[centre][img]http://i.imgur.com/KtaFYg7.png[/img] [colour=black][i][b]The Timeless One, The Celestial Above, Vicegerent of Fate, Guardian of the Timeline, Master of Creation, Lord of Time[/b][/i][/colour] Level 3 God of Creation (Time) 9 Might 6 Freepoints & [colour=olive][i]The Bard[/i][/colour] Level 3 Demigod of Art (Music) 8 Might [at least 670] Worshippers & [img]http://txt-dynamic.static.1001fonts.net/txt/b3RmLjEyOC5lN2ViZTYuUVcxaGNuVERyV0UsLjA,/old-type-personal-use.regular.png[/img] [color=gray][i][b]Sin, The 7 Sins, The Sinner, Pride, Gluttony, Wrath Envy, Sloth, Lust, Greed[/b][/i][/color] [hider=Summary]While moping around on Chronos awaiting the end of his Timeline, Vowzra suddenly sees a new, rather sinister force, altering the Timeline 'Tis Sin! He speaks with The Bard and sends him, at the head of the Vowzra's Victors [they've been around for a fair few millenia now xP, -4 Might] to take 'im down (there are 670 Victors in total: 3 Treeminds, 231 humans, 313 hain, 123 Lifprasillians) Mighty battle ensues and Sin is kidnapped and taken to Chronos Bard kills the Six remaining Sins and they all return to Chronos Vowzra: 5 Might 6 Frepoints remaining[/hider][/centre] Seated within the tree, Vowzra turned the leaves of the Record once more. He had read it again and again over the endless centuries, yet never did it lose its novelty, and something within it affected him more deeply than he cared to know. Something about this fiery prophetess, this rejected Ely... The book shut very suddenly and the Lord of Time looked up in realisation. What was this that unfolded before him? What was this that he now Saw? [colour=black][i]'Perhaps...'[/i][/colour] he muttered to himself, [colour=black][i]'perhaps he is behind the end of my...'[/i][/colour] the old man got up and made his way back to the Cube, where he sat and meditated on what he could now See. Who was this...this Amartía. Where had he come from? The god looked within the Cube and investigated his history, but the strange creature's inception began with Vestec...and not even that. Vestec merely unleashed it. It was not even a god, or a demigod at that, but it was not a mere mortal either. No...it was far more than that. And it was building up its dark little nest and preparing itself for exploits most obscene. [colour=black][i]'Come to me, Bard, and call on the Victors.'[/i][/colour] When they had all gathered before him, Vowzra inspected them for a while. There stood The Bard, Guardian of Chronos and the Cube, Caretaker of the Victors. For these many eons had he watched over them and honed them that they would be well-prepared when destiny finally called. Yet never had Vowzra anticipated that destiny would call them now - indeed, he had been saving them for that meeting between Vestec's final horde and the forces Teknall had gathered up. But all that seemed so irrelevant now, now that he could See some more. This Sin seemed a far more imminent threat than even the Jvanic Entity - and who knew, perhaps this creature was the very reason behind the abrupt end of his Timeline. [colour=black][i]'On the western shores of the White Ocean, a toxic entity has for long been growing, a wolfish creature hidden in the garb of a harmless sheep. Yet it is still young, and the damage and harm it is Fated to wreak can yet be nipped in the bud and lessened. You, my trusted son and Guardian of this Plane, and you Victors, you hallowed warriors. Go forth and bring me this cancerous thing, and bring down all it has built up,'[/i][/colour] at the god's words, the Victors raised their [url=http://santegantonbudokai.a.s.f.unblog.fr/files/2009/06/naginata.jpg]pole-swords[/url] into the air, and others raising their [url=http://pre15.deviantart.net/c22f/th/pre/f/2014/135/8/6/sword_of_ecthelion_by_horhesoloma-d7ign0c.jpg]viciously curved short-swords[/url] in a gesture of respect, understanding and obedience. The Bard did not seem at all pleased at the prospect of leaving Chronos, but his father seemed adamant that he do so. 'This creature is not a mere mortal,' he explained, 'its power is comparable to that of a demigod. Only you can face it and apprehend it,' and with that, the Lord of Time bid them all get into formation and link arms. They swiftly did as commanded, and once all were ready, he laid his hands upon them the shoulder of one of them and disappeared. Swiftly thereafter, the entire Order did likewise, and when the next appeared it was in the sky above Sin's great pyramid-citadel: Cipher. Rank by rank, the Victors descended into the large space before the Cipher's entrance, with a strange large stone calender to their backs, and The Bard at the helm, the warriors of Time raised their pole-swords and, with unbreakable discipline and calm, marched down the aisle of trees towards the pyramid, and let loose their primordial battle-cry - or perhaps it was even older than primordial. [B]'Victooors!'[/B] Burning rage hissed through Amartía's body like deathly poison, screeching a demanded release in the form of unwanted violence. It was like a volcano erupting; fury sweeping off him like ferocious waves. The wrath consumed him, engulfing his moralities and destroying the boundaries of loyalty. The past few hours had been euphoric and beautiful. He had lost himself in the pleasures of trickery, deceit, and power. He had sent Astarte away, hoping to do more research on the 5th. [b]He[/b] had told him about it, explained it, but getting it wouldn't be simple. Unfortunately, all sense of pleasure and enjoyment went out the window when his [i]eyes in the sky[/i] went berserk, alerting him to the presence of intruders. [color=Gray]"Who dare?"