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[h2][b]The Demigod of Secrets[/b][/h2]
[color=blue]Level: 1
Might: 1
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[colour=ec008c][i]The Muse. Weaver of Dreams.
Beauty (Stories, Colors, Aesthetic)[/i]

Might: 12
Free Point: 1[/colour]
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[hider=Collabios Summarios]
-In one bright summer day Ilunabar decides that she needs to chill and to do so, she decides to go mess with Xerxes
-However she finds Lazarus instead
-Helps Lazarus on his running away business by taking he to the Celestial Citadel
-Gives him a bunch of maps
-Lazarus starts to project a hero that is half wolf and half kitsune (a fox I guess. not my idea tbh)
-Ilunabar makes an amulet out of it, where the spirit of said hero exists (-1 might. Hero creation)
-Lazarus creates an arcane link with the amulet (-1 might)
-Lazarus also takes the chance to peek into Ilunabar's memoir and takes a cryptic print of it
-Then, Ilunabar tells him that if he wants to hide, a cave near the nice valley is a good place
-Lazarus moves to there and starts his hero project.
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Ilunabar had just finished her latest work, a collection of memories. Recently she was convinced such thing was necessary, and that there would come a time when mementos like these would be useful.

[color=ec008c]“I still wonder the why of that one odd sound”[/color] she said, looking at her Dreamweaver.

She realized however that this issue had already consumed too much of her time. Other issues were at hand, like the heroines, the grand parade and the city of Xerxes.

[color=ec008c]“Perhaps it would be best if I paid a second visit to there. Not only do I need to check the results of my actions, but I feel like playing a bit around there can help to ease my mind.”[/color]

Later, on her way to the city, she ended up finding something far too curious to ignore. The Demi-God Lazarus was apparently sneaking around in the western lands beyond the Ironheart. It felt odd that he would be there, especially considering where Ilunabar last saw him.

Losing no time, the muse landed on the ground and walked to his side. As simple observation didn’t bring any light to his curious behavior, she decided to drop her concealment and greet him properly.

[color=ec008c]“Hello Lazarus.”[/color] She said casually.

Lazarus nearly jumped in surprise, but he suppressed himself. A simmering frustration, if anything, overtook him. He needed a way to detect when he was being spied on. At the very least, he thought, it wasn’t Amartia.

[color=red]“Hello, Ilunabar, I presume?”[/color] he responded, hefting his pack of essentials. It very well seemed obvious he had his fair share of fruit carried with him, the loosened straps holding the top shut not doing much to conceal the vast majority of the contents.

[color=ec008c]“You are right. Usually, Demi-Gods can be a bit confused about us, but I see you are already quite aware.”[/color] It was a bit of a contrast if compared to a few others who she had met. [color=ec008c]“Now, I’m sorry if this is too much of an invasion, but really, I cannot help but to be curious about this situation. What brings you here, to this quasi-deserted part of Galbar?”[/color]

[color=red]“Funny question. I could tell you a variety of things, and you wouldn’t be able to tell which is true. So. Here’s my version. I’m leaving Xerxes, simple enough. Reasons? Keeping to myself.”[/color] Lazarus responded, a hint of madness seeping into his voice as he pointlessly riddled.

[color=ec008c]“If what you tell is the truth, then I would say you made a good decision. If you value your own privacy, Xerxes is the worst place in all of this planet where someone could be.”[/color] There was a hint of instability in his voice, but nothing that Ilunabar considered worrisome in her own twisted parameter. [color=ec008c]“But won’t the Eneas of Xerxes, the Demi-God Amartia, but a bit angry at such act? He is very possessive… from what I heard.”[/color]

[color=red]“Hence why I covered my trail. He will not be finding me anytime soon, and I intend to keep it that way.”[/color] Lazarus responded, [color=red]“And yes, privacy is certainly valuable in my, well, profession. Now, I wouldn’t bat an eye if Amartia happened to stumble in and go mad from an experiment, but the problem is he would likely kill me long before that happened.”[/color]

