Act One

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    Arzian simply glanced around, finishing off the bird before noticing Eliphon... with his weapon drawn. That caused him to step away, once, twice, making sure that there was a good amount of distance between the two. "Good evening, Entropic one, what might be the reason for you appearing today?"
     
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    350 Eliphon didn't reply. He just gestured around at the circle of decay and the shaking ground. Then he shrugged.
     
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    Year 323, Great Tree of the Simians, Durbag Forest



    Emperor Turkdarian Long Tooth IV was not pleased. His domain, the domain of his fathers and his grandfathers and his great grandfathers, was crumbling and his tribe's hegemony was weaker now than ever before since it first conquered the forest. Rebellions sprouted up one after the other, all in support of Kobalt and his Greenbow Jungle tribe, who used religion as an excuse to declare their independence. He hesitated in acting for 20 years, hoping to avoid all-out war between the nations that comprised his lands, but now yet another settlement had appeared and his indecisiveness could no longer stand. This one, the so-called “Smalltooth” clan was the first to openly embrace Khaline as its patron deity rather than declare itself a secular nation as Greenbow and its supporters did.

    In truth, Turkdarian did not care about religion. Officially, he was a worshipper of Yurius and Yurius was the ostensibly the patron deity of the Empire, but in truth, he did not care whether the people worshipped Yurius or Khaline or no one at all, as long as they all bowed to him. The new nation was not that powerful yet, but it was growing every day. It had not yet declared itself for or against the Empire, but Turkdarian had no doubts that if he did not act now, quickly, they would go off on their own or, worse, support the Greenbow insurrection. Today, he would officially call on the armies of the remaining loyal imperial nations to support the Ferrous armies. Combined, the armies of Stonebow, Long Tooth, Ferrous, and smaller nations all of whom swore fealty to the Empire, would be a force of over one million soldiers, far more than enough to put down Kobalt's puny temper tantrum. They, marching with Turkdarian and the generals of these respective nations at their head, would march into Greenbow, take Kobalt's head and the head of his eldest male heir, stick them on pikes, and march them all throughout the kingdoms currently in rebellion as a message that it would no longer be tolerated. He would replace the Greenbow monarch with his youngest son, Daxus, who would rule that tribe with the proper deference and fealty to his emperor. Kobalt's other children, two daughters, would be separated, held hostage (though superficially given their freedom, of course) in the royal courts of Long Tooth and Stonebow against the good behavior of the Greenbow nobility and common citizens. If the kingdoms supporting Greenbow did not get the message when he marched his army to their gates with Kobalt's head on a stick, he would do the same to them.

    When they were finished putting down this rebellion, they would next march their army to the gates of the burgeoning Smalltooth Settlement. They would, of course, still have the heads, letting Khal know exactly what happened to people who defied the will of the Empire. He would meet with her and offer her the chance to bow to him. As with all the other nations in the Empire, the Smalltooth would pay taxes to the Empire and swear fealty to Turkdarian as its emperor; they would also have to march their armies if he called on them. They would be given, in return, the full support of the empire in maintaining and growing themselves: seasoned troops, quality weapons, experienced administrators, medical professionals, engineers, trade, and, of course, funding. For the most part, as long as they swore him fealty and paid his taxes and as long as they were not so barbaric that their people were subjected to outright genocide, they would be allowed to live their lives under whatever laws with whatever form of government they saw fit and worship whatever god they wanted. He really did not care about those details at the moment.

    If they refused, they would be wiped from the face of Rephlon. They might not be able to break down their walls, blessed as they were by their goddess, but an army of one million was more than enough to lay siege to their small village until its people starved. That is, if they were not able to climb over the walls or destroy the town with catapult fire first. Smalltooth respected strength above all else, even moreso than the already normally harsh Simians, apparently, so they would no doubt recognize they did not have the strength to stand up to an army of this size. They would either bow to him and get his blessing and protection, or they would face his wrath and die to a man. It was that simple.

    As long as it was within his power, Turkdarian would not let his Empire fall. He did not care how many monarchs he had to replace or how many kingdoms he had to topple; he would pass on the lands of his birthright, unbroken, to his heir. He made his proclamations before the royal court, sent messengers to all his loyal vassal states, and prepared to march with the Long Tooth army to rendezvous with the troops of other nations. It was going to be a long next few months.



    Year 330



    After returning from the Underworld, Yurius quickly left the vicinity of the tower. He was not yet ready to deal with the Alfar. It would take him some time to recover from his ordeal to the point that he felt confident he could suppress his unease around them. He returned to his army in the Arbiter's Meadow, where his return was met with cheers and jubilation from all his men. Zokmod gave him a lengthy report on all that had gone on in his absence: the insurrection of the Greenbow Simians, the founding of Khal's Smalltooth settlement, the empire's response. Quite a lot could happen in 20 years.

    He also learned Khaline broke in, killed a large number of his men, and then released Borin and the other nature spirits to guard her Disciples' sanctuary. That stung particularly badly. He would have to take steps to win them back.

    It was starting to grow tiring reacting to her moves instead of making her react to him. He still knew exactly where she was going and what she was doing at all times. The time for Yurius to confront her directly was fast approaching, but it was not quite right just yet. He would like to recover from his recent ordeal, master his new portal ability, and deal with the Underworld threat that would soon appear first before dealing with her. Not to mention winning back and then healing Borin and the Feral spirits, if Mamba were even willing or capable of doing so.

    For the first time in a long time, Yurius began to once more answer prayers. He still suffered from random bouts of paranoia and panic, but the constant flow of work helped to ease it a little. Most prayers were simple requests for blessings in battle, trade, or on long journeys from Simians and migrant Dragons throughout Rephlon. Some were requests for judgment in civil affairs like inheritance or land disputes. Yet others were calls for judgment in criminal trials. Eventually, though, in about year 337, he received a prayer from a most unexpected source: Khaline's Smalltooth Settlement. There was a man there named Pistis who joined after hearing the Goddess argue herself in favor of her philosophy. In his youth, he was a powerful warrior and yearned for a place where his strength would allow him to take what he wanted. Now, though, nearly ten years later, he was older and frailer, and he had a daughter. Pistis never thought he would have to pray to Yurius, whom he hated in his youth for his teachings that would deny him the right to take whatever he wanted by force. This changed when several younger, stronger Simians in the Smalltooth were strong enough to take his daughter and do whatever THEY wanted by force. There was no law against it there; they could kill, steal, or rape whatever and whomever they had the power to kill, steal, or rape. Pistis could do nothing for her but watch as they violated her in every way possible. He was not so young anymore that he could fight these monsters and defend his daughter's dignity. So, in pure desperation, he prayed to Yurius every day and night for justice.

    Yurius was moved by the daughter's plight, but had little power in the Smalltooth settlement, where he was hated with unrivaled passion. He could not appeal to laws that did not exist or soldiers and knights that had no interest in protecting the citizenry. The best he could do to deliver them from their nightmare was to get them out; however, his ability to use portals was inconsistent at best. He had been practicing with it and had gained some minute control, but he still could not create them purely at will. He had to be in an extreme emotional state to feel the power welling within himself. As he did in times of great need, he forced himself to remember his torture and the creatures fashioned from the magic that made that torture possible. He welcomed his growing sense of panic and fright. He could conceal it from onlookers more effectively now. You would not know he was panicking to look at him unless you knew the signs: trembling hands, a twitch of the eye, a small falter in his step. His efforts bore fruit. A portal to the inside of the Smalltooth settlement appeared. Inside, Pistis was watching as his daughter was once more raped in front of him. She simply cried silently, closed her eyes tightly, and tried to pretend she was somewhere else. It was the only defense she had in such circumstances.

    Yurius had no mercy for such monstrous creatures who would violate an innocent girl. They were dressed in the armor and had the weapons of knights. They were supposed to protect their realm. Apparently they saw their current activities as appropriate payment for their services protecting the girl, as if taxes were not enough. It was unconscionable. He was on them before they knew what happened. One by one he snapped their necks. They would not live to harm another innocent.

    “Quickly,” he said to Pistis and his daughter, who quickly dressed herself, “we must go, before we are noticed. I do not wish to do battle with the entire colony by myself."

    The two nodded their assent and stepped through the portal through which Yurius had arrived. He was suddenly overcome by his anger and outrage at the state of affairs. Before leaving, he burned his sigil, the silver scale, into the ground where the corpses of the corrupt soldiers lie broken and branded the same symbol onto their foreheads. Everyone who saw them hereafter would know it was his work. Those who thought him dead or inert would be thoroughly disabused of that notion. Those who thought they had no choice but to accept the injustices this colony forced on them in order to live there peacefully would know they had a protector if they asked for one in the privacy of their own hearts. He hoped Khaline saw as well. Let her see the inevitable end result of her callous, barbaric worldview. The abuse of innocence, the prosperity of the corrupt, and the end of modern civilization. He suffered under no delusion that she would come to see reason, but there was always hope, and at least some of her followers might come to see the error of their ways and repent.