[/color] he murmured as he gestured for a near by guard. [color=Gray]"Alert the rest, formulate a militia to combat the intruders."[/color] Immediately, dozens of guards were called to arms, all pooling themselves at the entrance to meet the enemy. Clad in leather vests, linen skirts, Obsidian sickle swords in hand, and hide shield in the other, they faced the enemy, who screamed in unison. [B]'Xexeezz!'[/B] As the Victors advanced, The Bard looked up at the strange pyramid and inhaled deeply. What was this strange...aura that radiated from the place. It was not merely the aura of the creature, it was something far greater. It was not an entity at all, but an [i]energy[/i] of some kind. [colour=olive][i]'What are you harvesting here...'[/i][/colour] the demigod muttered as the first rank of Victors met the leather-clad foe. The obsidian sickles may have been effective against the rudimentary armours existing on Galbar, they and the leather armour may have meant that Xerxes boasted one of the most advanced military orders of the day, but they were as nothing before the warriors of the gods. They were as nothing before the Victors who were in spider-silk clad and with Chronos metal armed, and by the very god of Time blessed. The Amestrisian warriors, though they fought valiantly, were cut down like wheat before the sickle. They could not even near the first rank of Victors, who kept the enemies at bay with their pole-swords. Without so much as slowing in their advance, the Victors tightened their ranks and continued sowing death as they marched - ever onward towards the pyramid's entrance! Ever onward towards their Fated Foe. [color=Gray]"How? How? How? Who?!"[/color] he mumbled despondently, as his face began to crack once again. Who would dare? Who would dare kill his pets? The bastards. Woe to the one who called such forces upon him. Could it have been the demi-gods? Did they fear his power? No, no, it was the gods. THE GODS! Curse their meddling, their ceaseless hypocrisy ate at his very soul. It was always the gods, always the gods. Never could they rest of tormenting them. He would kill them all, kill them all. All the gods would die, he would rip them to pieces and feast on their corpses. And the Primordials, oh the Primordials. They would bow at his feet, he would make them. Crazed thoughts raced through Sin's mind as he sat on his throne, watching as his [i]pets[/i] were cut down mercilessly. At that moment, he made up his mind, they would go no further. Sin surrendered himself to his own sins. While on mortals, this would force them into a puppet-like state, on Amartía, it would turn him into a monster. All mortal beings had the ability to relinquish themselves to sin, to surrender themselves to their primal nature. That was sin. Primal desire. And Amartía unleashed it. Instantly, all those in his place would feel the weight of fear upon them. A shiver would go up their spines so to speak. Shatter. Amartía mask-like face shattered, revealing the demonic face of [url=https://encrypted-tbn0.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcQojTui2j6PUOXA5UoqO5jKsFKt4aUDoIDldWO-sDdjLQPDN0JP]Sin[/url]. At the same time, his body transformed, an all fronts. With a single, forceful stomp, he shattered the marble floor of his palace, creating a hole right over the invaders. Without a forethought, Amartía jumped through, landing with enough force to create a crater underneath him. The cracked heads of two invaders rested under his feet, brains and blood intermingling with Sin's now black skin. Instantly, Amartía went into a frenzy, holding nothing back. Each of Amartía's five senses had the option to be flipped into overdrive, bombarding his transformed mind with sensory information. The acuity of his eyes became astonishing, granting him the ability to see distances and details that few others could ever hope to experience. Amartía's ears became highly sensitive, able to pick up sound from miles away and even hear the heartbeat of an enemy who comes within a few hundred feet. His nose becames hyper-focused to a variety of odors, especially to blood, sweat, and endorphins, which allow sin to essentially read the bodily functions of his enemies, giving him knowledge as to their emotions and their level of fatigue. Even his sense of touch became superhuman; he could block out pain completely, feel vibrations through the air, and find pressure points on non-humanoid bodies through the pulsing of their veins. With this advantage, he was unmatched, dodging swiping blades as if he could see into the future. Grabbing hold of a fallen blade, he cut deeper through the ranks, cutting off heads, easily ducking under swiping spears and impaling his combatants. With his superhuman senses of sight, hearing, touch, and smell, Amartía's reaction time became unmatched. His awareness of his environment became almost supernatural, allowing him to both dodge attacks and find ways around defenses. Stabbing one warrior in the eye, he turned and launched a devastating kick in the abdomen of another, throwing the warrior into the wall. Another found his head to be crushed between his fingers before another's insides were nearly obliterated by a nasty fist to the gut. In addition to his enhanced senses, Amartía gained the ability to harness the incredible