Ages Eternal [IC] (Ages/Legends Eternal) War of the Gods

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The sounds of battle seemed to mute themselves somewhat as a loud boom echoed throughout the battlefield. Just above the sound of the ongoing battle, those further detached from the Melee could hear the sounds of something... Grinding?

Then everything simultaneously went to hell with Paloria's forces.

Where the archer and Mage contingents of Human and Dru'Dar stood, the ground below them erupted in a spray of flame and Earth as two Flame Giants burst their way hit of the earth, roaring in anger as they began to tear their way through the weaker forces, arrows splintering upon their bodies and magic failing to make much of an impact upon their obsidian hides.

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A high pitched whine from above was all the Rangers and dragon riders had before hellfire rained down upon them, curtesy of Tolanor and the Refcaskhan Dragons. The beasts were few in number, and practically non-existent compared to the dragons at Paloria's disposal, but they more than made up for it in skill. They capitalised upon the riders stuck low to the ground, crashing down directly on top of riders and their dragons. All the while, Tolanor and Burnheart raged in the centre of the Melee.

The duo had split upon landing, BurnHeart heading towards the dragons to use his size to full effect while Tolanor was a whirlwind of flame and death in the centre of the disorganised Rangers, the very blood he was letting steaming as it splashed to the ground.

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From behind Paloria's forces, the combined Golem and Human forces of Obus marched. Late to the battle, they had sailed further north of the desert and had swung down, relying upon the other gods focusing upon the garden to sneak up. And it had worked like a charm.

At the lead were the Crimson Knights, the elite troops at the vanguard leading the charge as the army, finally within view of their enemy, charged down towards the back left side of the enemy. Arrows from the humans and divinely launched stalagmites from the Magma golems alike arched over the arriving force and curved down, cutting through the enemy forces closest to them as they soften the defences for the charge.

The army was layered. At the front was the vanguard, all human, but directly behind them came the silver golems, the large beings acting as a physical wall and a veritable tide of flashing silver. Interspersed among the silver were golden commanders, directing the formation of the forces.

At the middle of the army were the human soldiers, armed mostly with Javelins and spears designed to arch over the Golem forces and into the enemy forces just behind their front line. Just to their rear were the archers and magma golems, using arrows and divine magic to shape stone to their will as they fired. Unknown to the enemy, most of the stalactites had yet to be fired, anticipating an attack from the air and ready to slice down any who tried.

At the very back of the forces came the Flame Giants. The gigantic brings lumbered behind the rest of the army, large spiked wheels of magicked obsidian as big as them resting upon their shoulders as a statue of a sleeping woman of silver and gold wielding a sword and shield marched directly in front of them.

And above it all floated Refcaskha in his Vengwnce form. No longer limiting his size, Justice and Vengeance hovered far above the battle in his titanic size, gazing down upon the battlefield.

Obus had arrived.
 
The Worm in waiting continued walking by the corpses. Orcs still didn't budge, but 570 of Paloria's army and her non-orcish enemies rose up, but this time, they didn't head to the battlefield. They mounted the Gravebeasts, and lumbered back to the Great Mount, going through the city and back towards the Sleeping Isles. The avatar disappeared, and Seven Needles went with the legion of undead to Slua.

A scout informed Paloria and Aether that the Worm in Waiting had begun work on a massive tower of bronze, positioned over the ocean. He also gave them a message. "The People of Lead have informed me that the flow of undead will be diverted for a short period." He said, reading from a faded piece of parchment. "However, fear not. The Worm has told them she plans to contribute more to the war effort than she previously planned. Do not fret that your legion is not going to battle." He breathed a deep breath, and read the last line carefully. "The Worm herself will join you soon enough."
 
Mutare worked harder then he has ever before. The Garden grows stronger and deadlier by the day and it's nearly reached its peak. The war wages rather nicely. Paloria comes closer to the Garden by the day, at least he hopes so. With H'Mog buying him time, he wonders if he should have went ahead and modified a few hundred of H'Mog's orcs, as his own personal gift to the god should they win this war. Still he had much work to do and little time to do it. With the H'Mog fighting and the gods from the second continent coming to join the fray, the war might last longer then he had originally thought. That will be good. He hopes the war will last long, so he can gather as much data as he can before he either retreats or Paloria has failed. She was an interesting specimen and he wished to see what his creations can do to her.
 
