[h2]Vestec and Astarte make plans, Vestec answers Aztoc's prayer...albeit a bit late.[/h2]

Vestec reached out to touch Astarte's mind, picking up a soul and examining it as he corrupted and tossed it back in to the Home. [i]Have you ever wanted to enter Escre's Astral Home, maybe find a few more Souls for your crown? I happen to have gained control of it, if you'd like to visit. Besides, who knows what fun we can have being at the center of where all mortal souls are sent and reborn?[/i] He was unable to hide his pleasure at the thought of meeting her again, and found that he did not care if she knew.
 
Within a blink of an eye, Astarte found herself within the Astral Home. She hadn't even finished fully processing Vestec's words when she spoke, "You've actually taken the Astral Home for yourself?! I thought that was just Escre being whiny, but wow!" Astarte giggled as she touched and smelled everything there was to touch and smell within the place. Everything smelled off and otherwordly.

"Guess the reason Escre's such a bore is living in such a strangely smelling place for so long..."
 
And then she finally processed Vestec's words.
 
"Oh, me? Put more souls in my crown?" She shrugged, "I'm not interested in already dead souls, I believe those should be left to rest." For a moment, she stared at a passing soul, expression vacant, and then she snapped back to reality and flew over to Vestec. She poked his chest and raised an eyebrow. 
 
"What do you have in mind for fun? Preferably something that doesn't warrant the attention of other Gods, I expect. They're boring. Except Ferghus. And Undasis, maybe."
 
Vestec's colors stopped and turned pink once more as Astarte arrived, as was apparently destined to become his unconscious habit. He chuckled as she practically flew about the place. He shrugged as she stared at a dead soul. "Your choice." He tilted his head as she asked what he had in mind, thinking. "I would say go interfere with a battle, but it's already over with. We could find more mortals to have fun with. They've spread so much across Galbar I doubt any god will notice if we take a handful. We could even take them back here so that if they expire their souls don't have too far to travel. What do you say?"
 
"Hmm... Sounds like a plan. I recently spoke to your daughter, by the way." Astarte said, a bit of annoyance present in her voice, "She's polite."
 
"I would imagine so. She doesn't want to irritate the only non-boring God in all of existence, does she? Did you go to her or did she go to you? If it's the latter, what'd she ask you for?" Vestec asked, not reacting to the annoyance in Astarte's voice.
 
"She came to me," Astarte studied Vestec's shifting shades of pink, "and asked me for a dragon. I offered her one of Tesvec's eggs." 
 
If Vestec had had an eyebrow, he would have raised it. As it was, he simply paused and took a moment to process the name. He laughed, a happy rather than mocking sound. "I'm flattered. Should I be warning the North not to shoot a dragon with my daughter on it's back?"
 
Astarte stood confused for a second, until she realized the reason of his laughter, the Dragon's name. She blushed and smiled sheepishly in response to Vestec's laughter. Her hair also prickled slightly, giving off an unintentionally dangerous aura. "Maybe, she did not seem entirely sold onto the idea."
 
"..."
 
Astarte whined as her blush intensified, and she forcefully whipped Vestec around and grabbed him to keep him from turning. "Don't look at me while I'm embarrassed--!"
 
Vestec smothered his chuckling as she blushed, letting himself be whipped around. "As you command." He replied, laughing lightly. "As for Roxan, it'll be her choice and her loss if she doesn't take my, I'm sorry [i]Tesvec's[/i] eggs. Dragons are fun to have on your side if you're a mortal, I've noticed."
 
Astarte huffed at the mocking of her dragon's name and tightened her grip. After a few moments, when she put her face under control, she released him and crossed her arms. "They must be. Humans are very weak compared to Dragons. One can only imagine how exciting it must be to have something stronger than you bend to your every wish." Even in the midst of her embarrassment-induced apathy, Astarte couldn't help the glint that came to her eyes upon speaking the last sentence.
 