strength that comes with releasing one's grip on all restrictions, becoming a beast whose body fights not to survive, but to reach the top of the food chain and crush everything else underfoot. Suddenly, he was capable of ripping through material defenses with his bare hands and the tips of his weapons. Although he was far more skilled at dodging attacks, his newfound strength gave him the option of fighting straight through them, parrying techniques that would otherwise have been impossible for him to withstand. Amartía had become a logistical nightmare, and dozens would fall to him. But all of that was of little consequence to The Bard. Other than the fact, perhaps, that Sin was now even more sensitive to sound. As the strange being dashed through the ranks of Victors, a few notes rang out and the Victors quickly dispersed from around Amartía and made space for The Bard to face the creature. [colour=olive][i]'Loyal Victors now brought down Feel and see my searing frown Let your injury, your wound Close itself: you are not doomed To live once and quickly fade But are with more Time repaid: Arise, you warriors clad In Time; fight the wounds and pain Victors! Rise and fight again.'[/i][/colour] And as the song played out, those Victors who had been mortally wounded - but had not yet died - began regaining their vitality and their wounds, in obedience to the music's command, closed up. And those who had well and truly died melted away and disappeared. With that, The Bard commanded them to leave the wild creature to him and to fan out through Xerxes and brings its warriors and leaders of this unnatural cult low. The Bard turned to Sin and played a few more melodies. Though the ears were one effective conduit for channelling his music, The effects of The Bard's music affected the world itself, and that the music be heard by the target merely added to its potency. [colour=olive][i]'Come here, you tigresses whose masks have fallen loose Let your minds be filled with peace and therein sign a truce And let your fangs be put away and hang up them claws Shake your head from side to side and spruce up your paws You shan't need that rusty smell in the times of peace Or the stripes o' hot death, or the brain-matter grease Come, close 'em bloodshot eyes, and let us all dive deep 'Cause we all need some restin', we all need some sleep...'[/i][/colour] Just as Sin crushed the head of another Victor, the song of an intruder invaded his ears. Kill his leaders? Did they want to take his city too? The culprit would soon feel the fury of Sin. Unfortunately, it was him, who would be feeling anything. As he launched himself at Bard. His fist mere inches from its face, he found himself growing tired. Falling to the marble floor, he began to feel heavy, tired. His rage began to filter out, and was replaced with Sloth, unfortunately, a Sloth that wasn't of his control. [color=gray]"Mark . . . my . . . words, I will kill each, and everyone of you."[/color] he slurred, and with that, he spiraled into darkness. The now-wordless melody continued for some minutes afterwards as the place filtered of the Victors and the sounds of battle slowly seeped in from outside. When at last the melody came to an end, The Bard bent down and picked up the strange creature. It was, and there was no other way to describe it, really quite a disgusting little thing. [colour=black][i]'That it may be,'[/i][/colour] a voice sounded in his head, [colour=black][i]'but it is a dangerous, disgusting little thing,'[/i][/colour] and before The Bard a doorway in the Fabric of Existence opened, and Vowzra stepped out and took Sin from The Bards hands. [colour=black][i]'There are Seven major leaders to this cult, of whom only six remain. Root them out and bring them down, and all that this creature has built will come down with them,'[/i][/colour] and without further words, Vowzra disappeared back through the doorway, [colour=black][i]'but be swift, my son, lest greater foes detect you and the Victors.'[/i][/colour] Turning away, The Bard slowly began making his way up through the pyramid, seeking out the Six that his father had mentioned. The creatures were rather easy to identify, as the strange creature had somehow managed to empower them and imbue within them...certain characteristics. Of course, the fact that they were all conveniently huddled in the throne room also helped unveil the truth of who they were. Once more, The Bard's fingers travelled along his lute and another song rang out within the pyramid. And this one was far from calm. And this one was far from peaceful. [colour=olive][i]'Oh you huddled peaceables, who but yesterday waged war Death has come a-singing, a song for Sinful souls to soar And Death you see has many songs, but Sinful souls have one A song, igniting terrors, says "at last your life is done! "And I have come for you as surely as past Sinners knew, So recall well all you have done when held up to review." And so, oh huddled peaceables, let your souls now take flight And call up all your pleasures when faced with imminent plight.'[/i][/colour] And with that, the six remaining Sins let up their souls and were caught by the silent hand of Vowzra, and whisked away. The Bard called the Victors to him, and once they were all gathered in the throne room, linking arms as they had done before, the Lord of Time appeared once more, and with him, they disappeared. And all was silent. And all was still. And it was as though nothing had been.