It began with a flutter, an ephermeral but alien flicker within the depths of the cosmic womb. Here exists darkness whose bliss few dieties know, and almost no mortals have yet to experience..

More than a cosmic landscape ,the space is roiling with structural oddities, shapes with countless angles cloaked in luminous shadow.

These figures dance, living stars of the night, sparks of dark prisms creating hypnotizing currents. One might call it a symphony..the true orchestra of the cosmic Yin.

And thus, the flutter acts as a thorn, bringing chaos and discord with its rhymic abberations; It shakes the black, creating arcs of light. The light reaches into the core of every shifting structure...causing that which was whole to now crack.

A blazing object lights up the space, interrupting the tremors disturbing its dwelling.

Rotating slowly, a single geometry of light hovers, its companion figures as luminous as they are dark. This is Nui, Nui of the Uncreated, constructor and ward of the secret places of creation.


Something disturbs the Void..His plains of living mysteries rattled and upset..


..But there is no way to stop it..this flutter that gave pulse to the unknown and unraveled it...

Unintended Exodus..

..and so a torrent of the Uncreated, mechanisms set by the cosmos itself, enclosed its caretaker Nui, forming the golden mean that would thrust it through the realms.

Endless spirals. A menagerie of senses not used for millenia reawakening. 'HE' could hear it now..the clash of weaponry, of energy, of flesh, of wills. --Somewhere in the central sky, it would appear as if the very firmament had receded, the unnatural hues of some unknown space, spilling its oddities onto the wind. From this space Nui fell, a dark comet infused with light; The very image of a solar eclipse were it to descend in totality.

Projectiles nipped at the multidimensional form, flames and wayward energy ruining a smooth landing.

Just barely missing a direct onslaught, of misdirected serpent fire, Nui touched down, plummeting deep into crystal waters...
 
//On Obus, the southern-most island...//


At first it wasn't much more but a high pitched whirring; slowly intensifying. White sparks raising from the ground; slowly twirling and whirling about without any obvious pattern or reason to. As the whirring intensified the sound changed into crackling; the white, glowing sparks gathering and pulsating into a shapeless mass. More and more sparks joined the mass and as they added themselves the pitched crackling intensified until the sound once again changed. This time there was - what could be called - a voice; it screamed, inaudible but clearly distressed. Suddenly, as if somebody had decided it was enough the white, sparkling mass and the sound disappeared.

Suddenly, a beam of pure, white light emerged from the exact spot where mere seconds before the mass had gathered. A shockwave of pure light went out from the spot; pushing away all of the grass that surrounded the spot untill it's power faded and traveled far; damaging naught. The screaming slowly grew in intensity until it formed into the clear, warm voice of a female. Yet, there was nothing to see; just the pure, white beam of light that extended ever so high until it seemed to pierce the heavens themselves accompanied by the ever-lasting scream of the distressed woman to whom the voice belonged.

There; a being of pure light seemed to descend from the beam until the being touched the scorched ground with its feet; carefully and lovingly gracing over the grass; rejuvenating it as the being walked over it. After having walked away from the dissipating beam for a couple meters the being twirled around; letting go of the veil of pure light until she revealed herself to be Íllumnaë; the goddess of Light, Beauty, Wisdom and all that was purely Good in all the people. She looked around and slowly felt how desolate and devoid of beauty these lands were. She, in her wisdom, knew that all she needed to do was plant a seed from which life would sprout. So she created a naked image of herself; a lithe frame, pointy ears and eyes so blue they looked as if one could look straight into her soul. Her image's hair was white as the purest of light and when she was happy with her first creation she materialized it. She smiled and inspected the being in front of her whilst holding a tender, elegant index finger against her lips. She suddenly frowned - which would normally decrease someone's beauty and grace, but Íllumnaë's didn't - and sighed, realizing her newest creation had not yet a reason to be alive, so she wandered off; trusting that her creation would stay put.

Her elegant, tender hands brushed through tall grasses as she walked; impressed by all of the new sensation she was feeling. One feeling in particular she did not like, however. It made her feel small and feeble and it made her feel obligated to listen to the urge to run and hide. Her joyous, loving expression slowly turned into one of pure terror as she walked further and further away from the spot she first appeared. She now knew what this world needed and decided her first creation would be only the first of many to receive the gift of Wisdom and Light to guide them through their lives.

