames and rock that let out strong bursts of divine power now that he was so close to his god. Bo'Akur was the same as she was in the mortal realm, except significantly larger of course. The two waited for their god to speak, not daring to look up from the ground before he did so.
Ref did not keep them waiting long. "A war is coming. The land that my first followers fled from is turning upon themselves." He states simply. The Avatars do not react, for they had already known this. Whispers, both from their god and from mortal mouths had told them so. What he said next however, surprised them. "The reason I have ordered you both to gather as many forces as you can... is because we will be participating."
Both Avatars felt shock running through them, although for different reasons. Tolanor was eager. He had felt only a fraction of the hatred of the northern continent, leaking through his connection with the Two-Sided God, but it had been enough to set both him and BurnHeart ablaze. They wished to unleash Vengeance upon those who had caused such rage and hatred, and it seemed as if they would be allowed to.
Bo'Akur was not so eager. The first to dare to look up, she gazed into the form of Justice personified, the silver, gold and flame tearing at her vision. She knew was fortunate that she held the position of Avatar, for merely gazing upon Refcaskha's divine form would have torn any of her brethren to nothing more than dust. "But my lord! To invade another country simply for the sake of Veng-" she begins before Refcaskha cuts her off.
"It is not simply for Vengeance, Bo'Akur. This is for Justice, more than anything. Both sides have committed grave wrongs, and it is up to us to make sure they receive punishment." The god states, looking down with pride upon his Avatar of Justice. To go against ones own god in the name of Justice was an admirable quality. He had chosen well. Looking at Tolanor, he speaks.
"Now, go prepare. Tolanor, gather your Crimson Knights. They will lead the humans into battle. Recruit as many as you can. Our forces may be few in number, but none can hope to match them." He says, banishing Tolanor back to the physical realm before turning back to Bo'Akur. "The Golems will be key to our army, if not the war. You must gather your Mages, your soldiers and your Giants. I understand you have recently discovered a new weapon for the behemoths?" He inquires.
Bo'Akur nods. "Yes, my God. A powerful weapon of obsidian and magicked flame. Essentially a spiked ball the size of ten Golems, it uses little holes in its body to eject flame, speeding it up to a great degree. The Giants hold the centre part of it, a part seperate from the rest of the weapon, allowing it to spin with ease while still held in place. Once released, it is capable of tearing through steel and bronze with ease. Only our flame Giants can move or even power it, but its effect upon the battlefield is devastating." She finishes explaining, head bowed.
"Good. See to it that we have enough prepared for battle." Refcaskha nods, almost dismissing her before a thought strikes him. Withdrawing the Sleeping One's essence, he passes it over to Bo'Akur, who gently takes it. "Allow none other than you to touch that. That is the essence of a god. You will task your people with the production of a focus to summon this god to the mortal realm." He says, before finally dismissing Bo'Akur.
Looking around, he found that he had little to do now. Retreating back towards his mountain home, he makes his way towards his birthplace. There would need to be more Golems for the upcoming war.
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