Vestec turned around, tilting his head in curiosity before shaking it slighty in disbelief. Regardless, he continued. "As for the mortals, shall we just grab a mixed handful or would you prefer a specific race?"
 
"Anything but dragons is game." Astarte nodded, "I already had enough fun with Tes, dragons are not in my scope anymore." She relaxed her stance and brought herself to look at Vestec again. 
 
"Do you have any preference, Ves?"
 
"Humans are delightfully malleable. Every other race has a mindset or skillset that they must overcome to do certain things. Humans, humans can do anything and learn anything with the right nudges and blessings. Of course, when you start having fun with them all sentient races are the same insane in the end." He held out his hand. "Shall we go collecting?"
 
She put her hand on his and nodded. "Yep. I know of one human mortal who might be of interest to us. He's old, and I'm sure close to his death, so we'd be doing him a favor if we visited him. I'll save that for last, though. You start."
 
Vestec chuckled, and in a flash they were off. He didn't pick the mortals in any order, just grabbed them as he found them. A couple Cimex, a few Uri, a handful of humans. Soon they had a small group, large enough to have some fun for at least a while(or so Vestec deemed). Quickly they were back in the Astral Home, dropping the mortals off with them. "Shall we go get your human now, or after we've had our fun with these mortals?" 
 
Astarte's gaze floated over to one of the humans. a teenager, from what she could see. His mind was weak, and his body showed it. Unconsciously, he was broadcasting his weakness and frailty for everyone to see. The human beside him appeared to be his father, since he was standing tall and wide with his chin up. His facial expression betrayed him, of course. Fear dripped from him too. 
 
Astarte breathed deeply -- taking in the scent of living beings and fear -- and smiled warmly at them, before turning toward Vestec. "First one's yours. I wanna watch you in your element." She winked.
 
Vestec bowed. "Your wish is my command." He moved to one of the Cimex gently placing a hand on the insect's head. "As I'm sure you've noticed, mortal minds are remarkably easy to interfere with, no matter who creates them. One little push can convince them that they're in agony," The cimex began to scream, writhing as it felt agonizing pain flare across its body. "push them into terror," Suddenly the Cimex curled into a ball, making chittering sounds of terror. "send them flying into a rage," The insect leapt to it's feet and rushed to the nearest human, mauling into a gore pile with a fury filled ease. "or even kill them." The Cimex fell over, a lifeless husk.
 
Astarte clapped in entertainment, a lazy grin on her face.
 
"That's not even considering what they'll do for their own. Especially their children." Vestec turned his gaze to the father, before easily selecting another human female nearby with an even smaller child. "You and you." He pointed the two of them out. "Fight to the death. Winner gets to leave with their child. Loser obviously dies, their child following them."
 
The woman spat on the ground. "I wo-" Vestec lazily gestured.  Her child screamed in agony, and soon the woman was on her knees trying to get the pain to stop. "Okay! Okay you son of a bitch!" Vestec let it continue for a moment longer, then stopped the pain. "A simple reminder." He said mildly, conjuring two blades for the combatants. "You may begin."
 
They were both truly terrible fighters, holding the blades inexpertly and cautiously. By the time they actually clashed blades, they had both nearly tripped over their own feet and impaled themselves. 
 
"Woo!" Astarte yelled.
 
In an attempt to keep the fight going for as long as possible, Vestec helped one or the other deflect a strike that turned a killing blow into a wounding one.
 
"So, which one do you think will win? The father's protectiveness or the mother's wrath?"
 
"Huh, I genuinely have no idea." Astarte responded, "The Father's somewhat cute, so I'll root for him. Then again, the Mother is fierce--" She shivered in delight, "I like fierce."
 
Vestec chuckled. "So I've noticed." The fight was almost over. Both of them were flagging from blood loss and exhaustion. With a last burst of energy the mother managed to bat the other's sword away and impale him through the chest. 
 
Vestec looked at Astarte, his shades of pink on his face moving into a vague impression of a grin. "Looks like ferocity wins." True to his word, the mother and the child both disappeared to where Vestec had found them. The mother was still terribly injured and bleeding from her wounds, of course. Vestec hadn't promised to heal them after the fight.
 