She hurried; her hands folded in front of her chest as she ran back towards her creation. Shivering and seeking comfort she hugged her lifeless creation and felt how she slowly calmed down. She then looked at her creation and smiled; she was happy with what she created. She then gathered all of her wisdom, all of her goodness and beauty and created several hundred more of her creation; varying in appearance, but all having fair, light skin colors, a shade of blue similair to her own as eyecolor and the same pure, white hair.

Male and female forms of her creation appeared all around her; but didn't move. It was when she spoke that they all turned to face her; tilting their heads in curiousity as she began to speak;

"You, you are my children-..." She smiled at them and opened her arms as she continued; "You embody all that is good and fair in this world and are to act that way. You will be the wise among the wise..." She then smiled joyously and infused all of her creations with all of her gathered wisdom, goodness, beauty and light whilst saying, her voice clear and light; "You, my children; are the Elves, the Eldar. You will be the guiding light in a world devoid of good and hope. You will be the ones providing wisdom and light where there is none..." She then brought her hands back together and smiled when she realized many of her Elves seemed to be blinking in confusing.

'The realization that you're alive... yes, that is a moment worth blinking at...' She thought and smiled happily when one of the Elves looked at her and smiled back. The thought alone made her feel warm inside and filled her with joy. She knew she had done good and would continue to do so trough her children. She turned and looked at the first of the Elves she had created and walked towards her and when she reached her she smiled brightly. "You will be the leader to the Elves; you will be the one guarding the Light, encouraging the people to do good." She then gifted her a crown that was made out of a material she had infused with the purest of light. It befitted her head perfectly; its design resembling the power of light by crowing her head with a - seemingly - ever burning light.

"You will guide them. You will be the one paving the road for future generations." She gifted the elf the ability to feel the pain of somebody else, be it a fellow elf or anyone else; as long as it was alive. She also gave her the ability to judge fairly and most importantly; give mercy. She then turned towards her and said; "If need be, call out my name. Bring forth the goodness in people, my child."

The elf looked at Íllumnaë and nodded respectfully. Íllumnaë knew that her children were in good hands. Yes, obviously they would make mistakes, but that was all part of being alive. She glanced back over the five hundred other elves, smiled happily and walked off into the distance...
 
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Paloria silently raged at the intrusion of the Fire Giants. Looking up, all she could see was the floating form of the newborn God, Refcaskha. But the god, lacking wisdom, had forgotten about the true strength of Paloria's forces. With 2 million soldiers, of which only 1500 were actually battling, Paloria also had another million drakes hiding away within the Great Mount.

Her blood boiling, the goddess called out to her blood, and it responded. The Great Mount, its cavernous expanse typically silent, roared to life with screeches and flame. From its skyward maw came a cloud so dense and thick that it blocked out the sun, casting a dark shadow over the lands. A total of ten thousand drakes, appearing from nowhere, attacked the forces of Obus from behind.

Likewise, Half of Paloria's remaining army went on the march. Aiming to flank the army of Obus from the north-east, the dragon riders caused havoc to rain down upon them. Dwarves stood at the front lines, taking the brunt of the enemies attacks with their stout shields. Those of Led proved their mettle once more, slaughtering many of their foes. 25,000 mages began to cast magics among themselves and their foes, causing terror for enemies and blessings for friends. The 25,000 faeries of the main army had snuck to the other side of Refcaskha's army, creating deadly blizzards to try and kill, or incapacitate, the fire giants. Lastly, the overwhelming number of humans matched off against their brethren, attempting to make them kneel.

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Frailtear caught word that a small group of dragons and riders, one of which was huge, had attacked the Rangers and their contingent of Dragon Riders. Though her wound still throbbed, the draconic woman gathered to her 500 more dragon riders and flew to the site of the battle.

Catching site of the great dragon attacking her soldiers, Frailtear dive bombed the brute. Easily dwarfing her in size, the dragon was gigantic, but slow. Latching on to the tip of his right wing, Frailtear forced him to the ground. After releasing him, the young champion took flight and then brought her tail slamming down upon the dragon's skull. While not enough to kill him, it was most certainly enough to daze him.