    He cursed his impulsiveness in the next few moments. He was spotted by Borin and some other of the nature spirits on patrol with him. Rather than sound the alarm, however, Borin challenged Yurius to single combat to prove his strength and Yurius's weakness. The old Borin would not have made that mistake. Khaline's mind control had ruined a once practical man, turning him from a good soldier into a creature who could not see the consequences of his actions beyond what opportunity they gave him in the moment to demonstrate his power. At this moment, however, Yurius was glad for the opportunity his shortsightedness presented. Rather than deal with an alarm that rallied all the troops in the settlement, he only had to defeat Borin and incapacitate the 30 others in his patrol.

    They were powerful spirits, but they could not match the power of a God. Borin attacked Yurius with a furious series of slashes of his sword. There was no technique to his attack, none of the powerful grace that was signature to his style before, only blind rage, a constant barrage of thrusts and full-bodied swings aiming to take Yurius's head from his shoulders in the most gruesome way possible. Though other spirits were not supposed to interfere, plants grew from the ground, attempting to trip him or hold him long enough for one of Borin's raging blows to connect. Of course. Why should they maintain honor in their current depraved state? Despite this, Yurius managed to dodge and block his former lieutenant until finally all Borin's effort wore him down and he could no longer swing his weapon. Yurius gave him a blow hard enough to knock him out and then moved, swift as a thief in the night, to incapacitate the onlookers one after another. It was not much compared to the larger number Khaline took, but he would take what he could get for now. He thrust them all through the portal and then stepped back through himself.

    Back in the Arbiter's Meadow, Yurius gave the father and daughter food and supplies for a long journey and told them to go Northward to Stonebow or Eastward to Long Tooth or Alfar territory. Both had stringent laws and brutal, but fair penalties for those who broke them at the expense of the weak. The two would be able to make a living there without fear of their goods stolen, their lives threatened, or the girl's honor and dignity violated. Yurius would have liked to give them a portal to their destination, but he was not able to summon one at present. Pistis, a mason, overcome with gratitude, declared that he would go to Stonebow and petition the queen to build a mighty cathedral in Yurius's honor. The two became apologists and clerics for Yurius and would speak, in the following years, to whomever would listen of Yurius's honor and spread word of his righteousness. They set off on their journey.

    Yurius placed Borin and the others back underneath the meadow. He doubled the guard to prevent another escape. He also kept a few spirits with the ability of telepathy so that if Khaline attacked again, he would be notified at once wherever he was and could come without delay. Finally, he resolved to guard the place himself when he was able. When he was not answering prayers, training with the Legions, or seeing to his other duties, he would be on vigilant watch for Khaline to try another stunt.

    As the years went on, Yurius continued to answer prayers. He did not get many similar to Pistis's, but occasionally he would help a refugee to find justice from some oppressor and then leave Smalltooth Village to start a life elsewhere. Each time, he was also able to steal back another group of Feral spirits and place them back in their cells underneath the meadow. All told, he rescued thousands from Khaline's clutches in stealth several at a time, about half of what she managed to take for herself. No doubt his efforts infuriated the upper echelons of Khaline's Disciples, but as long as he could help the people and spirits who counted on him for protection and justice, Yurius did not care.

    The best way to prevent Khaline from springing the spirits again was to finally cure them. In the year 340, Yurius summoned his courage and decided to return to the Witch's Tower. The Alfar had not yet fled the decay that would entrench the area and thrived happily there. They hailed his coming as the return of the “Anguished One” and begged him to grant them once more the “Screams of Release.” There was something not quite right about this group quite aside from their magical origins.

    He hurried past them with a feeling of deep unease and entered the tower. He learned after he left a decade ago that Mamba was already there when he departed. He had since not been able to muster the resolve to come back and face the magic he came to fear so much. Until now. He had to address the problem that Borin and the others presented. If possible, he would also like to make them immune to such mind control in the future as well. No man should have to live in the constant fear that his choices might one day be not his own.

    He stepped into the main lounge in the Tower's upper quarters and hoped dearly he would find Mamba sitting at her mirror...



    Year 350, Witch's Tower



    A massive portal several stories tall and several hundred yards wide opened suddenly some distance from the increasingly decaying Witch's Tower. Yurius had now mastered this ability to the point that he could open portals of any size to any location completely at will. It was quite handy.

    His army marched through, millions of spirits of varying affinities and abilities. He left an elite group of a few thousand of his most powerful troops in the meadow to protect the base camp and ensure Khaline would not attack while his attention was turned (at least not without a good fight), but the majority of his force was present. He stationed them about a mile from the Tower and marched on by himself. The decaying he saw was a portent that the creature he witnessed in the Underworld 20 years ago was preparing, at long last, to strike. If this creature managed to get free and wreak havoc, Yurius had a feeling that everything, the two worlds and all their inhabitants, would die painfully. Whatever quarrels he had with Khaline had to be put aside for the moment to deal with this. If he did not, he did not think that quarrel would matter any longer, for they both would be dead.

    He approached Eliphon and Arzian with Throgmir in hand, placed leisurely over his shoulder. He inclined his head to Eliphon and Arzian in turn “Greetings, Sir Eliphon. And greetings to you as well, good sir whom I have not yet had the pleasure of meeting. I received reports of the decay spreading here and the Alfar people fleeing in terror and rushed here in force, fearing the worst. Do you think the Underworld creature is now ready to make its move? Do you have a plan as to how to defeat it?”

    The General of the Immortal Legions gestured to his army encamped in the trees a mile out. Its full size could not be seen through the trees, but it was an intimidating sight even so.

    “We are at your service. How can we help, gentlemen?”
     
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    340 - Blood, that was what was on Khaline's mind as she flew other the prison, looking at the Spirits that guarded it. They were weak, mind body and soul. She drew her bow and a single arrow, firing it down at the one that took her fancy for dying it first. It was the captain, who had taken to wearing a feather atop his helmet in an attempt to look more elegant, though it did him no good. The tip pierced the top with ease, causing him to fall to the ground. Then came another arrow, this time aiming for another guard and hitting once again. The goddess did not miss, her skill of the hunt transferring well enough. She was flying high, with night cloaking her movements as her bird flapped its wings. The only hint they were even there was the rain of arrows, and the stars disappearing for the briefest of moments as Khavanda's wings blotted them out. After some time, all the guards without a rough over their head were slain, though in some cases, that did not work either, the arrows entering through windows, or down the ladder shafts that were used to mount the walls. Then she leapt.

    The wind rushed by her ears for a moment as she drew her Khopesh's from her waist, while her spear waited at her waist. Her eyes seemed to flare for a moment as arms grey long feathers, extending outwards before she folded them into her torso, speeding up her dive and getting ready. This was what she after. This was the rush the hunt. The feeling of adrenaline pouring through her veins as she eyed a new patrol, before extending her wings. Then, the world slowed down for a moment as her descent did. She was able to take in the camp, and felt a great surge of plans in her mind and felt the horn around her neck. She moved her right hand so that the Khopesh was above one of the guard's heads, before letting go. It would fall faster than she, and serve as a prompt. Then, she took the horn and blew. She would not need to break into the prison, no. Merely a diversion.
    The first guard to be hit had his head and chest split apart, causing the others to look up, then hear the sound of the horn and spot her. There was silence for a moment as his three companions stood in confused silence, before Khaline landed on them, almost literally as a pair of talons extended from her feet and tore into the heads of two of them, and used her other khopesh on the third. There was a strange rumbling from beneath the earth for a moment, before it subsided, and Khaline set to work again, drawing her blade from the wounded spirit.

    With the grace of a dancer and the fury of a wolf she pushed through the spirits, unable to kill them due to their etheral nature, but definitely able to wound. Yet still, she was only to serve as a distraction. Beneath the soil, creatures were moving. Khaline's menagerie involved prey and predator alike, and beneath the surface, the great worm Isixs and the mole Nemnar burrowed through into the prison, allowing those spirits willing to escape, yet not all did, a whisper of their corrupt, civilised selves keeping them in place. It was then Khaline felt something in her skull, a headache, or something akin to it, and her vision seemeed to stutter for a moment. She shook her head. The work was done. She spotted the nearest tree and ran for it, leaping inside.
     
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    237 Khal came to the scene too late, and watched the burnt sigil on the ground.

    "What happened here?" she asked.

    Jorvill, a small Simian child who hid around the area, gave her a detailed account of what he had seen. "Forgive me, great Khal," he said. "I wanted to attack the god," he spat on the ground. "I was just scared."

    "If you attacked the god," she spat. "You would have died as well. The greatest strength in Khaline's world is survival, remember that."

    She walked away, lost in thought. What had happened was a loss of people, both the slain warriors and the father and daughter who Yurius wisked away. She needed all the peopleshe could get if she had a chance to stand against the Longtooth Empire. Is that what Khaline's way meant? A society torn apart from the inside? And yet in the wild world it worked. Khal knew that she would not gain her answers by thinking. She had to see Khaline's world for herself and gain the wisdom she needed.