[color=ec008c]“It is okay to be worried, but I doubt he would be able to kill you.”[/color] At least, she never heard of anything like that. [color=ec008c]“But, listen, you are looking for a place where you can stay somewhat isolated from others, well, I do happen to have quite a handful of maps covering the peculiarities of this planet.” [/color]

She decided that doing a similar tactic to the one she used for Lifprasil should work. While Amartia was surely beyond the point of influence, Lazarus seemed to be malleable. [color=ec008c]“I could bring them to you, or you could come with me to my atelier in the Celestial Citadel. That is if you are interested in such things.”[/color]

Lazarus stopped to consider a moment. The help of a god would be useful. He had Vestec in the palm of his hand, sure, but it wouldn’t hurt to set up a network. Plus he had some experiments he needed the help of a god for.[color=red] “The Celestial Citadel sounds nice. Consider me interested. What else do you have to provide?”[/color]

[color=ec008c]“To provide?”[/color] the goddess pondered for a bit [color=ec008c]“Well, I do these things on the whim, and right now I can’t think of much more. Well, maybe something will come up once we arrive at the Citadel. For now, just take my hand.”[/color] she invitingly extended her hand for the Demi-God.

[color=red]“I have a particular study I wish to partake in mind, I will tell you about it once we reach the Citadel.”[/color] With that, Lazarus took the hand, using the other to hold his pack securely in place. And just to be sure, he adjusted his journal box so that it wedged between the armor plates, secure as it could be. It was something he couldn’t afford to drop.

Without ceremony, the goddess started to fly away from the ground at an increasing speed. Landmarks of Galbar like the Shimmering Sea, the Firewind Desert, and the Changing Plans, appeared and disappeared from their sight in a flash. And with a sudden stop, they arrived at the bejeweled flying fortress.

[color=ec008c]“Here, let’s come to my quarters. Usually, I like to welcome my guests with courtesies, but sadly my Divas are not with me today.”[/color] she said as she guided Lazarus across the empty halls of the Celestial Citadel. For a long distance it was mostly lifeless, empty halls and rooms, however, once they reached Ilunabar’s quarters, Lazarus would find himself in what looked like an art gallery. 

Once the trip to the citadel was complete, and when they had landed, he retracted his hand. Folding them behind his back, he followed Ilunabar through the halls of the citadel. [color=red]“Certainly more aesthetic appeal than Xerxes, that is for sure. Amartia is a good conqueror, sure, but what he makes pales in comparison to what is displayed in here.”[/color] Lazarus tactfully chose his compliments. No point on getting on the bad side of the goddess.

[color=ec008c]“Yeah. I mean, I was not the one to design the Citadel, but even so, it is only right that a Demi-God can’t match a deity of the crafts. But Xerxes was beautiful, in its own way.”[/color] She then giggled. [color=ec008c]“It didn’t have skyline roofs though”[/color] with a movement of her hand, the roof of the main room turned into the sky as seen on the nights of the arctic, despite it being still daytime outside.

He surveyed the roof, taking in the sight. [color=red]“An excellent illusion. Vivid, as well. I’ve heard stories about it, before, but I’ve never seen it in person. Shall we get to business, or do you wish to talk some more?”[/color] He asked, keeping his arms folded behind his back as he turned his view from the false sky to the goddess.

He was surely more on point than Lifprasil. Ilunabar found it very peculiar that he was calling a simple meeting business. [color=ec008c]“Well, surely, it will be a bit hard to find all of my maps without Piena, but it shouldn’t take too long. You do not mind being alone for a short while, right? I know it is not right for a host to do that, but as I said, my Divas are not with me today.” [/color]

[color=red]“It is fine. So far, I have not been beaten, have had my windpipe crushed, or have been seen as an asset -- The last one is as far as I know,”[/color] he said, [color=red]“so you’ve been rather hospitable in comparison. Being left alone is no problem.”[/color] With that, he returned his view to the false sky, flipping up his visor to reveal the eyeless visage that his body provided.