The remaining child was wailing and crying and Vestec gestured to him. "I leave his fate to you."
 
Astarte raised an eyebrow upon hearing Vestec. Leave his fate to me? She thought. She straightened herself and moved over to the boy's side. He was crying, sobbing and hunched over his father's body. When Astarte put her hand on the back of his head, grabbed him by the hairs and pulled him up to look at her, his face was half covered in blood and half covered in tears and snot.
 
"Silence." 
 
The kid did not obey.
 
"Silence, or you'll go mute."
 
The kid did not obey.
 
And then he coughed, and coughed, and coughed. At a moment, he choked on his spit, and then he spat out blood. Then no more wailing came out of him. Only pitiful little sobbing as he held his throat and looked at his dead father.
 
"Told you. I don't lie." Astarte said, "And please, by all things fun, stop looking at that corpse. The longer you look at it the more traumatized and useless you'll be later in life. Move on." She let go of him, and he quickly went back to holding his father.
 
"Pathetic," Astarte snarled at him and turned toward Vestec, "Return him to where we took him from. This little mute does not deserve to be in our presence any longer."
 
Vestec lazily waved a hand and the child disappeared, leaving only a sad corpse behind. "Maybe he'll get a startling desire for vengeance and do everything in his power to oppose us and avenge his father's death. He'll become a great hero, and then I'll corrupt him to be the opposite of everything he stood for. It'll be fun to watch him become exactly what he hated. However, I believe it is more likely he'll become a sniveling wreck. A mute, sniveling wreck. Such is life, full of disappointments like him."
 
"If he does become a great hero, don't corrupt him. The world needs some strong-willed individuals to keep it a fun place. After a while, it becomes way too easy to break things." Astarte said non chalantly.
 
Vestec nodded."This is true." He looked at the remaining mortals, cowering from them. "Now. What should we do with you?"
 
"I say whoever manages to entertain us without our interference, earns a free passage back to their lives."
 
"You heard her."  Vestec said to the remaining mortals, five all together(A Cimex, two Uri, and two humans). "If you can entertain us without our interference, we shall let you live. If we have to entertain ourselves using you...who knows what might happen?"
 
There was a long few moments of silence as each of the mortals looked at each other. Just as a human cleared her throat, presumably to speak or sing, the Cimex acted. With a scream of fury, it fell upon the two Uri, blades whirling and dicing. The two of them went down in a shower of blood and gore. The humans backpedaled away from the monster, one tripping on a rock. In an instant, the insect was tearing her apart as well, and too the sound of her screams the remaining human grabbed the blade left next to the Father's corpse. He held the blade straight out in front of him as the insect leapt, his scream of terror matching it's scream of rage. The insect impaled itself, but it didn't die quickly. Using it's last moments, it savaged the human who had killed it.
 
"Well then. That was certainly exciting, even if it left us with no one to get a free passage back."
 
Astarte sighed, "I really wanted to hear them sing or see them dance. Damned insect." She shrugged, "Guess the Cimex are as violent as some of Garakai's humans, huh?"
 
Vestec shrugged. "All humans can be violent. It just so happens Garakai creates some of those who are best at it. Take that giant of a man Cassios. He's brutal, murderous, and vicious with his axe. Few men can stand against him, and he's from Garakai. It may not be the home of the very best warriors in the land, but it is the home of the best soldiers in the land. Regardless, enough about my little empire of Chaos in the north. You said you had someone we needed to visit? An old man?"
 
She perked up and nodded, "Yup! You'll be surprised by him--He's certainly different from most old men." She said, taking Vestec's hand. 
 
And then they were within a wooden hut. 
 
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It was a humble home, with some bedding near a corner, a table, two chairs and some dishes and utilities on a shelf. There were no windows, and the entrance was an empty doorframe covered by cloth. 
 
