[centre][color=black][b]Vowzra, Level 5 God of Time 
14 Might 4 Free Points[/b][/color]
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[color=9e0b0f][i]Battle Brother Zerabil, Son of the Celestial Above, Champion of Chaos
Level 23 Hero, 27 Khookies[/i][/color][/centre]

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[*] Vestec corrupts Zerabil
[*] Zerabil flies off to the Mountain's Crown
[*] Vowzra creates Zera the Ram of Time
[*] The Seers of the Silent Six tell Rejys of Zerabil's condition
[*] Zerabil marches an army north, and the Confederates join him
[*] The army is made up of 1600 fighters and 800 camp followers
[*] The army camps to plan its advance before the forest Ialu first passed through, beyond which is the Strong Tribes' town and vassal villages
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Eyes closed and soul far away, Zerabil sat upon the hill. As months had passed his soul had grown in strength until it could traverse those spaces it had before. It could traverse the spaces beyond, and see clearly the paths of Time. He may have lost his abilities - his Father was wise and knew well what he did - but he had certainly not lost his faith. If anything, like his soul, his faith was stronger today than it had ever been, for he knew that his Father watched over him, and the gods would not abandon him. Even the ones who had thus far ignored him. Should he not be a grateful slave?

As if on cue, a presence made itself known before him and the old man's eyes slowly opened. Before him was the unmistakable form of the Chaotic One. Though he did not move from his position, Zerabil allowed his head to fall slightly in respect, and he lowered his gaze in reverence. This was a god after all.

'The mighty Zerabil, defender of humans. Your god has abandoned you. You're nothing more than a weak old man. Why, I wonder? You haven't failed. The dragon God's sudden awakening and return was no fault of yours. Truth be told I suspect none of the Gods expected the Dragon God to awaken. Nonetheless, Vowzra seems to blame you for that. You've been cast aside like a piece of trash, Vowzra claiming Fate has forced his hand,' the god spoke and Zerabil listened with care. These had been his very fears and thoughts not so long ago, but he had long made his peace with himself and his Father. The Chaotic One's words did, however, gladden him. He was most grateful for the reminder of where he was and how far he had come since. For that reminder, he was grateful to the god of Chaos.

Giggling, the Chaotic One reached out and gently touched Zerabil's head. The old man allowed himself to lean against the open palm of the god, letting out a small breath. A god was touching him. 
'Fate. Fate is what he uses to excuse everything. He'll even use it to explain what happens next, forgotten Zerabil. Not all the Gods have abandoned you,' with that, Zerabil felt his bones creak and his skin tighten against his face, he felt power flood his muscles and flesh and the magical ability he had lost all those months ago return. However, his soul felt a most frightening pressure, as if it was being pulled in two, and once the pressure was over, there was an overwhelming presence within him that had not been there before. He attempted to fight it off, his soul was a strong soul after all, but no matter what he did he could not. It tightened around him and he could feel himself lose control of his body.

'Go find your Victors. Lead them once more. They still obey all Godly commands right? I have a mission for them,' then Zerabil heard, within his mind, the voice of the Chaotic One, 'Victors! Hallowed Hundred! I have decided to deliver mercy unto the world of mortals once more...for a price. In the far north there is an Empire, Garakai. It's chieftain has revoked the Gods, insulting them and claiming a false god, his 'Mighty One', as the true ruler. You will gather your forces, and any willing to fight with you, to wipe him and his ilk from the face of the earth. For the duration of your campaign, The monsters of your nightmares will not return in the night. I will ensure the Cimex do not strike while you are gone. Go, and let Zerabil guide you.' 
He turned back to Zerabil and spoke, 'do not waste my gift, Zerabil. After you've laid waste to the North, I expect to see a slaughter the Cimex will never recover from,' and with that, he disappeared just as quickly as he had come.

Silently, the young Zerabil stood up and began walking down the hill with purpose. He took a few more steps before leaping upwards and taking flight. Below him on the hill, the walking stick remained. As Zerabil disappeared into the distance, a wooden hand ripped through the fabric of existence and reached for the stick, pulling it in.

Up high above Galbar's atmosphere, Vowzra stepped out from that same fabric and looked before him silently. The stick was no longer in his wooden hand. However, his chest was agape and within it was a large orb. The wood of the god's chest tightened around it and heat flooded through orb and god alike.
[color=black][b]'With the dormant power which lies in mind and heart, 
I call upon that which does split all apart,'[/b][/color] his mighty voice rumbled, defying the laws of nature and traveling through the void of space. The orb melted within him, becoming nothing but a vapour and floating before him.
[color=black][b]'I call on the mighty one who lets Time flow, 
I order it to come from skies above and ground below,'[/b][/color] the vapour stretched tall and sank low, obscuring the moon from all who stood upon Galbar. It rippled with different colours. Purple lightening and lilac vapours, a seeping crimson twirled on the surface of the vapour, and an orange hue radiated from it.
[color=black][b]'From your slumber you must wake, 
Heir to a power you must take, 
Come here guardian, spirit fine, 
Who built up mountains line on line, 
Come to your master who calls on you now, 
Come with respect and humbleness bow! 
Steed of Space and Time divine, 
Your rider calls for you to shine, 
For you to show your graceful face, 
To this new and humble human race!'[/b][/color]