Ilunabar chuckled [color=ec008c]“Well, I guess that when you bring this thing up, anything looks nice in comparison.”[/color] she clapped her hands. [color=ec008c]“Well, then I will get those maps right now. To your left, there is a kitchen if you feel hungry, and beyond it, there is the way to the balcony, if you feel like breathing fresh stratospheric air.”[/color] with that, the muse left for the innards of her atelier, where piles upon piles of canvases and paper were stored.

He watched her go, before returning to his own machinations. He idly pulled up his hand, whispering arcane words. An illusion appearing in his palm. It started off a shapeless, blackened blob. But he continued whispering. Carving into the arcane illusion. He worked rapidly, cutting off chunks from the dark and pulsating illusion. Soon, it began to take shape. He spoke clearly, in his language of the arcane, adding splotches of color to the illusion. Soon, he had the visage of a [url=https://i.gyazo.com/f57cd85e77028dcf8363b70918796f9b.png]Kitsune[/url] and a [url=https://i.gyazo.com/a45ec051ab2f0860d46828a261f564c0.png]wolf.[/url] He merged the two together.

And he flickered between the two. One mercy, one revenge. A live experiment. Something he’d need to do. One would heal, one would maul, and he would let it loose into the world to see what it did. To see what those between the stones of mortal and demigod would do when left to their own devices. But first, he needed to create it. And that power, to carve a new being, was not a power he had.

He awaited the return of the goddess, illusion in hand, still ever flipping between the two.

Ilunabar had completely forgotten how much Toun’s white ocean had changed in the landscape. In the end, most of her maps were rendered useless. Surely it would be very to tell Lazarus there is a nice discrete cave in a certain mountain, just for him to find out that the whole place was razed to the ground by Toun. Nevertheless, she grabbed a couple of maps from her archives, all up to date.

[color=ec008c]“Lazarus, I’m back.”[/color] She said, bringing about 20 sheets under her arm, before depositing them on a little crystal table.

[color=ec008c]“Oh?”[/color] She said, now noticing what the demi-god was doing. [color=ec008c]“What is that? Some sort of illusion.”[/color]

[color=red]“An illusion, yes. Something I’ve been planning. The world is fraught with darkness and evil, wouldn’t you agree? Chaos hordes ravaging across the world. An embodiment of sin planning to rule the world. Plagues, fighting tribes. So many different things. So I’m curious as to what would happen if I were to plant a drop of peace into it. See what waves it makes. Study it. Would you be interested in assisting me?”[/color] He said, still holding the illusion as he went to survey the maps.

[color=ec008c]“Well, I have to confess I do not follow this whole duality of peace and evil.”[/color] but, it was a good chance to approach the Demi-God. [color=ec008c]“But, I am also a supporter of those who are curious, so yes, I will help you with this project.”[/color]

He opened his toothy maw in a facsimile of a smile, holding out the illusion. [color=red]“You see, my plan is this. There are two sides to the same person. One merciful, and one wrathful. The merciful one heals the weak. The wrathful kills the ravagers, the looters, the pillagers. I’m curious as to how this would affect the tribes in the area we drop this person into. The wolf is wrath. The Kitsune is mercy.”[/color] he separated the two, showing both the wolf and the Kitsune at the same time. [color=red]“The switch should happen immediately. The person should have little control over it. Let nature take its course.”[/color]

Ilunabar stared at it for a minute, before bringing the illusion out of his side and into her palm. [color=ec008c]“Interesting project, I do have similar ideas, but I took a different path.”[/color] She commented, before pressing her other hand against her palm.


Suddenly a bright light started to be emitted from between her hands. It kept getting more intense, and at one point one could hear and odd noise coming from it. Then, finally, it all stopped, and the light was “sucked” back into where the illusion was being held.

[color=ec008c]“And done.”[/color] The Muse opened her hand to reveal the illusion had been turned into a crystalline figure. With a little movement of her hand, she weaved a string out of the glass figure, turning it into a necklace. 