"Dragon, Why do you go against our Mother? Why do you fight your brethren?" Frailtear shouted at the huge dragon, unable to even dream of an idea that would explain his behaviour.

Meanwhile, the Rangers, after being confronted by the huge dragon's rider, had fled, suffering light casualties. Then, from the relative safety of the woods, the remaining rangers attacked the beasts hidden there, exterminating them all.

High in the air, the overwhelming number of Paloria's forces easily drowned the enemy's troops in their own blood.

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The unit that Paloria was currently with had been attacked by two fire giants, right in the middle too. Ordering her troops, Paloria quickly rearranged her forces. Dwarves and Ledians were to hold the two immobile as Dru'Darian mages began to cast spells of ice and frost against the two brutes. The humans in Paloria's army arranged themselves in the outside, a layer of archers right behind them, in order to protect their comrades from any outside forces.

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The remaining few dwarves of Dhordahn soon lost their lives as the army of over 4000 obliterated them. Taking some time to exterminate the beasts that had cropped up around them, the second army unit formed another protective circle around the first army unit.

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Wary of H'mog's orcs, the remaining 75,000 troops formed a protective line between the current battlefield and the orc encampments. With dragons flying overhead, the orcs began to feel a fear that very few of their kind was ever truly gripped with.
 
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Aether stepped into the war council to find a slightly singed Hrothgar with a wild smile on his face. "She's one hell 'ov a girl." Said Hrothgar as he turned to Aether. Aethers face was twisted into a grimace "The Obus Army has arvied. We are needed on the front." Hrothgar with a wicked grin replied "Then lets pay them a little visit."

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As Attacked the fire giants Three Massive Portals opend up between the two army's main forces. Every one paused for just a second as Hrothgar Burst through the central portal atop a large boar and shouted. "YOU BASTARDS READY?!?! FOR AETHER! FOR PALORIA! AND FOR THE GREAT MOUNT OUR HOME! LETS BEAT THESE BUGGERS BACK 'OME!!!" As he finished 300,000 Dwarves lept through the portal and charged the main forces of Refshankas army. All of them screaming "BEAT THESE BUGGERS BACK 'OME!" the sound of clanking plate mail and rushing troops reverberated through the ground. With the last dwarf out of the portals Aether burst through Riding Vanar and the portals snapped out of existence. Reaching out for
Palorias mind Aether thought "Dear Sister where are you."

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Taliesin Unfortunately had wandered into the main dwarven force when the portals opened and the charge started. Now he stumbled out into the main battle field and tripped over a corpse. "BY the divine! Frailtear where are you?!" Shrieked Taliesin as he began to panic.
 
Mutare know the battle isn't going to their favor. This was of little use, but perhaps H'Mog would see this battle as a lost cause and withdraw before he can finish his preparations. Mutare thought that he would need to assist H'Mog and give the Orc god a chance to retreat and some relief. Paloria may be forces in the millions, Mutare can spare that amount and more. Using his powers, Mutare calls upon a million of stinging, biting and scratching insect and bird. The animals heard their creator and they obeyed. Emerald and gold wasps, Rainbow colored eagles, Pliler Flies, Topis Birds and all sorts of flying creatures, some of which haven't been seen by mortal eyes, all rise and fly from the forest, darkening the skies like a living cloud.

They soar over H'Mogs forces and directed their attentions towards Paloria's 75000 forces, descending onto the force like a black fog that bites, scratch, and sting. Poisonous insects inject venom that seals up one's throat or causes one's flesh to blacken and rot and Pliler Flies bite to draw blood with painful bites, then unintentionally infects their victims with their filthy legs and mouths touching their opened wounds. To add to the confusion large birds of prey crushed metal and bone with powerful talons and Topis Birds work in groups to pull up their enemies into the sky to tear them apart limb from limb.

After that little stunt, Mutare contacts H'Mog. "Have creatures to spare. Flying beasts simply a distraction. Ask and shall prepare. 5000 Scoro Clawers or 75000 Qualla Rams. Scoro Crawlers: Powerful armored creature. Claws decimate infantry and cavalry. Stinger useful for killing larger enemies. Poison, fast acting and impossible to counteract. Qualla Rams: Bipedal creatures. Fast and naturally viscous. Living battering rams. Can be ridden or released to break lines. Choose one. Rest used in defense."
 