    240 For seventeen years, Kobalt's forces held against the might of the Longtooth empire. Their warriors were battle learnt from the constant war between them and Ferrous, in comparison to the "green" fighters of the empire. They had the fire of those fighting for their freedom, while Turkdarian's forces were tired, away from home and lacked their opponents conviction. As their struggle continued, the Greenbow forces made new allies, of smaller tribes around them. But as their resistance gained strength, so did Turkdarian's desprarion to crush the rebellion.

    The shift in the war came in 230, when Yurius finally started answering prayers. Greenbow's warriors watched in fear as their enemies displayed feats unheard of before. And soon enough a small battalion of about a thousand warriors of the Immortal Legions, a thousand minor gods with more than a lifetime knowledge of warcraft. Their defences crumbled, and the Empire's forces begam their invasion of the insurgents.

    Even during the invasion, conquest was hard. Kobalt's forces changed tactics, favouring guerrila warfare to face to face confrontations, and dealt the invading forces heavy casualties. They even managed to cripple Goldor, the guardian spirit of the Goldor forest, permanently, causing its trees to appear crooked and twisted.

    Finally, the Longtooth forces reached Greenbow. The long years fighting made the Simians forgo Turkdarian's plan altogether. The massacre of Greenbow was later incorporated into several songs and stories describing the horror. Then Kobal's people prayed for Yurius at last, but it was far too late for them, and they all died at the swords of their enemies.

    245 The night Khaline attacked Yurius's prison her most devoted deciple returned to her tribe. First she wandered around her tribe, looking, until she found what she was looking for. In a small hut, a warrior was cornering a young boy. Khal smiled to herself. The warrior probably thought, like the knights Yurius killed, that strength meant he could do as he pleased to whoever he pleased. That was not Khaline's way, and he was about to be her first example.

    She entered the hut and after a small struggle managed to overpower the warrior. Then she dragged him out to a clearing in the center of the forest, and called to her people. Then she began her speech.

    "I have often wondered, why is it that with all of Khaline's might, our nation is still second best to that of the judgement god," she spat on the ground. "Why is it that so many of our finest brethen are being wisked away by him? And so, for the past eight years I've been travelling the world. And I belive that I found the answer. In my journeys, I came across a pack of wolves, who allowed me in as one of their own. And there I saw behavior that was so unlike what we thought of Khaline that I almost wondered whether they were under the influence of judgement." She spat again. "I saw young and healthy wolves look after the elders, and when one wolf tried to use his strength to dominate a lower member of the pack the leader stepped up and stopped him." She shook her head. "Then I realised. Strength does not only come in the individual, but in the pack as well, mostly there. The emperor of Durbag forest understands it, which is why he crushed the Greenbow rebelion and why the law stands strong there. It is unnatural, and will cause the empire to fall, but it has created the strongest community in Khaline's world."

    "So you will bring law here?" She turned around. The warrior she subdued spat on the ground. "What's it you told us about freedom? About taking what we can?"

    She smiled. "Of course, you are free to attempt to rape that boy." Her face hardened. "But in doing so you have weakened the pack. And so, you no longer have the pack's protection. Is there any objection?" She gave a hard look around. There were mumbles here and there but most of her people stayed quiet. They agrred with her.

    A distant sound was heard, and grew louder every second. Before any of them could react, a giant wolf jumped out of the bushes and onto the warrior, tearing him apart. Khal's people, who otherwise would have killed the wolf instantly kept their distance, though they kept their hands on their weapons. More wolves came, and they began eating the Simian alive. Khal put her hand on the first wolf's head and slowly began stroking its fur.

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    Eliphon nodded to Yurius. "You have done well, bringing your army. We will need them."

    The ground shook even harder, and before their eyes a fissure appeared. A clawed hand reached out and pulled the rest of the body up.

    It was a terrifying creature, a hundred feet long. Its upper body humanoid, though only barely visible so. Its skin was a black, swirling mess. It appeared to suck the life force out of everything around it. Tentacles would appear and then shrink back to the creature's body. Its lower body was that of a serpent with the same texture of its upper body. With one swipe the creature flung one of Yurius's spirits away. Then it turned to Eliphon.

    Eliphon knew the creature. He saw it before, he knew that. He racked his mind and when he finally saw the answer, he screamed out in rage and fear. He raised his staff, and for the next minute, the monster was engulfed in fire so hot, that it melted the earth beneath it.

    When the fire stopped, the creature stood there, but the black mass seemed to have burnt away. Beneath it the upper body was covered with fur, while its lower body with scales. It had the face of a wolf so feral that any being would be driven insane with fear just for looking at it. But for Eliphon that was even more infuriating. He moved up to the monster, forgetting his staff and weave, and straight forward snapped its neck. The great Korombe was slain with a simple twist of Eliphon's hand.

    Meanwhile on Ignus the war between the Yammu and the dragons had been raging for fifty years. It had very few casualties, seeing that the dragons were weary flying above the water and the Yammu could not survive on land.

    Then, the moment Korombe was killed the highest mountain on Ignus erupted, destroying the Interstellar in the process. And through the cloud of ash, the shadow of a monster as large as the mountain itself could be seen.
     
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    Years 340-345

    The second attack on the camp was devastating. Yurius had not been able to conjure a portal in time to intercept Khaline though he knew she was attacking the moment she appeared thanks to his telepathic messengers. Some spirits remained, but many of the ones he'd already liberated during his brief visits to the Smalltooth Settlement were taken back yet again. To this point, he only raided the settlement to take his lost spirits back when someone from within sought escape and prayed to him. With the attack, that changed. Now Yurius would sneak in via portal whenever he was able to do so undetected, incapacitate several nature spirits, and take them back with him to return them to their prison. This constant infiltrating provided a lot of practice and experience in using his portals; by 345, though he could not yet control their size, he had mastered the ability to the point that he could nearly always call a portal at will to wherever he pleased. By the time he sought Mamba in her tower, he had also returned most of the spirits stolen in Khaline's second attack back to their cells, Borin included. About half of the total number of nature spirits still remained in the Smalltooth Settlement. When their free will was returned to them, they would be allowed out of the prison to do as they pleased, whether that was to return to Khaline or remain with him. As it was, they were unnaturally violent and malevolent, had no choice but to do Khaline's bidding, whatever it was, and thus too dangerous to remain free. If only he could get the Witch Goddess to return them to their natural-born senses...

    Meanwhile, Turkdarian, his army having just destroyed the Greenbow Jungle nation utterly for their insurgency, set his sights on Khal and the Smalltooth. He surrounded the city with his army and sent a messenger bearing a white flag indicating a desire for parley to the gates bearing a request for Khal to meet with him personally in a tent halfway between the city and where his army was currently stationed, neutral ground. The heads of Kobalt and his family stood outside the tent in which they were to negotiate mounted on pikes, a reminder to any who saw them what would happen if the Empire was not obeyed. He would give her his demands for fealty and taxes and offer his support in growing her fledgling nation in return. If she accepted, the Empire would have a strong new vassal on which it could rely. If not, he would allow her to return to the city and then begin to besiege its walls. He would starve them of trade and hunt until they capitulated, all the while bombarding their homes with catapult fire from afar. Not even a mouse would be able to get in or out of the city as long as his army was stationed there.

    350, Witch's Tower

    Yurius looked at the smoking corpse of the Korombe. He was somewhat confused.

    "This is not the creature we encountered in the Underworld, is it? That was far too easy. I fear something more sinister lies in wait for us..."
     
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    Humans in tribes and armies such as the Immortal Legions. Monsters and spirits finding shelter in the depths of Rephlon. Ignus erupting into chaos. Gods springing forth from the darkest corners of the underworld. The universe her...sister created was going to look like the underworld soon enough! Wysdom could accept the change and then adapt to it, or she could move on. She decided she would attempt to accept this change and begin to dispel the darkness. But one thing she could not fathom is why this was happening. The interstellar broke, and the worlds were failing. The gods had to come together to stop this new threat. Of course humans could be of aid, but more gods were needed and a space for the gods were needed. She would tend to this later.

    She rose into a sitting position and caught something before it clattered to the floor. It was the silver coin from Azrian, to Realiti. Realiti had a plan for this, one that actually helped Wysdom. So she tucked the coin safely within her robes and stood from the sitting position she was in on the bed inside of Eliphons tower. Stepping lightly out the window, she fell feet first to the ground far below and cracked the land with her landing. With a fury in her eyes, she remembered how the new god had deemed himself the king and court of her world. Technically it wasnt hers, it was Realiti's, but it was close enough she thought with a huff. So she soared away from the tower, soaring on the winds, and soaring on the thoughts of people until she arrived at the village of the Smalltooth tribe.

