[center][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] 2 MP, Level 3[/center] Mortals are such complacent creatures. Sin knew of such a fact long ago, but he never truly understood such a nature until now. He and the Victors had spent days traversing the frozen tundra, an experience he never wished to relive. There was no colour in the tundra, only white, a giant blank sheet. The knowledge that precious flowers and grass seeds once slept beneath the thick blanket, waiting for the long dark winter pass irked him. Though the night seemed never ending and the bitterness bit harder with every passing hour. Both him and the Victors were thankful to the gods for the change of not only scenery, but climate. Amartía had happened to stubble his way into more tolerable conditions, the forest. The forest was ancient. The trees thick and old, roots that were twisted. It might once have been filled with bird-songs and animals that roamed. But now it was ages past its former glory. It's canopy was so dense that he could only see the occasional streak of sunlight that rarely touched the forest floor. It was at this point during thier arduous trek, that a female Victor by the name of [url=http://t00.deviantart.net/r9qGZzZLyc6J6Gg3-P7LUIsymZg=/fit-in/700x350/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre01/251d/th/pre/i/2012/143/3/d/female_warrior_by_warnerator-d50wd71.jpg]Aviyah[/url] approached him. [b]"My lord, my brother and sisters have grown weak, and hunger for food. Please, allow them to rest and hunt."[/b] she begged. Amartía glanced at the haggard group of Victors who followed him. They were but flies compared to thier former glory. These weren't the Victors that invaded [b]his[/b] home. With this in mind, he relented. [color=Crimson]"Rest."[/color] Amartía grumbled, turning away from the Victors. [b]"Thank you lord."[/b] she murmured as she turned to address the Victors. Her commands were short and precise, leaving no one without a job to do. Even the spiders were to be caged. Amartía was duly impressed. Unfortunately, he was in constant question of there loyalty. True he shackled thier souls, but they were a Divine Order, formerly led by what he believed to be the strongest of the gods. Were they in search for a new leader, a new deity to led them? It was if they were a lost puppy who clung to any man that walked past them. He pitted them, they would never be the same again, not under his rule. Amartía turned away from the camp and ventured deeper into the forest, searching for a place to think. There was so much information to process. How to make use of what he had just acquired? What state was his city in? Why or how long had he been kidnapped for? Most questions were meant for others to answer, but there were valid questions none the less. Sin, lost in thought, wandered throughout the forest, no longer interested in the scenery, at least until the laughter of playing children awoke him. In a clearing sat a settlement of humans, all who held thier own place in the world. While many would have examined thier outward appearance, Amartía looked inward and examined thier treacherous hearts. The human heart was a palace of desire, a catalyst for sin. This is were Amartía found his first target. Excited, Sin planned. Amartía rarely took the time to entice mortals to commit heinous acts, so he savored the opportunity and process involved. At a lose, Amartía climbed a tree over looking the village in search of an idea. This is when Amartía noticed a snake on the adjacent tree. It was wrapped against the branch, ever so still. That gave Amartía an idea. Amartía reached for his birthright, calling to the Chaos that forced him into this world. Instantly, reality distorted, screaming and screeching, curling and coiling, turning and withering. Like a potter forming clay, Amartía molded the chaos to his hearts desire. Slowly, the vile red aura became solid and elongated, organs formed, a heart began to beat, scales formed and fangs grew. Amartía's creation was long and slender, but was red in color, matching him perfectly . The serpent coiled around its creators arm, tasting the air with its forked tongue. [color=Crimson]"You are an offspring of Chaos, the vile serpent of the void, my brother, and child. Go on, and warp the world just as chaos does."[/color] Amartía cooed. Obediently, the legless reptile crawled down his arm and down the tree towards the village. The slender serpent slithered silently, its scaly skin shimmering in the sunlight as its tongue occasionally flicked out to taste the fear in the air. It was on a mission. Sneakily, the snake made its why into a hut, finding a hole in the back wall. The hut was cramped, seemingly housing up to seven family members. But only one was present. Near the door stood a tall rugged man, years of adventure and work weathered into his face. One may have expected to see a kind smile on the face of the family man, instead, rage was etched into his leathery face. His eyes was rage filled, and a blade was held high over his head, all directed right at the serpent. [color=Crimson]"Why do you raissse your hand up againsssst me?"