Vakarlon decided he needed to actually help make things if he wanted to be able to have any fun. So, he looked at the aura of his "siblings" for a quick analysis of what he was dealing with before getting to work.

Niciel seemed a little self-righteous. He rolled his eyes at her dismay and noted how she changed her aura the moment she was aware of it. Did she really think he had not noticed her scorn? No matter, her respect and approval were unnecessary.

Vowzra would be interesting to watch. Time was a powerful force and seldom tapped into despite how much the mortals wished they could. Mortals? They didn't exist yet, why was he already remembering their desires?

Logos. Oof. Order and Chaos were of no matter to Vakarlon but the extremes bothered him. Too much Chaos and things fell apart and cunning plans came unraveled. Too much Order and things became boring quite quickly.

Zephyrion, a being of pure change... Change was good but it had to be harnessed intelligently and Zephryion seemed focused on change for change's sake.

Deagon. Lies and Trickery. Well, well, well. It appeared he had some competition. Suddenly a strange thought popped into his head. [color=red]I must slay him and consume his essence. Otherwise, I will be largely unappreciated in this reality. [/color] What in the name of Fate? That wasn't right! No, no, Deagon could be an interesting ally! Besides, consuming another deity's essence was just plain wrong! Wasn't it. Vakarlon shook his head and turned away.

Vestec. Vakarlon sighed, Vestec was the polar opposite of Logos. Then he brightened. He could watch the two interact! That should be quite fun. He reminded himself to try to get them near each other as often as possible.

Slough. Poor beast couldn't even think. Still, Slough occupied a very important role. As such, she would have to be protected from some of the more malevolent of his siblings. Despite the lack of cunning or even intelligence on Slough's part, Vakarlon decided he would take the necessary role of protector.

Teknall. A hard-working craftsman. Such a fellow was no doubt a serious sort and would have to be joked with but Vakarlon decided it would be too cruel to do this by messing with Teknall's toys.

Kyre. A serious, honorable god of war. This could be fun.

Julkolfyr. A god of darkness. Vakarlon was not sure what to make of this one. He would have to see how things went. 

Jvan. Vakarlon was rather nonplussed by the being. What was it? He sensed the being had something to do with beauty of the flesh. He scratched his head and muttered [color=red] "Fate has an interesting perception of beauty." [/color]

Reathos. The necessary death god. Such types were generally gloomy, (where did that come from?) but one shouldn't jump to conclusions like that one goddess Niciel had.

Ilunabar. A story-teller. Vakarlon was rather fond of a good story so maybe he would try to befriend this   one. 

Astarte. A goddess of magic. Rather standard stuff, Vakarlon was about to turn away when he sensed something. He looked more closely at Astarte and smiled. She seemed like a fun sort to interact with.

Vakarlon watched in shock and morbid delight as Ull'Yang fed his arm to Slough! Now this one was one to watch! Assuming he didn't feed himself to the others too soon...

Vulamera. A clever, curious one. A little condescending though. Vakarlon sensed how she saw her siblings,  although he and Daegon had gotten off lightly. He would see about her.

Toun. Oh the poor fool... Vakarlon saw that this one strived for the impossible and knew what he strived for was impossible. Toun would torment himself with standards unreachable even for a god. Vakarlon shook his head, to toy with this one would be cruel and unnecessary.

Mammon. A being dedicated to test roughly everything. Interesting to watch for sure, but Vakarlon knew the tests would include his trickery as well. As such, it would pay to get too close.

With his brief evaluations complete, he walked over to where several of his siblings were working. He placed his hand on Slough's egg and gently offered a gift of his own, making sure that he did not force it upon her like Niciel and Vestec had. [color=red] "But above both these gifts is the ability to choose between them. I offer you cunning and freedom. In addition I offer that which helps make life enjoyable. I offer you humor and mischief. Should you accept these gifts they are yours." [/color]

Vakarlon turned and looked sternly at Vestec and Niciel. [color=red] "Each of you has tried to force corruption or goodness upon life. There must be balance. Excess malice spreads death not life. On the other hand one should never mistake kindness for weakness but too much of the former may lead to the latter. Slough is our sibling but she has the mind of an animal or infant. As such, she needs someone to help her and watch over her. As life is such a precious thing, I will assist in her protection." [/color]

With that, the Trickster walked to the blueprints. He gazed upon them and approved. The board for the immortal game was being set. He carefully added the potential for his ways to arise among this world, making sure not to alter anything the others had written. With this done, he walked back into shadow.


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Vakarlon has jumped aboard the judgemental train and reviewed his fellow deities.
Vakarlon has warned Vestec and Niciel not to force their ways upon Slough.
Vakarlon has added to the blueprints.
Vakarlon is being haunted by past memories and possibly a past personality.
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