    She staged as a peasant girl, humbly walking the streets, occasionally striking elderly men or women, sometimes small children, and one middle age female. Once they were struck with the magic Wysdom cast upon them, she enchanted them to come to her, all of them, in an abandoned part of the tribes land. Once the total 33 men and woman arrived, she threw tounges of flame upon them. But this fire did not hurt, it was bright purple and it simply surrounded these people before sinking into the skins of the victims. Their eyes briefly glowed blue and red, before turning back to their normal shades. "My children, spread throughout this world and bring enlightenment to the humans of Rephlon. For you can see the disasters to come, you can see the path to greatness. Go now my Oracles, and share your visions." And so, these new Oracles spread throughout Rephlon, some staying in Smalltooth and others going to other tribes, At least one oracle was in every tribe. They sometimes charged for their services, or had temples erected for their work. Some went insane, but in the end almost all of them shared their information freely or upon receiving payment.
     
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    Arzian glanced around, having not acted in the fight due to wanting to avoid getting in Eliphon's way. He would glance at the trident repeatedly, wanting to stay as far away from it as possible. When he saw the fire, there was a flash of something in his eyes. Fear. Then, the creature and the flames were gone, leaving just the three of them. He then turned to Yurius. "I already know who you are." He stated a neutral look on his face, before he gave his own name. "Arzian, Bearer of Knowledge, Madness, and carried by a gentle afternoon breeze. And I assure you, the larger one is coming soon. It will be rather angry you killed it's child as well."
     
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    163 Tesni considered Yurius's offer carefully. She liked the god's ideas, and his gifts were generous. And, as an added bonus, his armies would be a great help given the time. She had an excited notion that war was about to break out. She had never been to war, but the idea sure excited her. On the other hand, Yurius spoke of taking some of her dragons away from her. That she couldn't take.

    "Dear god," she said. "I will gladly make weapons for you, in exchange for more resources from Rephlon, and an allignment in future conflicts. But I cannot ask my dragons to part from this world. Forgive me."

    300
    Marama considered Gulp's words. He was right, and yet it maddened them that these, sardines, made Tesni hate them. With a cry of anger, a waterspout formed above them, and Marama shot to the sky. Higher and higher they flew, until finaly they landed on the moon. Marama's leaving was followed by cries of anguish by the Yammu, though they soonfogot about them in preperation of the war.

    As the first notes of music sounded through Ignus, Tesni felt part of her anger subside. She was still not going to talk to Marama, but now she no longer possesed the urge to boil the oceans and every creature inside.

    "Thank you," she said to Ignus. "Your creation is marvelous."

    Ignus, overjoyed, swore to herself that from that day on, she will no longer create weapons, but more artifacts like her chimes, creations of art.

    350
    Eliphon looked at Yurius. "No, it is not," he said. "I need to check my Atlas." He disappeared to his tower.

    Tesni had enough. The war between the Yammu and her dragons has been raging for fifty years, and despite the few casualties, it was enough to enrage her. It was time to cash in her alliance.

    As she neared the Interstellar, she realised that something is not right. That mountain was supposed to remain dormant. She ordered so herself. As she went closer, she caught glimpse of the creature, and her blood ran cold. She drew both her swords, and gave a scream of fury. Every mountain in a five mile radius erupted. Meerac glowed brighter than ever. The goddess charged.

    Marama, despite their anger, watched their sister carefully, hoping that some day, she will forgive them. They watched in fear how the goddess was about to take that monster on. They grabbed onto the chain connecting the moon to Rephlon, the chain only they, and possibly Arzian, could see, and slid down.

    They ran to the other gods. "You need to go to Ignus now," they shouted, almost hysterically. "The Interstellar has been destroyed, and Tesni is battling... some monster."
     
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    "Tesni, Marama, and Ignus are on the planet Ignus.
    Yurius, Arzian, and Eliphon are outside La Mambas tower while she currently is still in her underworld tower. Khaline and Rephlon are still in Rephlon, Wysdom is by the book of knowledge, having returned from the tribe home of the Simaians. Realitì is currently not existing."
    Said the talking book Wysdom had found inside Azrians temple. It took her several hours to figure out what it could do, however. But she soon found out it could give any piece of information to the asker, as long as that information had already been discovered. Wysdom knew this because she had tried asking questions like, "What happened to the Interstellar," or "What was attacking the gods?" But alas, this information was unanswered. Yet the location of the gods was known! So Wysdom asked the booked and it had answered.

    Previously

    Wysdom had left the Simian tribe after making some of them Oracles. They would suffice until better hosts of the Oracle power came into the world. But from the Simian tribe, Wysdom flew over one of the three Great Plains of Rephlon. She decided she would go back to Eliphons tower and await his return. Yet, all thoughts of the tower cleared from her mind when she spotted the large stone structure sitting calmly in the plains. The building was out of place, and radiated the feeling of something that shouldn't be there. So naturally she immediately flew down to the entrance.

    It was such as a grand palace, with winding stairs and twisting rooms, tall oak doors and sunny windows. It would have been the beautiful home if there had not been samples of leaves, trees, plants, animals and beings. She saw the head of a Simian, the pelt of a lynx, and a blue jay feather all encased in glass with a small booklet by the displays. The booklets explained everything that was ever known about the displays, even though the place seemed not to be touched for hundreds of years. She even found a rather large room with detailed drawings of each of the gods. Wysdom read her booklet, and was surprised how detailed it was. Everything about her was right here, some things even she didn't know!

    As Wysdom explored the temple, she kept finding her way back to the main hallway where a large book sat on a pedestal. What was its use? She intended to find out. After all, she had a temple of knowledge to help her.

    Present

    Wysdom had the location of every god and goddess in existing form. What good would this do? She had no clue. She needed a plan. She knew something was wrong, on Ignus and on Rephlon. Who could she go to? Since she couldn't make it to Ignus, and since she never met the Ignus gods, she was forced to try and go to the Witch's tower. "Book." She barked, "Is there anything in here that can get me to the tower of La Mamba quickly?" "Inside the room of the gods, you will find booklets with the information of each god inside. Next to these booklets there should be a rather small pendant. Each god or goddess has a pendant with a different stone. You may access any gods power for a short time, while holding the pendant. You may use it for 8 hours inside the temple, and only for 1 hour outside of the temple. According to my sources the god Yurius has the power of teleportation. If you choose to use this power, you will only be able to use this ability as well as Yurius himself can use it." Droned the book in an increasingly bored tone.

    So Wysdom flew around the temple until she found the room she had been in, the ones with weavings and drawings of all the gods. For the first time she saw the small pendants, her was jade, Realitì was ruby, Azrians stone was obsidian, what else could Eliphons stone be but gold? Tesni had a shard of amber for her stone, sapphire for Marma, quartz for both Ignus and Rephlon, and hardened volcanic rock for La Mamba. However, she was only focused on Yurius stone, an emerald. Each stone was encased in a small silver frame, which felt warm in Wysdom hand. Nevertheless, she quickly managed to open a portal with Yuri's stone and stepped through to find herself outside of the witches tower.
     
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    Year 163: Yurius considered the counteroffer and decided to try and convince her to meet him in the middle. Instead of requiring a specific number of dragons, he would simply ask for permission to seek volunteers among the most willing of the dragons to travel the world and meet with the Simians where they lived.

    “I am overjoyed at your acceptance. This will be for the best of not only the two of us, but more importantly the growing races that we shepherd. As for immigration and cultural exchange, I would like to try and convince you to reconsider. I will not ask that you force any dragons to leave against their will. I simply ask that you allow me to put my offer of cultural exchange to the dragons directly and allow them to make the choice for themselves whether they would like to travel or not.”

    He pointed to two of the Simians, a male and a female, in the line holding furs and woods from Rephlon. “These Simians are called Ulixe of the Hawkeye Tribe and Kattrina of the Long Tooth Tribe. They came on this perilous journey with me not because I ordered them to, but because each had a burning desire to see the world into which they were born and volunteered when I made known my desire for escorts. Should this trade negotiation go well, they will be in charge of interacting with the dragons and hauling goods back and forth through the portal, allowing them adventures beyond count and lives of deep meaning and satisfaction. Some people, regardless of race or species, are satisfied to live the simple lives into which they were born. Others, however, like Ulixe and Kattrina, are born carrying within them the spark of the adventurer. They cannot be satisfied living the lives of the other Forest Simians. I would wager, Lady Tesni, that there are those like them among the Dragons, wayward souls who feel the lack of meaning in their current, stationary lives, whose souls call out to the world around them, hoping to travel and interact with new challenges and new species in other areas of this vast universe we all inhabit. If you wold refuse that desire completely, they would live lives of no purpose. We would not come to know of the epic stories their adventures would come to and not only would they die unfulfilled, we would all be the worse off for not having known of them. For their benefit as well as the whole of both of our patron species, which would benefit from the teachings of their respective counterpart, I ask that you allow them to travel to meet and live among the Simians of Rephlon if that is their desire.”