Astarte let go of Vestec and set up two cups. When she snapped her fingers, the cups were filled to the brim with a crimson liquid. Astarte was quick to grab a cup and take a sip, cooing in delight after she'd savored the liquid. Then she offered her cup to Vestec.
 
"Try it, it's quite splendid, darling." She said in a mock posh tone.
 
Vestec looked around interestedly, his pink colors illuminating the hut. Quickly however his interest faded at how spare it was, returning his gaze to Astarte. At her command, his mask quickly changed into a human face, taking the cup and sipping, giving a grin to Astarte his tone matching hers. "I must say, my dear, this is the best drink I've ever had!" 
 
Astarte smiled at him, took the cup and placed it on the table again. Just before a man, an old man, looking to be in his sixties, stepped in. He saw the two Deities and for a second, stood still. Then he went on to grab a book off one of the shelves and started to walk out again.
 
Astarte stomped on the ground like a little girl and pouted, "Human! I trained you not to ignore your betters." 
 
"You certainly did, Miss Astarte, and you failed." The man replied, his back to Astarte. A moment later, he turned and showed Astarte his grin. "I'm joking, of course."
 
"Good, now, I've brought Vestec, God of Chaos, here. Why? I forgot, but I expect you to impress him. You're my favorite pe--Friend, after all."
 
"Certainly." The man said, and turned around once more, heading for the exit. He left the hut, and a moment later, he popped back in, exasperated expression on his face. "Vestec, follow me." He commanded in a gentle manner, and threw a look at Astarte that made her huff and sit down cross legged on the floor. 
 
"So? Go go, Ves, don't keep him waiting, he's scary if you make him wait."
 
Vestec watched the exchange with an amused smile. He would have thought that Astarte would have smited anyone for toying with her. As the old man popped his head back in Vestec grinned, glancing at Astarte. "On my way. One question though. Corruption, or no corruption?" He headed towards the door, still looking towards the Goddess of Summoning for an answer.
 
"Absolutely no corruption." She replied as Vestec exited the room and she was left behind. The man led Vestec out of the hut and down a dirt road that went through the forest. During their walk, he spoke.
 
"My name is Kuro. I assume Miss Astarte brought you here because she wanted to brag. See, she thinks I'm her property. Seems like she believes I'm worthy of godly attention. I'm merely an old man, Mr. Vestec."
 
In the distance, maybe a hundred metres away, the dirt road showed a village. It was as humble as the old man's hut.
 
"Vestec is just fine. She seems to think everything is her property. You may be just an old man, but she seems to find you sufficiently interesting to be a favourite of hers. " Vestec noted, his mask returning along with his normal colors as they left astarte behind. 
 
"Why, I wonder? She gets bored easily, as I'm sure you've noticed."
 
"She bores easily? Why, my experience has been the opposite. She's been a lovely girl, I assure you." Kuro smiled. 
 
They walked the rest of the road in silence. Eventually, they reached the village. Most people were working in one thing or the other, and kids instinctually knew to steer away from Vestec. Though they were curious as to what Kuro was doing with the strange being.
 
They passed by the Chief's hut and entered an equally big one. Inside, the floor was polished wood and there were various sets of equipment. Only one other person was in the hut at the moment, and she was sitting down cross legged in the middle of it. Eyes closed and in full meditation. 
 
"See, Vestec, this is one of the things Astarte finds interesting. The Trut, short for Training Hut. I train the young and the dedicated how to defend themselves with their own bodies and how to lead good lives despite the world's worst intentions."
 
"She is very lovely. But yes, I am curious to what you have done to keep her interest this long."
 
Vestec looked about interestedly, giggling slightly as kids went out of their way to avoid him. It was nice to know that they avoided him because of what he was, not for anything that he had done..yet. 
 
Walking into the Trut, Vestec brought his attention back to Kuro. "With their own bodies? I assume that means no weapons. Forgive me, but I have yet to see anyone but the Sanguine Communion successfully do that, and even they create weapons from their own body."
 