Entering the battlefield was a single figure mounted upon a Black Hound. He went slowly at first, holding a heavy lance at his side. Following him were the first eight Gravebeasts. The trotting Black Hound broke into a run, and the Ledian charged forward with his legion of beasts. He pulled a heavy dueling mace with his other hand and smashed in the head of an orc as he entered the fray. Aiming his staff, Seven Needles, incredibly angry and delirious with narcotics, roared as a beam of starlight slashed through the ranks of Orcs. It was burning, fiery, scorching all those who touched it to a cinder. Seeing the clouds of Mutare's reinforcement, the Worm's Champion turned his staff upon the sky. The Gravebeasts slobbered and opened their mouths, and beams of their own flew forward. It stretched up to the heavens, an unending stream of blue flames. Swathes of birds and insects fell from the sky.

When Seven Needles and the Gravebeasts retreated to prepare another volley, 250'00 of their number had been incinerated.
 
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((Welp. Here goes. Hey if anyone sees the word 'countless' tell me so o can remove it)) Refcaskha watched as the forces of Idain turned to combat his, and he smiled. Things were going well. Everything had worked out how he wanted them, although not entirely in the manner he had expected. Oh well. Time to show Paloria that sometimes, numbers weren't the advantage they seemed.

They had practiced this. At the very rear of the army, the mulitidute of Giants held the wheels they were carrying out in front of them and they began to spin. Faster and faster they went, until they were nothing but a blur. Then the Giants let go. At the sound of a horn his troops split like the tides, Crimson knights melding away from the melee, hardly a casualty among them. And down the lanes formed, the weapons rolled.

The magicked obsidian sped down through the army, reaching no man's land in second, and proceeded to continue. The charging dwarves were the first to be struck, their numbers utterly decimated as the wheel tore through them like fingers through sand and continued. The troops of half of Paloria's army that had gotten involved didn't stand a chance. Dwarf, Person of Lead, Human, Fairy and landed Dragon were torn through and reduce to nothing but bundles of blood and flesh as long, wide swathes of the Dragon Mother's forces were wiped out.

And to top it all off, when the wheels finally stopped rolling, collapsing upon their side in the middle of the mage formation, a high pitched whine was all the chance the mages had before a fiery explosion gripped them all. The number of Flame Wheels exploding into divine flame was enough to make sure that all remaining mages were at least knocked down by the explosion, flames licking at them as they desperately tried to put them out.

The forces of Obus had re joined together the moment the wheels had left their vicinity, and renewed their charge, slamming into the now smaller than them and heavily disorganised mass of enemies, causing as much havoc as possible as copper blades simply bounced off of silver and magicked metals and copper armour was crumpled simply from the force of a single blow. They would not allow the enemy to form themselves.

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At the rear of the army, where the dragons of the Great Mountain and Fairies attacked the Giants, the figure in stone that had been placed at the back for this purpose raised her hands and the world went dark for a few seconds, dimming as the godly power went to work. Slowly, each dragon and fairy began to fall out of the sky, crashing into the ground with bone breaking impact, their minds trapped within the Dreamscape and unable to free themselves. Asleep, but very few actually dead. Then the rate increased until a veritable tide of the flying creatures were dropping out of the sky. Where there were once tens of thousands, now there was little more than a couple of hundred, who were quickly beginning to die in droves as the Magma Golems released their held up Stalactites, the rock piercing through flesh and scale with little more than brute force alone.

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The fire Giants that had attacked the area near Paloria were quickly whispered commands by the Magma Golems aiding them, and dove back into the earth before any troops could start bogging them down. They swiftly made their way back towards the main forces of Obus.

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Bo'Akur leaped down from her perch, landing among the enemy Rangers. Having been briefed by Refcaskha as to what she was looking for, all it took was Tolanor forcing them into a hasty retreat for them not to notice her. After they managed to miraculously exterminate the animals chasing them, she had chosen her moment the moment they felt safe. Landing down between them, she whirled, grabbing and breaking a ranger before using their corpse to kill three more. Their numbers were large, but they had no way of hurting her nor could they outrun her.

The rangers would not be making it out of this alive.