    Yurius let the dramatic silence sit for a moment between the two as Tesni seemed to consider his words. Then he went on:

    “Of course, should no Dragons accept this offer, none will be required to make the journey. Whether there are any Dragon volunteers or not, I ask that you make a place for the Simians who come here to live among them so that the Dragons and Simians can learn from one another even if there is no Dragon migration. I feel that extensive interaction is absolutely necessary if these races are both to reach their highest potential. Dragons can teach their excellent mining and craftsmanship skills to the Simians as well as all the other skills and knowledge they have, and all the while can learn from the Simians' martial skill at warfare and tactics, their oratory capabilities, their hunting and gathering, their archery and bow-making skills, the art of making clothing and protective coverings from the skins of animals and weaves of fabrics, and of course their principles of governing and lawmaking, all things at which they excel.”

    “Should you agree, you need not lift a finger. I will take charge of finding those among the dragons willing to go myself. I will have some of my companions in the Immortal Legions pass from settlement to settlement with the word of the offer and they will bring those Dragons who accept back with them to the interstellar portal. After two months' time of gathering volunteers, we will return to Rephlon together. How does this sound, Milady?”



    Year 350, Witch's Tower:

    Newcomers were appearing rapidly and without warning. Through a portal startlingly similar to one of Yurius's own, a woman suddenly appeared on the scene. Yurius was shocked to realize he recognized this woman. It was the girl who tried to attack him on the road to Stonebow. How could she create portals just like his own? Did she go through the same horrendous tortures that he had endured for twenty years? He shuddered to think of it. He could not tell if she meant him any harm at just this moment, but it would be just their luck if she wanted to make trouble right as the biggest threat any of them had ever faced was rearing its head. Yurius would be on his guard for now, but, as at their last meeting, he would not attack her unless she attacked first. He dearly hoped she did not, for any squabbles they got into now would likely cost Tesni her life.

    Moments earlier, the divine entity of the moon descended and warned that a massive creature destroyed the interstellar portal and Tesni was currently trying to fight it off. He was deeply worried. She held up her end of their bargain all those years ago impeccably, her work at the forge was without equal, barring perhaps Ignus (whether she believed it or not), and he had grown to respect her a great deal as a fellow god. When Marama informed him, therefore, that she was in trouble, he found himself very worried for her safety and decided to act right away. No doubt she could fight admirably for a time against whatever she was fighting, but, given the noticeable mark of fear in Marama's voice, she would certainly need reinforcements, and soon.

    He quickly inclined his head in greeting to both newcomers.

    “I am going to go help Tesni against her opponent. I do not want all of you to come, however. Someone should wait here for Eliphon to return, as he will no doubt have new information of great import to relay about the threat we face; furthermore, if this attack on the interstellar is just another distraction, as the Korombe was here, focusing all our attack power on one target could allow the real threat to cause massive damage elsewhere while we are not looking.” He looked to Wysdom “Since you can evidently create portals as I can, I suggest you wait here with Arzian and, if Eliphon returns with new information, you can both work together to come up with a strategy and move everyone very quickly wherever they might need to go. I will leave the majority of my armed forces here under the command of my Lieutenant, Zokmod. Please work together with him in coming up with a strategy and move my armed forces wherever they need to go. I, meanwhile, will go to Ignus with a regiment of Rock Spirits and help Tesni deal with the monster there. Marama, I ask that you join me. We will save your...sister?...together.”

    In a hurry as he was, Yurius did not wait to see if there were any objections or whether Marama actually followed him. He returned to Zokmod, camped with his soldiers, to relay his orders. “Work with these gods, old friend, but use your best judgment. If they try and use the Legions improperly or usurp them for their own ends, I trust you to lead the men away from their machinations.” Zokmod nodded curtly and Yurius shouted to his men.
    “33rd Earth Spirit regiment! To me! We move! Everyone else, wait for further orders! Zokmod has command!”

    Just then, 500 hulking creatures made of brown and black rock rumbled their way forward through the crowd. They were the size of large trees and made entirely out of the earth that formed Ignus. They looked like stone sculptures crafted by the finest of artists, but they moved and acted as living beings. They stood at attention in front of Yurius and saluted, a fist to their chests. Yurius returned the salute and made a portal big enough for all of them to march through leading to where the interstellar had been at the top of the tallest mountain in Ignus. He stepped out onto a large outcrop of rock jutting out from another mountain not far from the action. It was large enough to hold Yurius and his entire escort. About a mile away, where the Interstellar once stood, the battle commenced. What he saw there was a massive creature, easily the size of a mountain, obscured by smoke and volcanic ash, fighting with Tesni. She was holding her own for now, but she'd tire eventually. Shrouded as the creature was in the volcanic eruption, Yurius could not recognize if the creature was the same one they encountered in the Underworld 20 years ago. As soon as the entire spirit regiment was through the portal, Yurius acted.

    “Tesni!” he called, “Step back! Disengage! Reinforcements are here!”

    He then shouted an order at the rock troops arranged in neat lines behind him. “Maneuver Omega! BEGIN!” Suddenly the creatures moved their arms in the air and there was a growing rumbling beneath their feet. Where the monstrously large creature stood, a circular wall of rock emerged around it, separating it from Tesni. The wall grew and grew and grew until the creature was obscured completely. Yurius warped himself to the top of the tall, circular wall so he could see what was happening inside. He looked down through the hole in the top and saw the creature was completely trapped on all sides by the rock wall. It looked around it for a moment, puzzled at the sudden change in its surroundings. It immediately tried to climb out and reach the exit at the top, but the wall was smooth and left it no way to gain purchase and climb, so it simply slid right back down. Trapped as it was, it was in a perfect position for what Yurius planned next. Before the beast decided to try breaking the wall down through sheer force, he needed to act. He summoned a massive portal, vertically oriented right above the hole at the top of the creature's prison.

    Molten hot lava poured out.

    The portal was connected to the interior of another volcano elsewhere on Ignus. The lava covered the creature and it screamed in panic and pain. The circular enclosure created by the Earth Spirits rapidly filled with lava and the creature again desperately attempted to scramble up the wall to escape the lava bath, but once again to no avail. It slipped right back down into the lava and screamed in fury anew as its skin was boiled on contact. Yurius maintained the portal and in a matter of minutes the lava traveled up the circular enclosure until it was waist deep on the monster. It tried to swat at Yurius at the top, thinking he might be the source of its pain, but it could not reach him. Higher and higher the lava traveled until it completely covered the creature's head and then, eventually, reached the top of the enclosure and started to overflow down the sides. Yurius warped himself back to the outcrop where he and his soldiers first arrived. He closed the portal and then opened another of the same size in the same location. This one was linked to the largest waterfall on Rephlon. The cool water poured on top of the lava and a massive amount of steam exploded outward as the water nearly instantly evaporated as soon as it touched the lava. The waterfall continued to deluge the lava and, as soon as the steam cleared, it became clear what happened.

    Atop the tallest mountain on Ignus where once the Interstellar portal stood, now there was a massive, mountain sized dome of black igneous rock where the lava had cooled and hardened thanks to the massive influx of cold water. There was no more hole in the top. The creature, if it was even still alive and functional after a bath in lava of 1,200 degrees Celsius, was now crushed under the pressure of several tons of igneous rock. Even if it was alive and even if it recovered from its burns with time, it would not be able to move under all that pressure and it would consequently take the thing ages to breach its tomb of rock and stone, if ever. Yurius turned to his men.

    “Excellent work, soldiers! You do the Immortal Legions proud!” Then he teleported to where Tesni stood and addressed her. “I am very glad we made it in time. You were fighting spectacularly, but I hope you don't mind that we cut in on your fun. Tell me, are you injured? We should see to any wounds and then return to Rephlon where the other gods are gathered to deal with the emerging Underworld threat. We won this battle, but I suspect this will not be the last trial we face before the war is over.”
     
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    Arzian tilted his head to one side, looking to Yurius as he left and shaking his head. This was so very chaotic. So many of them scattering about like insects, dashing back and forth. Unlike the others, he did not have anything to defend, or nothing he cared about at least, so he simply started to pace slightly before sighing. "Are we reallly going to ignore the fact that if Eliphon gets close enough with the trident, he could age the beast into naught but dust?" He asked, before continuing to walk. "Or Khaline could perhaps give it the nature of a particularly docile gunia pig." He scowled. He found this new god brash and not rather insightful. The same thoughts he had about Khaline and most of the other gods in fact. "We are gods, we have control over so much, yet you do not apply it with thought."
     
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    350 La Mambas Tower

    Wysdom cast a dark glance towards Yurius. Dangerously arrogant, dangerously incapable. As he walked away she turned towards Azrian. "If we scatter our forces we may spread too thin, and a thin piece of parchment is easier to get through than a thicker one."


    "Are we reallly going to ignore the fact that if Eliphon gets close enough with the trident, he could age the beast into naught but dust?" He asked, before continuing to walk. "Or Khaline could perhaps give it the nature of a particularly docile gunia pig." He scowled. He found this new god brash and not rather insightful. The same thoughts he had about Khaline and most of the other gods in fact. "We are gods, we have control over so much, yet you do not apply it with thought."

    "Where is Eliphon anyways?" Wysdom asked the god of knowledge, while clasping her hands behind her back and walking alongside him. She paused. "Does Khaline really have the power to change the nature of creatures?"
     