"Oh, you'd be surprised what quick reflexes and a solid dominion over the Way of Wi can bring you. We may not use weapons, at least not normally, but we do use Wi extensively." Kuro said as he grabbed a nearby bandage and threw it at the woman meditating. Without opening her eyes, she grabbed it and began bandaging her knee. 
 
"Thank you, Master." She said.
 
"Years of teaching have sharpened my eyes to the pains of my students, Kari. Even stoics like you." Kuro then turned back toward Vestec, "Would you like to try your hand at a friendly spar session with my student, Vestec? Surely, you must allow yourself to be as vulnerable as us."
 
"And those godly reflexes and magic are a no-go either." Kari, the student, intervened with a chuckle as she stood up.
 
"Aww, and here I was hoping I could just stand here and shift just enough for you to miss." Veste said, visibly dimming as he made the necessary adjustments. He walked in front of Kari, returning her bow. 
 
He waited for Kari to make the first move.
 
Kari was patient. She got into position, her left foot forward and all of her weight on it. A wider stance, closer to the ground was all she needed to be in perfect balance, and her gaze was fixed on Vestec's upper chest. 
 
She looked at his face. Then she threw a punch to his stomach. [b]"Hia!"[/b] She shouted. Vestec tried to block her punch, but on the wrong spot. He had tried to protect his face, misguided by Kari's glance. 
 
He was sent backward and put off balance by the attack. Kari chased after him. When in range, she threw a sideways kick toward his stomach once more.
 
Vestec, his speed only like that of a normal human, couldn't get his hands up to block the unnatural Wi enhanced (or so Vestec assumed) speed. A grunt was drawn for the God of Chaos as he tumbled backwards, scrambling to his feet. He turned a blood red color, and gave off the distinct impression if he had had a face he would have been grinning. 
 
He pushed the offensive, keeping in with a normal human's speed and strength, jabbing at the woman's face.
 
Kari kept calm. Vestec's attacks were predictable, such as those an untrained human would perform. She deflected the jab at her face with her right arm in an upward strike. As the fist flew over her head, she threw her own left fist toward Vestec's vulnerable ribs.
 
[i]Crack[/i] Vestec's decidely human rib broke under the blow. From there it was an even more one sided fight. Try as he might, with only human reflexes Vestec couldn't block the strikes, kicks, or knees. Bones broke and Vestec's mask even cracked. It didn't take long for Kari to win the fight, knocking the God of Chaos to the ground. 
 
As the fight cancelled, Vestec picked himself up, returning his body to it's godly state. The crack was healed, along with all his broken bones. 
 
"That was impressive. I can see why Astarte is so interested in you. Though what I'm curious to know is why she hasn't made you her hero and immortal already." Vestec said, already thinking how to use this power to help his followers.
 
"Miss Astarte, she..." Kuro began, he walked over to Kari and checked her wrists and ankles, "she hasn't mentioned any of that. One can only guess." He then slapped Kari's right wrist, and she winced.
 
"Yeah yeah, bad form Master, I know." She said with a roll of her eyes. Bad form led her to hurt her wrist.
 
"The Trut is open to anyone who might be looking to live like us and learn what we know. Many don't adhere to our philosophy, though."
 
"So I imagine. The world is filled with violent people, Kuro." He watched the old man interact with his student a few seconds more, and then spoke again. "Tell me, what would you do with immortality?"
 
"Live." Kuro shrugged, "Now Vestec, if you'll excuse me I have to prepare the Trut for my next class. Do you mind finding your own way back to Astarte without me?"
 
Vestec stretched a hand out, and pressed a finger against Kuro's forehead. After a moment, his hand returned to his side. "Have fun with it. I don't mind at all, it'll be interesting to see how many avoid me again." With that, he strode out of the Trut.
 
It didn't take long for him to reach Astarte again. "Truly, I am impressed. Did you teach him that, or did he discover it on his own?"
 