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Tolanor whipped around, enraged that his prey had escaped. The moment they had seen the enemy dragons coming, most of the Refcaskhan Dragons had fled, leaving Tolanor, BurnHeart and a skeleton crew of their strongest to hold the line. Looking at what remained of the other Dragons, Tolanor felt his anger burn ever higher. He began to sprint his way back towards BurnHeart, sword arcing and felling any who came close as his body rejected the flames surrounding him.

BurnHeart looked at the dragon, Frailtear he supposed. She was... well, about everything he had expected. Strong, fast, beautiful. The perfect dragon to be Paloria's champion. That she would support such her a cause though... it filled him with confusion. "Just because she is our mother," he says, his titanic form standing up and his long neck arching to look at her. "Doesn't excuse her of all the lives she has taken!" He finishes, wings splaying out as earth picked up by them flew towards Frailtear, blinding her just long enough for Tolanor to leap through the flames surrounding them and on to BurnHeart's saddle. With that, the two set off into the air.

"Come! If you think you can fight the both of us!" Roars BurnHeart, the dragon making sure that Frailtear would be unable to get a grasp on him as he flew into the sky, his wings shadowing all.

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Refcaskha watched a ship forces implemented the first stage of their plan as he headed for Paloria, his form still in the ethereal, although not for long. Floating over her, the overwhelming need for Revenge keeping his form stable, he channels himself through his Avatars and the god appear in the mortal realm.

"Do you want to take this elsewhere, or do you wish to have your people caught in the crossfire?" Refcaskha asks, beginning to make his way towards the southwest.
 
Seven Needles charged through the carnage, his Black Hound galloping over bodies as he looked wildly for a single figure in the raging battle. The narcotics barely ran through his veins, and yet his hands shook with emotion as the lance stabbed through a golem, blasting a hole through its torso. over the shoulder of the falling creature, the Ledian saw his target.

"Taliesin!" He roared. "Come with me! You'll die out here!" His mount ran alongside the Dru'dar, and swept him onto his back as the wheels began to draw close to the center. The duo rushed through the chaos, until, finally, they cleared the front lines and escaped into the distance. The Gravebeasts were strangely absent, and the remaining People of Lead suddenly seemed to be departing from battle.

The entire force that once bolstered Paloria's legion had left without a trace. The Ledian section of the city in the Spires was empty. On the edge of the Sleeping ocean, there could be seen many boats, heading for the Slau's dark shores.
 
H'mog gliding on his flying boulder, followed Refcaskha. "PALORIA. COME OUT AND FACE US. End the war here, Let no more die!"

"You have committed wrong things for right reasons. We understand you mad, but you do wrong to accomplish right. Let us punish Mutare, end your crimes here, and you face minimal punishment."
 
Paloria's eyes widened as she heard the words of both Refcaskha and H'mog.

Wrong things for the right reasons. Looking around her, Paloria saw the carnage for the first time. Her blind rage had hidden it from her view. Liquid flame began to pour from her eyes. The corpses of her children were scattered around the lands. Her own god flames scorching their charred remains.

"What have I done?" murmurred the goddess. With sadness bearing down upon her heart, the age old mother urged her children to end the war, to return home and lick their wounds.

Turning back to Refcaskha and H'mog, she spoke. "I...I....was wrong. I wanted revenge for my children, yet I led them to death. Refcaskha, are you not the god of Justice? What would my punishment be? A millenium, trapped and alone?" Tears threatened to roll down the goddess's cheeks, but her pride forced her to hold them back.
 
Aether Rode up to Paloria sadness in his eye. "Dear...Dear sister, What have we wrought? It's time, I will look over your kingdom and growing champions while your away." And for the first time in millennia tears streamed down Aethers cheeks as he gripped onto Paloria. "Good bye, dear sister of mine."
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As Seven Needles jerked Taliesin off his feet, Taliesin yelped."W-what about frailtear? Where are we headed?!? O-OO-OHH gods I could've died!" Stammered Taliesin as they rode off away from the battle.
 
H'mog nearly collapsed! It was over. It was all, finally over. H'mog and the orcs could go on with life (and keep it!). The war had ended.

The Orcs of Uth'mogsh went home, the nation dissolving. It was no longer needed. The Dus-gal and the Ralaamites had no homes, a cost of the war... But they'll make due.