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    The dragon declined Yurius's offer woth aloof arrogance. What could they possibly learn, they asked, from creatures as weak and insignificant as the Simians? What Yurius did not know, however, was that the dragons' pride actually concealed a deep fear of Rephlon, or, to be specific, the dragon Goria and her son Korombe. The pair would travel the Interstellar from time to time, and would wreck havoc in their wake, bullying their weaker cousins.

    Ulixe of the Hawkeye Tribe and Kattrina of the Long Tooth Tribe found life on Ignus to be much rougher than they anticipated. Plant were rare on the planet's harsh lands, and animals even rarer. Unlike the dragons, they couldn't feed off the molten rock of Ignus's many mountains, and so they were forced to live off the ocean. And as they soon realised, fishing in Ignus's seas was no easy task, as the Yammu were dreadfully jealous of their game. In the end, the pair made a pact with the Yammu, where they'd sell the sharkmen weapons in for supplies of fish and seaweed. Soon more Simian arrived on Ignus, and by the year 350 a small tribe of them was already formed on the planet, the Hot Mine tribe. These Simians had rather short lives, and were smaller than their cousins on the forest planet. But they were happy with their lot, for the most part. They had a peaceful pact with the Yammu, and were ignored by both the dragons, and the planet's gods.

    350
    Eliphon stared at his Atlas frantically, and what he saw filled him with fear. The worlds' map was normal; Yurius was crossing over with a part of his army, Wysdom was in Arzian's palace, Mul'amon, Marama and Arzian were outside Mamba's tower. Ignus, on the other hand, was frightening. Where the Interstellar was supposed to be, was a gaping hole in his map. Eliphon shook his head. This was not a good sign.

    "Where is Eliphon anyways?"


    "Right here," he said, sa he appeared right behind her.

    "Listen," he said. "There is a battle on Ignus, one that I believe could mean the end to us all. I need the help of all of you."

    Marama nodded. They was burning to fight what has endangered their sister.

    Eliphon then walked over to Arzian, and handed him his Atlas. He pointed at the hole in the map. "This is where the battle is raging. See what you can make of this."

    He turned and raised his hand. A bright flame appeared above it, which materialised to a bird, the size of a bald eagle. Its feathers where red with orange tips, and its eyes the colours of sand. This was the pheonix. It quickly took to the sky and flew over to the horizon. Then Eliphon disappeared, and reappeared on Ignus. Marama followed through the portal.

    Tesni charged the creature, and sliced it with both her swords. It growled in pain and lunged at her, but she easily sidestepped it. She raised her foot and stomped hard, creating a fissure wide enough for the monster's foot to slide down it. Then she jumped into the air, and was about to slice at the creature's head, when a stray tentacle slammed into her. She flew backwards a mile, and landed hard on the ground.

    She got up heavily, only to find that an army was doing her job for her. By the time Eliphon and Marama appeared, the monster was already encased in a dome as large as the mountain it was on. Tesni let out a sigh of relief.

    For an hour, nothing happened. Then a crack appeared on the dome. Suddenly, a tentacle smashed through the dome, and wrapped arpund one of the earth spirits, dragging it inside. Crack began crawling down the mountain itself, and once they reached the bottom of the mountain, it exploded outwards.

    Lava and pices of rock flew everywhere, in a ten mile radius, not skipping on any of the gods in its path. Eliphon raised his staff and turned a river of lave to stone seconds before it swept over him, and Tesni slice a rock the size of a small hillthat was about to crush Marama.

    Once the dust cleared, the creature was finally visible. It was slightly larger now, bigger than what was the tallest mountain in both worlds. It had six legs, four beastly and two which resembled a bird's talons. Its head wasike no animal that had ever walked the earth, skin stretched tight over what resembled a horse skull. And inside its mouth was a second, snake head, like some sort of twisted tongue. But the most horrible thing about the creature was its skin. It was black, and under close inspection was seen to be made of millions of shades, all sewn together, all with blank expressions on their faces. Its skin bobbed and weaved, as shades went over and under each other, in what seemed to be a desperate attempt to escape their prison. And on the creature's chest, the recently snatched earth spirit was clearly visible, as it almost bulged out of the creature's body. Every so often, a tentacle made of these shades would burst out of the monster's body, and return again.

    Eliphon's pheonix soon found Khaline, Rephlon and Mamba. To each one he dropped a note written by its master, telling them of what was going on and the urgency of the matter.
     
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    Year 350, Witch's Tower:

    "Ma'am," Zokmod said to Wysdom, "I believe we could use a portal large enough to move this army through leading to where the interstellar portal was on Ignus. I believe that is where Eliphon is going." Zokmod commanded the troops to be ready to march. All of the hundreds of thousands of troops, moving with military efficiency and lightning quickness, were quickly in formation and ready to move.

    "At your ready, Lady Wysdom."

    Meanwhile, on the battlefield on Planet Ignus:

    Yurius saw the incoming tentacle snatch the wayward earth spirit who happened to be out of formation at the wrong time. He quickly created a portal underneath all five hundred of the spirits that led to a spot nearby out of the creature's reach and they all fell through before the creature could snatch any more of them. They ended up just in front of where all the gods were standing, between the creature and the gods. Next, the mountain exploded and a cascade of boulders and lava came rushing at the group all at once. "Shields!" yelled Yurius with a voice of command. As one, all the spirits raised their shields and stood close enough to create a wall. Rocks and boulders bounced off of the shields, leaving the spirits and gods behind the shield wall unharmed. From beneath his own shield, Yurius next yelled, "Create a raised platform! The lava cannot defy gravity!" The spirits obeyed, and suddenly all the gods and spirits present were carried upward by a rising plateau of ground. The lava rushed past the impromptu platform, leaving the people standing on top of it unharmed, for now. One crisis averted. On to the next.

    "We need a plan!" he shouted to Eliphon, Marama, and Tesni. "It seems all those spirits that comprise its body want to escape. Can we figure out what tethers them to the creature? If we can sever the link between it and the shades, they will depart at once and it might weaken him!"
     
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    After understanding what was happening on Ignus, what in Mambas name Eliphon were doing, and what Zokmod was asking, Wysdom started to open portals. Strategically throughout the army portals opened and the army moved though. In minutes, they would be on Ignus. With a nod towards Azrian, Wysdom took Zokmods hand.

    The army stood still and quiet. Wysdom took a breath. "Let's go!" She called to the army, launching herself through the portal. She used the stone from Azrians temple, her time running out. She turned the stone into a copy of the hammer Yurius carried, and as the army filed onto Ignus she flew through the battlefield, into the air, and with new speed and strength stuck the monsters head.
     
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    As the creature forced its way into the mortal world, so to did its knowledge of itself, meaning that it would appear within Arzian's tome, and so, the god gave a broad gesture and conjured his tome before him, flicking it open. Anything that creature knew was to be found within a set of pages, the ink on them spreading around and forming the letter and symbols that all could read, but only Arzian was truly immune o the maddening effects of. Once he had read all of the text, he changed forms, and gave a flap of his dark, skeletal wings, setting about moving between the worlds.

    It would take him some time to cross, however, as he moved, he started to observe the creature, eying it from the great distance and examining it for any weaknesses that it was not aware of itself, and any ways that he or the others might exploit.
     
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    The spirits' shields protected them and the gods behind from the worst of the explosion, but at a terrible cost. Despite the shields two hundred and seventeen spirits were buried beneath the tons of rock and lava, ninety pf which were damaged beypnd repair. Ninety mountains all across Ignus sank to the ground.

    "I can try," Eliphon said in response to Yurius's question. "But my domain is antropy and decay. I do not command the dead. None of us do, and that is one of the reasons this has happened."

    Just then a portal opened, and the entire Immaortal Legions army came out of it. As Wysdom flew towards the creature, Zokomod ran to Yurius's side and satluted.

    "The Immortal legions are at your command my lord," he said. "What is your command?"

    Wysdom's blow sent the creature flying five miles back. It landed hard with a cry of pain. Then it got up, and closed back the distance in a minute.

    "Do you really believe that you have the power to defeat me, Wysdom?" its voice sounded like a million tortured souls, speaking at once. "How about we finish what we started."

    Fifty tentacles shot from the creature's neck and races towards Wysdom. But before they could connect, they were severed by Tesni's sword. The monster growled with pain, and before she could react, he grabbed her with his foreclaw, and began to crush the goddess.

    "Leave my sister alone," Marama shrieked. Their whip wound around the creature's neck, and they pulled back, holding it with all their strength.

    "Now. Strike." they growled through clenched teeth.

    Eliphon rose in the air and pointed his staff at the creature. Where were Khaline and Mamba? He was certain his pheonix already reached them. They needed all the help they could get.

    Words formed on Arzian's book, yet then they changed. It seemed like the book itself could not get a clear understanding of the creature's nature. And it was scared. It didn't want to be set on fire again.

    What Arzian managed to make out of the book's mumbling was that this was a creature outside of reality. The souls that made its skin seemed to be the intermediary between it and the reality around it. As time progressed however, three sylables seemed to stick out in the book's flabergasted attempts to define the being's true nature. Ob. Liv. On.
     