"I've taught him nothing, really. All he knows, he knows because of his own efforts. Now-" Astarte took a deep breath and stood up. She walked over to Vestec, and slapped his face, "What the hell do you think you're doing, Vestec?! Giving immortality to my pet without my permission! Who knows what that's going to do to him!" She groaned and turned away for the God. 
 
"Intere-" Vestec's mask turned to the side, turned with the force of Astarte's blow. For a long moment he was quiet. "I was keeping your favorite pet alive. He doesn't have much life left in him. You and I both saw that. He won't be changed. In fact, I believe he'll use this newfound power to fix the world's problems.  He'll still be the same. I was trying to help."
 
Astarte huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "Fix the world's problems? I don't think he's even interested in that," She said as she stiffened her back, "but anyway, it doesn't matter, I suppose. God of Chaos and all is supposed to change stuff. You've even changed me." 
 
"Oh, I suspect the world's problems will force him to try and fix them. Ialu isn't going to leave someone with his power be. The Sanguine Communion certainly will take note." He took a hesitant step towards Astarte. "Not too much. I just...freed you from certain restrictions. If you don't like it that much I'll take it back, and turn him into a regular human again."
 
Astarte kept silent. She shifted her body's weight to her right foot and flipped her hair. Finally, she spoke, "No, leave him as he is. He might just cope well with it." She sighed, still not facing Vestec.
 
"I'm sorry for not asking permission, Astarte. It's not something I'm familiar with, as I'm sure you've noticed." If Vestec had had a mouth, there would have been a self deprecating smile, as it was, his pink colors simply returned.  "I didn't mean to offend you. Is there anything I can do to make up for it?"
 
"Well, there is one thing." Astarte relaxed a bit, "I've seen lots and lots of humans do it when they're with others of a different gender. I think they call it a date. Or meeting, I have no idea. It seems fun." She turned around to face him.
 
"Either way, I'll let you know when to meet. You'll have to wear something better, as will I. I got a few ideas you'll like." She smiled.
 
Vestec bowed. "It's a date then. I look forward to your summons." His head tilted as Escre spoke in his mind. Immediately the Chaos God's senses went to the Astral Home, only to find it being cleansed by a power he didn't even bother trying to stop. "Well, that'd be no fun. It seems my little claiming of the Astral Home has set every living being on course to be corrupted. What's more, Escre seems to have gotten help from our creators to purify it. Tsk. All he had to do was tell me I'd be making things boring."
 
Vestec held out a hand again. "I need to go back and collect some things before I fully leave. Would you like to come along?"
 
"I'd like to, but I can't. I have to go meet with a human on the other side of Arguila." She said, and with a small whirlwind of air, which knocked some books off the shelves and broke some dishes and cups, Astarte disappeared.
 
"As you wish." Vestec said to the empty troom before disappearing himself. He reappeared in the Astral Home, glancing distastefully at the purging light. His own colors returning to their chaotic state he spoke to the purging light. "I'm leaving, I'm leaving. Calm down. I just need to grab some things that belong to me." He reached into the never ending pool of souls and pulled out the entirety of the Dyun race, those Anju that had died, Vowzra's Victors, and a few thousand more souls. Using his inherent godly powers, he dumped all of them but the Victors in his personal plane, blessing(also with his inherent godly powers) them to return there upon death.
 
He cut half of the Visceral Seeps from the lifeblood the planet, saving them from the purging light, using is inherent godly powers to make them self refreshing. "What else...oh yes!" With a snap of his fingers, Vestec removed his corruption from the remaining half of the Visceral Seeps(the other half remaining firmly corrupted.) and the Astral Home. "There. Happy now?" With that, he disappeared from Escre's inner sanctum. He left his defenses up, of course. Escre had only told him to leave, not to let it be able to entered by others(except Astarte, Undasis and himself of course).
 
[b]Days later..[/b]
 
He appeared next to Thulemiz, tsking. "Ialu wins again, it seems. And...it looks like someone took away your powers. Here, let me fix that...there we go! Good as new! Now, perhaps your Victors can be made better this time. Here's all there souls. See you at Garakai!" Leaving the Souls of Vowzra's Victors in a small ball in Thulemiz's hands, the God of Chaos disappeared.
 