[color=ec008c]“Give this amulet to a mortal, and he will turn into the hero you seek.”[/color]

Taking the amulet, he nodded. [color=red]“Thank you. But first,”[/color] he tightened his grip on the amulet, whispering arcane words into it, before returning to speaking, [color=red]“I had to put in an arcane link. So that I may spy upon whoever wears the amulet. Such is necessary for one such as me who cannot simply spy upon another traditionally.”[/color] with a few swift motions, and some quiet words, his journal box popped open, the blessings and curses held within changing dizzyingly. He dropped the amulet it, closed the box, and whispered the arcane words to relock it. He then looked at the maps again.

[color=ec008c]“Did you find any interesting place on the map? I could take you wherever you want”[/color] she informed.

She was very curious about the language that Lazarus used, so far Ilunabar had been the safe keeper of most mortal languages, but she had never guessed another god would move on to create his own. Now, however, was the time to get close to the Demi-God, so trying to study the mystical language was completely out of limits.

He looked over the maps, tracing his armored gauntlet about the papers. [color=red]“Interesting. I can almost pinpoint where I first became a Demigod. However, I am curious as to how it came to be this way. Have you any older maps?”[/color] He returned his eyeless view to Ilunabar.

[color=ec008c]“Ah, the older stuff?” [/color]Surely she had lots of those, far too many to bring, actually. But it was a reasonable request, and it made sense for him to be curious about the geological past of the planet. [color=ec008c]“Sure, I will look into it. Give me a moment.” [/color]And again, she left for the interiors of her atelier.

Seizing his chance, he quietly stepped off to the side, seeking something that had grabbed his attention while talking to the muse, a report of some kind. He knew he didn’t have the time to look over it fully, so instead he reached his hand over it and whispered arcane words. An illusory set of blessings and curses began to rise from the pages as he created his own copy. He unlocked his journal box once again, whispering the words necessary to suck the print inside. He then shut the box, locked it, and returned to his position at the maps.

This time, Ilunabar returned with a large pile of sheets and sketches. [color=ec008c]“There is a lot here,”[/color] she said, as she placed it all on the floor instead of the table. [color=ec008c]“But truly, it’s the planet’s entire geological history. Well, it is not perfect, but it should help, if you have the interest.”[/color]

He strode about the room, looking at the various maps. [color=red]“I’m noticing a common theme here. The maps, the first ones, they seem.. Aesthetically pleasing. And then there’s a sudden dip in quality. And the newest maps? A sudden jump. Were these maps made by the same person?”[/color]

Ilunabar stared at the Demi-God. [color=ec008c]“Huh?”[/color] she tilted her head [color=ec008c]“Anyway. Is this enough? Have you found somewhere to stay in Galbar? There are other gods that could help you, but I feel like creating new land will bring Amartia’s attention.”[/color]

He nodded. [color=red]“Indeed, it would. I would rather like to have a fertile valley in the Ironheart Range to myself, but first, I feel we should go a bit north of the steppes to give the amulet to a mortal. I would rather not do it nearby Amartia or within my grasp. Amartia would undoubtedly corrupt or kill the subject, ruining the experiment, and I would affect the results by being nearby.”[/color]

[color=ec008c]“I believe a cave near the valley of peace would a good point. Furthermore, should a threat arise, Niciel would be close by.”[/color] Ilunabar commented. [color=ec008c]“So, ready to fly again? Or is there anything else I could provide you?”[/color]

[color=red]“This is more than enough, thank you. Shall we get to flying?”[/color] He responded, holding out his hand to be led along through the sky once again.
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[center][h2]The Journal of the Blind Seeker[/h2][/center]

Recently moved into a new valley, a small one, yet fertile. A few creeks, not too cold. Trees here and there. Near the Valley of Peace, too, should I require the services of those that dwell there. Have begun setting up in a nearby cave. Can divine the location and see through the eyes of the mortal we uplifted thanks to the arcane link. Good. Will keep a close eye on them while I work on my other experiments.

First thing’s first, reading this print I took. After that, I will have to begin on that god detection device. Too many times I have been snuck upon. They could be watching me now. Planted the fruit seeds. Thanks to the intervention of Ilunabar, the fruit I planned for a long journey should sustain me until the trees are grown. Given that they grow fast enough, of course.

It’s time to get to work.
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