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    The voice rang around Wysdom like thunder before lightning. And she didn't like it. This monster had easily recovered from a blow hard enough to fallen a god! To make matters worse, it was killing another god. Reading back with her hammer she prepared to smash it into its skull in hopes of a release. As she was swinging, she attempted to enter its mind and lower its defenses. This was a mistake however, for looking into his mind was like staring into a black hole, sucking all life, light, and love.

    The hammer slipped from her hands mid-swing and fell to the ground. Clutching her head, she too collapsed. As the hammer changed back to pendant form and then presumably teleported back to Azrians temple, her powers magnified from her brush with the monster. Everything present, the monster, the gods, the Immortal Legion's felt the tremor from Wysdoms power. At the same moment, everyone's mind opened to Wysdom. Above all the petty thoughts of the Immortal Legions, (We're going to die; Help us; Yurius will save us;) the gods thoughts were open. (Ob. Lives. On?; Mamba and Khaline should be here; The Legions!;) But above all that, the monsters mind roared in her head. All the thoughts, words, feelings and powers swarmed around Wysdom creating a small supernova bubble, that occasionally sparked. Some poor Immortal Legionaries got hit with the sparks and were immediately vaporized.

    That's when Wysdom blacked out.






    "Hello Wysdom." Said an unseen voice. Wysdom blinked open her eyes to find herself bouncing along a dirt road, in the back of a cart pulled by a horse. Manning the horse obviously was a human! But how? Humans didn't exist on Rephlon. But then again, this wasn't Rephlon. It was similar, but the forest on either side of them were too pure, the sky too blue. Racing along the sky were fluffy white shapes. A Simian there, a horse there. Where was she?
    Then Wysdom saw who had spoken, who was sitting opposite of her in the bouncing cart.

    "Realitì. Where are we?" Wysdom glanced worriedly around. A small brown, big eared creature hopped across the ground just feet away.

    "Earth. When I was in control weren't you here?"

    "I was in your head, Realitì. Its almost empty in there."

    "You have more advanced mental powers, surely you would be able to manipulate your surroundings!?"

    The world stemmed to flicker and behind this glamour she saw a dark place filled with flicking and flashing words. Her mind, Wysdom realized.

    "I think I understand. Where are we again? I mean, not my head, where is our surroundings?" Wysdom asked.

    "Earth, but that's not important." Realitì blinked and smiled at her.

    "Then what is? Why am I here?" Wysdom let a touch of anger into her voice.

    "Your here because I called you. You were going to die Wysdom. If you look at a star long enough, its going to hurt your eyes eventually. And your death isn't something I am hoping for."

    "Speak for yourself."

    "I can return you when you want Wysdom. I've closed the minds for you, they wont bother you anymore. Just dont look into his head, or it will happen again."

    Wysdom was quiet for a minute or two, listening to the chirping songs of the winged creatures and the bump bump of the cart. "You go." She whispered. "Eliphon is waiting for you, and you would be more use. By far your the most powerful."


    "That isn't true, if the gods were to battle (Future arc anyone!) I would probably go down in the first minutes. And why would you want me to go? You dont care about Eliphon." Realitì softly asked.

    "You do!" Wysdom pointed out. "Plus, unlike Eliphon I dont have enough time. You obviously are happy Hhere, endlessly traveling to nowhere and you seem at peace."

    "I have had time to come to peace with my demons, and I have had time to dance with my dreams. If you do that, you can be at peace to Wysdom."

    In response, Wysdom threw her out of the cart and into the world.
     
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    As the monster was battling with Wysdom and Marama fought for Tesni's life, Yurius was giving commands to his men. He wanted to revisit the idea of severing the spirits from the monster in order to weaken it later, but with Tesni captured, the priority for now became freeing her before she was consumed. Yurius briefly glimpsed the tortured visage of the unfortunate earth spirit stuck in the creature's chest, its face like that of a perfectly carved marble statue depicting a visage of horrific pain and despair. The creature gained its power from the consumed souls of others, it seemed, so who knew what would happen if it consumed a God of Tesni's power? Would they even have a chance then? Best to free Tesni as soon as possible so as not to find out.

    While Marama struggled to get their whip around the creature's neck to create an opening, Yurius and Zokmod consulted and came up with a plan to utilize the Legions. It was a bold strategy, and quite risky. The men would need time to get into position so they could execute it. Yurius decided he would have to provide a distraction so the beast could not hinder them while they prepared. He summoned a very small group of Rephlonian Lightning Spirits to him. The other several hundred thousand went with Zokmod to prepare for their strike.

    “Now! Strike!” called Marama, who'd finally managed to get their whip around the thing's head. The beast still held Tesni, but it was arched backward and, for the moment, unable to defend itself from attack. It was a perfect opening. He would create his distraction for the army's maneuver and hopefully free Tesni all in one move. He remembered Wysdom's sudden appearance through a portal and how she landed a blow with her Throgmir lookalike right as she fell through, before she even hit the ground. Using falling momentum to increase the force of her blow...smart idea, he thought. Let's see if I can do something similar. Yurius instructed the 30 Lightning Spirits who stood at attention what to do and created a portal in the ground. He jumped straight through.

    The portal was connected to exactly the spot where the creature was tied down by Marama's efforts, but at a higher elevation; much higher, in fact. He actually fell through right inside the planet's gravitational orbit. Any higher, and he would simply have floated into space. As it was, he began to fall as if he were a shooting star aimed right at the creature's head. As he fell, he built up a great deal of kinetic energy. He raised his hammer high, ready to strike a falling blow right on the creature's head. He made sure to align himself carefully as he fell so he did not miss. The creature itself could not move as long as Marama held it. All he had to do was not miss.

    As he was falling, the lightning spirits on the ground, wispy forms of green plasma-like energy that sparked and crackled, began to glow brighter. Dark storm clouds formed and thunder and lightning boomed in the distance. It was relatively quiet at first, but as the spirits' power increased and their aim improved, the boom of the thunder grew louder and louder and the flash of the lighting brighter and brighter. Suddenly, it began to smash down on the battlefield nearby. It did not hit anyone, but every time it hit the ground, a spray of rock and debris went flying in a massive explosion accompanied by the deafening boom of the thunder.

    As the flashing and booming reached its apex, Yurius's reached his final descent. He was only a few stories from the creature. His alignment was perfect. Just a few more seconds...

    Now, as one, all the lightning spirits directed their power at Yurius's hammer as he held it high above him in preparation to strike. The lightning that had been tearing up the battlefield redirected and one massive, furious arc of lightning struck the God of Justice. He could feel the thrum of the current rushing through his body as it traveled down Throgmir's handle. Directed carefully by the spirits on the ground, the electricity posed no threat to Yurius. He was simply holding onto it for a few seconds.

    Seconds after the lightning struck, Yurius's body landed atop the creature with astounding force, like a humanoid cannonball fallen from the heavens. The hammer blow landed right between the creature's eyes, the full weight and augmented strength of Yurius and the full momentum of his fall behind it, and the electricity that struck Yurius now moved on to its true target. The might of the hammer blow combined with the force of 30,000 amps of electricity was awe-inspiring. The creature's horse shaped snout, which once stuck out like a nail, disappeared with the blow of the hammer, leaving its face and head a ruinous mess. The tectonic plates of the planet shook and grumbled beneath the force of the mighty blow and a massive earthquake rocked the mountain they all stood upon. Nearby volcanoes began to erupt once more, showering the regions below the mountains with yet more rock and lava. The mountainous ground beneath the creature's feet gave way, forming a massive crater as if a meteor had struck and sinking everyone nearby into it along with the beast itself. The whole planet seemed to cry out from the sheer strength of Yurius's attack.

    The electricity sizzled the creature's flesh as it was conducted from one shade to another all along its body. The pitiful spirits wailed in pain from the current moving through them even as their master did the same from the blow to its head. Suddenly unable to control its limbs because of the electricity coursing through the shades, the monster's arms and legs spasmed violently and Tesni was hurled away by a hand convulsing from the shock, no longer under the control of its owner. Even Marama felt a small shock as the electricity traveled down their whip, but the lightning spirits focused their efforts on the creature and it was consequently not enough to damage or pain the moon goddess.

    Yurius was not finished. While he still stood upon the creature's head and while it still could not control its jerking, electrocuted body, he raised his hammer again and brought it down. Then he did it again. And again. And again. Like a blacksmith working on a piece of metal, Yurius smashed Throgmir into the creature's face over and over, putting everything he had into each blow. Any ordinary creature, or even any relatively powerful monster, would have been ground into dust by now, but this beast was frighteningly resilient even by immortal god standards.

