Vestec and Kyre.
 
 
Vestec appeared next to the God of War. "Got your message my dear boy. In return for slowing down my armies I'll require two favors of my choice. Three if you want me to personally ensure that the Pronobii are set back." He tilted his head for a moment. "Let me clarify. By favours, I mean two or three things you'll do for me when I tell you to. Don't worry, I won't make you do anything terrible like 'Rape Niciel' or 'Eradicate the Hain.' Truth be told I don't know what I'll use the favors for. But it's always a good thing to have the God of War owing you, isn't it?" Vestec giggled, spinning in a circle around Kyre.
 
It was halfway to Zephyrion's citadel that Vestec met with him, "Vestec, I will not make deals when they are so vague, you are asking me to do something you ask in the future. Unless you can come up with actual requests, we won't be able to make a deal on that front." It wasn't just that, it was also the fact that he was dealing with Vestec, a god who was... well, Vestec. He was upredictable.
  
The god of Chaos giggled in amusement. Kyre was being stubborn again. "Are you sure? I won't slow down my armies any other way. This is your last chance God of War. If you refuse this I won't slow down my armies one bit. All those poor little Hain villagers who Will die before you can train them will die cursing your name. One little deal, and you can save hundreds of lives. "
 
Several moments of silence passed, with only the wind to accompany them. He made his decision, they would curse his name for months to come, hundreds would die. "You try to convince me through regret and guilt. I have made my decision, Chaos, perhaps after I had asked the request. This 'little' deal is no longer possible, I will do what I can for those that live."
 
"On your head be it." Vestec replied, chuckling darkly. "I've been looking for an excuse to release Violence..." Without further adue, the god of Chaos ripped a piece a piece of himself free and tossed it to the ground below. He cackled maniacally as he healed, godly drops of blood falling to the sky. The chunk of himself that he had ripped off started to grow legs and arms, gradually taking form. 
 
It left a large crated as it hit the ground. [url=http://www.wallpaperup.com/uploads/wallpapers/2014/01/07/219011/6f89eeef67e60b538972c18b748f4267.jpg]Vesterc's Avatar[/url] stood and stretched. "Time to go make a bloody mess of things." 
 
With that, it leapt off in the direction of the Hain and Fallen Angel Hordes.
 
Vestec thrusted his hands to the sky two streams of dark and purple light erupted from each hand respectively, before entwining and booming over the sky. "There there...now I have my own plans. I hope Reathos doesn't mind." The God of Chaos disappeared, leaving Kyre to his planning.
 
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-Vestec approaches Kyre with a deal to slow down his armies to give the sentients time to prepare. Kyre refuses.
 
-Vestec's avatar is created and heads towards the Hain and Fallen Angel horde. (-1 might)
 
-Vestec curses a quarter of all souls to be sent to his Realm of Madness rather than Reathos' Wraith Stone, and that every 1 in 100 deaths (of each race) the being that died would become a Cursed. Something that died, but came back to life. (Sheet in progress to elaborate further). These Cursed have all the same memories and personalities of their previous lives, they're merely undead now. (-2 might)
 
-Vestec leaves. (8 might left)
 
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