Aztoc, standing on the walls and looking down on the earth that was suddenly very far away, jumped at Vestec's voice. "My, my. Your castle of sand is crumbling beneath you Aztoc. Well, it will be when Ialu arrives." The current lord of Garakai turned to face Vestec's avatar. "He's coming with Mirtagn, Sauranath's hero, Invidia, Escre's hero, a hoa, Escre's hero, an army, and the Sanguine Communion. You know, those nasty fellows who have a habit of not healing themselves and turning into monsters. Oh! And possibly Sauranath's avatar."
 
 As Aztoc visibly paled, Vestec's avatar giggled. "Buuuut, let it never be said I didn't help out my followers when they asked for it." With a snap of it's fingers a small army populated Garakai's courtyard. "You have five hundred corrupted Cimex," The Cimex in question were covered in a pure black chitin and had glowing red eyes. "I don't know why, but they thought that was the appropriate color scheme to take." Vestec's avatar commented, before getting back on track. 
 
 "Five hundred Barbed Uri, as they call themselves." The Uri were more colorful than the Cimex, but each was covered in a thick layer of thorns and barbs. "You have 50 Legionaires of the Iron Legion, as they call themselves. Corrupted Sanguine Commuinon, if you want to get technical, but they don't need life blood crushes. They're essentially ograns surrounded by a living armor they can mold to their will. You have most of their strength."
 
 The other twenty are trying to make more of themselves. The Visceral Seeps under my control tend to kill more than they adapt, I'm afraid. And it's kind of eating away at their remaining bodies. In another ten years, five if they use their bodies a lot, they'll just be metal statues. On the other hand, they don't need to crush life blood against themselves, and are even harder to kill than the Communion."
 
 "You have twenty Anju too. They won't be much help in the actual fight, but they'll be scattered amongst Ialu's armies, causing discord and the deaths of key people." The creatures were already shape shifting into various flying animals, and heading into the sky towards the approaching Ialu. "Hmm, I think that's about it...oh! And two hundred Chaos Dragons. I'll even get involved myself if Sauranath meddles again." Vestec' Avatar smirked. "Think you make a defense with all that and your secret magic?"
 
Aztoc fell to one knee. "Yes, God of Chaos. I do believe I can." He couldn't keep the glee from his voice. Glee that quickly fled at Vestec's Avatar's reminder and warning. "Don't forget to kneel to Thulemiz like you promised. Also, don't rely on any one thing too much. Ferghus wanted me to pay him for the two Arma Igna I corruputed, and I believe my time is up. Not that I was going to pay him anyways. What ever happened to those two anyways?"

Aztoc thought for a moment. "The Twins went with the Garakain's heading to the Barbed Uri." Vestec's Avatar nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."


[hider=Summary]-Vestec and Astarte tortured some mortals

-Vestec met Kuro, got displayed the power he was teaching to his students and made the old man immortal(but not younger)

-Astarte and Vestec made plans for a date

-Vestec got Escre's message, and agreed to stop the corruption. He kept half of the Visceral seeps as his own, corrupted and separate from the planet's life blood, stole the entirety of the Dyun's races souls, the Anju that had died souls, The Vowzra's Victors souls, and a few thousand extra souls, binding them all to forever return to his personal plane upon death. 

-Vestec removed his corruption from the remaining Visceral seeps and the Astral home, leaving, but leaving his defenses up as well. 

-Vestec gave Thulemiz his powers back, and the souls of Vowzra's Victors to the Lich

-Vestec's Avatar appeared next to Aztoc, giving the Lord of Garakai 200 Chaos Dragons, 500 corrupted Cimex, 500 Barbed Uri (corrupted Uri) 50 Iron Legionnaires (will have a creation sheet explaining them soon), and 20 Anju who immediately set out to infiltrate and cause discord amongst Ialu's troops and the Communion. It even offered it's own services should Sauranoth get involved again. [/hider]