    When it finally had control of its body back, it raised a tentacle and, quick as lightning and with the force of a hurricane, landed a direct, fearsome blow on the battle frenzied God, whose offensive had put him in a very vulnerable position right atop the creature and within its reach. Yurius went flying and landed with a sickening thump several miles away, right into an oncoming river of lava from one of the erupting mountains nearby. For a moment, his world was naught but burning pain and he thought that he was once again in the spiritual realm where his body had been burned just like this for days, weeks, and months at a time. Given a few moments, he would normally have recovered from such a blow, for his godly armor absorbed most of the impact, but the flashback precipitated by the lava left him stunned in fear. The creature saw Yurius's immobile form as an opportunity and rushed to land a killing blow to the God that had caused him so much grief. By the time he remembered where he was, it was already too late to dodge and he could not regain the mental focus needed for a portal. Yurius saw the oncoming beast, tentacle outstretched for a lethal blow, and he knew that he was about to die.

    Zokmod and the Legions were still preparing for their maneuver and were thus too far to be of any help.

    The other gods might intervene, if they cared to, but could Yurius count on such a mercurial group for help? He almost felt like laughing at his own vulnerability.

    He was immortal and that meant he should not be able to die, yet here his death came for him anyway. What an undignified way to go, he thought. I created an army and turned a group of warring tribes into a thriving empire, but all that counts for nothing now. The wind knocked out of me by a blow I should have had the foresight to avoid, robbed of my chance to evade by a fear I thought I conquered, and the one ability that might save me, the portals I thought I had mastered, eludes me when I need it most. How pathetic. At least my death will serve to distract this beast for the Legions and the others to hopefully finish it.

    The creature thrust his tentacle forward for the final blow and Yurius closed his eyes and prepared for the end.
     
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    <Name: Calous Caine
    Titles: Trickster, destroyer, maker, protector, governor, spell binder, lord of the dead
    Gender: Male
    Appearance(s): an old man manning a shop to guide weary travelers, a peddler on the road to push people in a certain direction, himself (a white haired fanged elven looking man wearing full plate with a large chain and a katanna), a random peasant, a man in a cowed black robe
    Aspects: Trickery, magic, loyalty, honor, truth, justice, necromancy, storms, poetry, imagination. order
    Powers and Weapons: katanna, spiked chain whip, necromancy, undeath, magic, creation of the imagined, martial prowess, lightning
    Cohorts: Naudia, a succubus. His children: Mixtli, candy, xandrah, sabel, and others. Beings similar to claymores (referring to the anime). And a variety of odd creatures which make no sense at all.
    Personality: Usually cold and calloused, sometimes he can be caring, but not to the point of lovey hugging. He is logical and decisive. He considers things and their out come and moves with purpose. He strives to create and maintain a certain order with things.
    History: Calous actually hails from something of an alternate reality, one which was mostly destroyed in it's entirely. He is now trying to make a fresh start, and hopefully avoid the mistakes of the past. >

    Light shone brightly, flashing all about and perhaps blinding more than a few. It was a new beginning after all, why should there not be such a thing. As he appeared in this realm he looked out and observed what he saw around him. What was this place, these things going on. Who were these beings for which he might need to contest. All of this and more ran through Calous's head as he surveyed his surroundings and the actions occurring. His eyes scanned the area and the battle before him, a slow and precarious smile slowly traced his lips as he reached out. . . yet, it was not with a hand or action that he reached out with just yet, but just a voice.

    "Yurius . . . death descends upon you. . . yet, I can offer you a return. . .if you submit to my will. Life. . .or the void . . .choose. . ." The voice which entered his mind was cold, devoid of emotion or caring, yet it seemed to be willing to make a deal, but at what cost.
     
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    Arzian dove at the tendril that was to strike Yurius, his talons extending and rending the beast's flesh as he set about to work. The shadowy substance that formed the membrane of his wings retreated, adding another set of claws with which to rend and tear apart the flesh of the creature, before he looked away to the other Gods. "We need to keep this thing away from Realiti." He barked above the noise of it all. "This thing is nothing! Nothing in it's most literal form. We let it collide with her, and what happens could be an end to us all." He continued tearing away at the creature, though being careful to make sure none of it's blood touched him. After a moment, he leapt off it, the membrane extending again as a wind started to howl around them all. "Cover your ears." He yelled before it started to take full effect. The winds cry was loud and irregular, screaming as it rushed past them all and encircled the beast, yet underneath all of that was whispers. Hundreds of voices whispering hundreds of words in their own archaic language that was unique to them. Each was a splinter in the mind and a sharp needle within the consciousness, if it had one. He knew what it was, yet he did not know all that it was, for it was incapable of knowing itself. Arzian's book contained the sum of all knowledge as it was created, yet there was no knowledge of this thing. It's mind hollow and shadowy, a vessel without a bottom to hold anything.

    Once the wind had subsided, there was a dozen other noises, chirps, roars, and a cacophony of howls. From beneath Arzian's wings, two wolves dropped down, Khaline's pets having materialised on the shadow of the wing's underside before there was a screech as Khavanda appeared, the goddess upon his back as she fired arrows. Yet, she was not targeting the beast alone. Every so often a shot would find its way into Yurius's army, removing the odd Simian. Once she grew bored of that, she drew her blade and, much like how she had done for the compound, she leapt from Khavanda's back, fanged mouth wide and roaring. Yet, as she descended, she faltered, as once again the throbbing headache came back. Her smooth glide became more jagged, and she ended up missing the creature, and smashing into the ground beside it, rolling with the impact before regaining her sense and looking up.
     
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    It would be so easy to let the creature have her, Yurius thought looking at Khaline's stunned form as he collected his wits after Arzian saved him. His legs still felt like jelly and his body throbbed with the pain of the creature's last attack, but these wounds would not kill him and there was still work to be done.

    "I thank you for your assistance, Wise Arzian. Were it not for you, I am sure I would be dead. I owe you a great debt. Ask me anytime for a favor and I will assist you in recompense, so long as the favor is not unjust."

    He returned his attention to Khaline.

    Vulnerable as she was after her sudden fall from her bird and her missed attack, he could simply do nothing and the creature would strike and possibly kill her. His problems would be solved and he didn't have to lift a finger. But something felt wrong about that. She should not die without answering for her sins. It would be a mockery of justice. She must accept responsibility for all the lives she unjustly took and all the free wills she had shattered and take appropriate punishment for them.

    He would not let her die, he decided, but he also would not let her continue to roam free to cause more death and suffering.

    He summoned a portal beneath her feet. She would fall through before the creature could do anything to harm her if she stayed put. It led to a prison dug deep into the ground in the Underworld during the intervening years between the gods' escape from the Underworld and their present confrontation. The tiny cavern built into the ground had no entrances or exits except via portal. She could not dig her way out, as Yurius made sure to reinforce the earth from which the cavern was built with Earth Spirit power. There were no creatures for her to control there to help her escape. Even if she managed to break out of the tiny prison, she would be stuck wandering the underworld, for at present there was no way in or out save Yurius's portals or Mamba's magic. There she would wait until Yurius was ready to have her stand trial for her crimes.

    The portal began to open and Yurius watched to see if she would fall through.
     
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    350 Yurius's attack left the moster contorting on the ground, as the electricity coursed through him. His attack on the god of justice was a weak reflex, and thus was easily intercepted by Arzian. Then, the oncoming attacks of both Arzian and Khaline forced it to step back. The winds of madness, while they seemed to have no effect on the creature itself, caused the spirits who composed its body to retreat inside, forming many gashes on its skin. Then Eliphon raised his staff, and a line of condensed fire, hotter than Meerac, shot through the monster's chest, leaving a hundred feet wode hole in it. And Marama yanked on one of her chains, while nodding to their sister. Tesni, with her final strength, slammed her hammer down on the ground. Their combined efforts caused a wave as tall as Oblivion itself, to come raging towards them. With her final strength, Marama created a bubble that protected the gods, while the wave washed the monster several miles back, and smashed it against one of the mountains. The souls that composed the creature's skin rose and began covering its wounds, but there were still gaps there, through which a dark light shone.

    Screaming, Oblivion rushed back, and sent hundreds of tentacles at the entire squadron of gods, and despite their efforts, managed to absorb some of the spirits from the Immortal Legions. Instantly, the creature doubled in size, and yet its wounds remained open. Looking around desperately, the monster finaly leapt upwards, its powerful legs taking it several miles up. And before the gods' eyes, wings erupted from its back taking it higher.
     
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    Realitì was falling through some strange void. She knew where she was heading although how much time had passed she didn't know. Concentrating on the last things Wysdom remembered, Realitì was able to relive her minutes of the fight- and seer herself closer to it. Eventually, after falling for 7 years, she arrived at the fight. Where yet only several minutes had passed there. She now knew her preferred way of transferring conscious with Wysdom.

    Standing up, the small golden bubble popped. Realitì hesitated for a moment, seeing all the gods. Yurius, Khaline, Azrian, Marrma, Tesni... and Eliphon. Where was La Mamba? And where was this beast? Powerful gusts of wind from above alerted the location to Realitì, and with a roar of anger she summoned two enormous fists of earth, and while sweeping upwards with golden energy arcing across the fists, she collided with the monster in a fury of earth and energy.
     

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