With that, power filled the vapour and it constricted very suddenly into a small shape, and before Vowzra's eyes [url=http://pre04.deviantart.net/3eb0/th/pre/f/2012/072/9/5/phantom_ram_by_chronicole-d4sp0cp.jpg]an ethereal creature took form.[/url] The creature emanated power and might, it was a glorious creature indeed. Just as he had wished.
[color=black][b]'You are Zera,'[/b][/color] came his rumbling voice, [color=black][b]'the Ram of Time,'[/b][/color] and at his words, the ethereal creature solidified into the [url=http://img14.deviantart.net/944f/i/2011/297/5/0/patron_saint_of_vines_by_hibbary-d4dt0ta.jpg]shape of a ram.[/url] It bowed to Vowzra in respect before kicking at the non-existent ground below its feet and bolting off, its speed causing the very fabric of existence to ripple around it. That was Vowzra's steed, the divine Zera, the Ram of Time.

Zerabil had paused and looked up coldly as the strange nebula-like vapour materialised in the sky before shrinking and disappearing altogether. He did not think too much about it, however, for he had other more important matters to attend to. He landed on the rampart of the Mountain's Crown, and below he could see the Victors readying themselves for battle. He had been spotted approaching the monastery and Rejys was there to meet him, flanked by the Seers of the Silent Six.
[color=f26522][b]'Battle Brother,'[/b][/color] Rejys said, his monotone voice not giving a hint towards what he felt. At his sides, the Seers of the Silent Six looked blankly towards Zerabil, and one of them whispered something to Rejys. Ignoring them, Zerabil looked below at the Victors.

[color=black][i][b]'You have heard the commands of the Chaotic One!'[/b][/i][/color] he roared, [color=black][i][b]'we shall march upon the heathens and we shall bring them down! For the glory of Chaos!'[/b][/i][/color] his exclamations were met with silence, until he quickly added, [color=black][i][b]'and the safety of Man...because the night will be gone...'[/b][/i][/color]
With this, cheers rose up and the Victors below continued their preparations. Former-citizens were also arming themselves and preparing to join the Victors in their campaign against the northerners. If it meant the end of the darkness and the nightmares, then it was necessary that all contribute to the war effort.

'That is not Battle Brother Zerabil,' Hikat whispered to Rejys, who had turned towards the Outsiders.
[color=f26522][b]'What do you mean, Silent Brother Hikat?'[/b][/color] Rejys asked - was that not Zerabil? Certainly he had grown younger, but there was no mistaking him.
'That creature may have the body of our Battle Brother, but within it is a great darkness and corruption. Our Battle Brother fights within, but the spirit of the Execrable Chaos has entered him, and it is that which we see before us now,' Vyngis whispered. Alfid looked towards Zerabil before turning back to Rejys.
'Yes, within that body are now two souls. One is undoubtedly our Battle Brother, consumed by the more powerful soul of a slave of the Execrable One,' Rejys was silent at this, deep in thought. At last, he spoke.
[color=f26522][b]'We will deal with that later, for now it is our duty to do as the Chaotic One has requested. We must bring the night to an end, even if it comes at the cost of bringing down the northern kingdom,'[/b][/color] the Seers of the Silent Six looked from one to another before bowing their heads in obedience.
'We do as commanded, Battle Brother Rejys,' they said in synchrony.

It was not long before the five hundred Victors were marching out of the Mountain's Crown, accompanied by seven hundred volunteers from the citizenry, four hundred of whom were armed fighters while three hundred carried supplied, cooked and did various other jobs necessary for an army on the march. As they journeyed north, they passed by the Confederate tribes. After some discussions, and learning of the Chaotic One's offer, the tribes joined Zerabil and the march continued.

The army totaled sixteen hundred fighters, nine hundred tribal warriors having joined, with camp followers coming at eight hundred, five hundred tribals having joined. It was quite the fearsome army, Zerabil had to admit, and they were all his to command...

'Battle Brother Zerabil, we have been on the march for two weeks now, we should enter northern territory once we cross this forest. Our scouts tell us of the Strong Tribe's village and some vassals being beyond the forest, and then further north is a large, well-fortified settlement,' it was one of the many Brother's of the Vowzra's Victors who had brought the report. Riding his horse, Zerabil merely nodded.
[color=black][i][b]'We will make camp here and plan our advance carefully,'[/b][/i][/color] he told the man, who nodded and turned to deliver the orders before Zerabil spoke up again.
[color=black][i][b]'Oh, and Brother...'[/b][/i][/color] he said, at which the Victor turned around and waited, [color=black][i][b]'please, call me Thulemiz,'[/b][/i][/color] a small, rather deranged smile appeared on Zerabil's face as he said the name, and with that, he rode off into the forest all on his own.

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4 Might to Create Zera the Ram of Time
1 Might to Create the Seers of the Silent Six
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