[/color] the snake jeered. The man jumped, surprised. [b]"You can speak?!"[/b] he gasped. [color=Crimson]"Who told you I could not?[/color] the snake coed. [b]"I never knew…[/b] the man slurred, confused. [color=Crimson]"Of courssse not, you didn't bother to assssk. Now ssit, you seem to have many things on your mind."[/color] the snake becked. The man obliged, taking a seat next to the serpent, but remained cautious, blade in hand. [color=Crimson]"Now, what botherszz you?"[/color] the snake knew of the mans problem. [b]"You, a serpent, are here to help me?"[/b] the man gurgled. [color=Crimson]"I am a messenger of the godsss. A problem sssolver. A helper of mortals. Aszzk of me anything, and it ssshall be told to you."[/color] the serpent instructed. [b]"A messenger of the gods?"[/b] the murmured in awe. [b]"Well, if you are of the gods. I am an adventure by heart and profession. Soon, life caught up to me and I was forced to marry my bequeathed. She is a loyal woman, but she is not for me! I need a real woman, an adventurer like me![/b] the man explained. The snake remained silent. [b]"There is a woman, of warrior descent. She is as skilled a huntsman as I am, as beautiful as a calm ocean on a full moons night. Here voice is but a sirens call, and her scent excites me at every moment."[/b] he sighed lustfully. [color=Crimson]"Ahh there isss your problem. You have fallen for yet another woman have you not."[/color] the snake cooed. The man nodded solemnly. [b]"I fear I have fallen for her. Her body calls to me. I wish for her at every passing moment, but I am married! And am a father of seven. I am a loyal man, to them, and to my morals. I have approached the elders, but I was told to watch my heart. What do I do? "[/b] the man sighed. Finally, the man let his guard fall, his shoulders sagging as his blade fell to the floor. For a few moments, the serpent was silent, but soon, with a hiss, the snake spoke. [color=Crimson]"Have you heard of the Forbidden Tree?"[/color] the snake began. [color=Crimson]"There wasss once a man, who enjoyed the food of the forest. Applesss, berriesss, oranges. But one day, the man grew tired of szzuch fruits, and craved the fruit of the Forbidden Tree, the tree in which the elderszz warned against eating from it, even touching the fruit was a crime. It was the fruit of the gods. The man craved to taste it oh so much. So, the man took from the tree, and it was the best fruit he had ever eaten. It was soft but firm, sweet but juicy. In that moment, he became a god himself, and ascended to the heavens."[/color] the snake proclaimed. The man was astounded. [b]"Does such a tree exist today?!"[/b] [color=Crimson]"Oh no, but that iss not the moral of my illustration. The man hungered for what was forbidden, and that disobedience led to godhood. The huntress of your dreams is that forbidden fruit, and if you simply take it, you will be rewarded with sssatisfaction."[/color] the snake goaded. The man frowned, the serpents twisted logic was getting to the man. It knew how to tickle the ears of mortals, and his words were succeeding in doing just that. [color=Crimson]"You are ssstill hesssitant to take what you luzzzst after? Hmm. Here, go to her, lay down with her, and impregnate her. That way, your wife must accept her into your household."[/color] the snake advised. The man slowly nodded, his lust blinding his clearer judgment. [b]"Yes… yes. Thank you Messenger! Praise be the gods!"[/b] the man bubbled. [color=Crimson]"Call me, The Solver."[/color] the snake hissed, watching as the man jumped to his feet. The man hadn't heard the serpent, his lust had gotten the best of him. In a few moments, he would commit a heinous act never before performed; Adultery. The Solver, satisfied, left the hut, and returned to his master. [hider=Summorino/Might Usage] -Sin and the Victors traverse the Tundra but eventually stumble upon a forest. -After days of nonstop travel, they eventually decide to rest and Sin goes off alone to think. -This leads him to find a human settlement in which he decides to mess with. -Sin creates a snake from chaos (1 MP) in which he uses to communicate with a mortal. -The snake presents itself as a god send and send the man along a path to sin. -(This is a 3 part (maybe) series on the introduction and the mortals reaction to the sin; Adultery.) -Amartía hits Level 3 (4 MP) [/hider]