Shel found H'mog afterwards. "Father! It's over!! ..where will we go now?" she said eagerly, trying to reclaim her old life. But H'mog... only smiled sadly. "...f-father?" At that she notices the soles of h'mogs feet were scabbed over and wounded, and two flat, grey snakes appeared! They wrapped themselves around her feet, and Shel broke down sobbing. She knew what was occuring. It was the end of this era, and she only blamed herself. H'mog placed his hand on her shoulder, and sang gently, and he left to go offer himself to Mutare. A deal was a deal.

The Great Maiden, the goddess of Domination itself, Led her people to new shores.
 
"Silence!" Seven Needles snapped. "We're going to Slua. The Worm in Waiting's hour draws near. You'd best be there when it happens...if anybody should bear witness to it, it'd be you..." His voice grew soft, and he turned his head to Taliesin. There were tears in his eyes. Blood splattered him. The lance's tip red hot with overuse. "...my friend."

It was just then Taliesin noticed the gaping wound in Seven Needle's side.
 
Red was still in the dreamscape, when it started to happen. The world around him shrunk! It wavered and fell away, and Red felt dizzy... Suddenly somna's dreamland stopped feeling real.

Dymos Awoke upon the moon, newfound power revived him. He looked down upon the world, and felt... something odd. "Where is hakku?..."
 
Taliesin sat in silence, the faint glow of his Eidolon softly illuminating Seven Needles's face. He wasn't sure why, but he felt an overwhelming since of sadness as he began to gently sob. He knew deep in his heart this age was over, the War of the Gods and all its onslaught had ended.
 
Refcasha looked down upon the great dragon and he felt... Pity. Here was a mother, blinded by grief and anger at the loss of her children. His Crimson side could understand.

But understanding was different than agreeing.

Refcaskha cupped the Dragon Mother's face gazed into her eyes, and then removed most of her. Her power was let out into Refcaskha, the foreign energy unusable by him but locked away as Paloria was stripped of her powers, retaining only immortality so she could repent for what she had done. Before she was completely disconnected from the realm of the gods however, Refcaskha told her the details of her punishment.

"You will remain mortal in all but age for millennia, locked away and under guard by those you call kin. I can feel the sadness within you, which is why I promise you that all Dragons without a home to go to will live happily on Obus, until it is time for me to return to you your power." He utters, before there was a sharp snap and he disappeared.

The Dragon Mother was defeated, stripped of her powers until the day should one that she is to be freed.
 
Paloria's eyes became hard as she heard Refcaskha speak about her dragons.

"Refcaskha! The dragons will always have a home upon the Great Mountains. This will never change, nor could it ever change!"

Surrendered, and powerless, Paloria reached out for Aether, though she could not see him in his godly form now. Tears finally streamed down her cheeks, but they were different. These tears were the tears of a human, watery and clear, not liquid fire.

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The forces of Nature stirred, their sister having lost her power. Imbalance permeated the world, and Nature reared its scaled head.

Lightning. Ice. Flame. Water. Air. Stone. Light. Dark.

The Dragon Gods called out, heard only by their brethren. Their Queen, Paloria, greatest among them, the first to be born, was lost to them. Her power lost, imbalanced, fire began to lose its warmth and light. Dark days were ahead. The only one who held even a shred, and it was only a shred, of the goddess's power was Frailtear. New responsibility had found its way upon her shoulders.

Sihl, Dragon God of Lightning, formed in the sky, among great storms of lightning. His gaze focused towards Idain, where his sister lost her power.

Granite, Dragon God of Stone, formed deep in the bowels of the earth, his gaze focused, too, towards Paloria.

Aer, Dragon Goddess of Air, came from the breeze, heading towards Paloria's fall.

The rest were attuned to her plight, but not yet formed. Their time was coming, but had not arrived yet.

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Arriving first, Sihl knelt at his queen's side. "Paloria, my fallen queen, we, your brethren, will guard you in your current state." The god lightning and fealty, pledged his allegiance to her.

Soon after, Granite appeared, crawling out from the ground. "Paloria, We will keep you imprisoned." He said, matter-of-factly, giving no chance for an argument from Sihl.

Then Aer arrived, wrapping her queen in a swirl of winds. Her form unable to be seen, but her voice was heard, a whisper on the winds. "My queen, we will keep you safe."

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Their allegiance pledged, though they stood on equal footing, the three Dragon Gods, stood, in human form, around the fallen Goddess.
 
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