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[center][sub][i][color=f6989d]Level 2 God of Life(Healing)[/color]
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[color=aba000]Elizer, Level 5 Hero[/color]
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[center][sub] "There was only this perfect sympathy of movement, of turning this earth of theirs over and over to the sun, this earth which formed their home and fed their bodies and made their gods . . . Some time, in some age, bodies of men and women had been buried there, houses had stood there, had fallen, and gone back into the earth. So would also their house, some time, return into the earth, their bodies also. Each had his turn at this earth. They worked on, moving together—together—producing the fruit of this earth".
 
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[sub][b] — Pearl S. Buck, The Good Earth[/b][/sub]
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The proclamation had ended as it had started; quickly. His voice reverberated throughout the great fortress, each passing echo shifted in timbre after the other until cessation. It was a 'spur of the moment' type ordeal, as the God was not one to be so verbose, instead terse. Ipeyr, somewhat embarrassed, took a moment to smooth his unwrinkled tunic and finally exit the fortress, stealing at glance at the austere grandeur of the stone building once outside. The protection it provided for the creations of this world was appreciated. 

And a salty draught of air came upon the god as he looked to the expansure of the sea and it's lowly lapping waves on the beach. The benevolent sun shone it's radiance to the transparent waters of the ocean and akin to the night's sky it sparkled with dazzling flecks of prismatic light upon it's surface. The alabaster white sands merging beautifully with the waters at he beach's apex.

[i][color=f6989d]And this[/color][/i]. He thought.[i][color=f6989d] Is the beauty of creation[/color][/i]

Whilst Ipeyr's eyes remained fixed on the landscape, Elizer had taken morbid curiosity in a rotting tree. It was of Pelegath's doing, felled and reduced to nothing more than fibrous pulp; with miniscule creatures darting to and fro from it's dank insides. He outstretched his hand to grace the callus exterior, and when no harm befell the extremity Elizer silently rejoiced. One of the creatures scurried up his hand, it examining Elizer and vice versa. No more than half the length of his pinky, the insect had the properties of a modest beetle and stygian coloration; each of the being's curiosity growing with each passing moment. 

[color=f6989d]"Rot"[/color]

The God has snuck up on the pair, Elizer startled, had jumped and thus the beetle scurried off. [color=f6989d]"Or Decay. The action which returns what was once living, now dead, to the earth; from whence it came. What is happening to that tree will happen to you, one day, Elizer. Life does have it's cessation, But even in Death, Life is created. For have you not witnessed the creations of brother borne from that Death?"[/color]

All Elizer could offer in response was an utter look of bewilderment, to which Ipeyr chuckled lightly. He'd learn in due time what his creator spoke of.

[color=f6989d]"And when you witness this, Decay, know that it is of my brother's doing. Pelegath. For it is he whom governs Death and Decay, the simplest process".[/color] He paused for a moment, thinking. He figured that he'd tell Elizer about some of his siblings. 

[color=f6989d]"And when the ability to move is found within your fear, That is Faliir weaving his influence throughout your soul. And when you witness the crackling vermilion flames on a hearth, feel the primordial power, the [i]Rage[/i] imbued within, know that is Grimloq's doing".[/color]

Elizer, seemingly showing some form of understanding looked to Ipeyr, and though wordless, from his being came a question; [i]And what of you?[/i]

[color=f6989d]"I am what you see now, Elizer. The trees, the insects, the very [i]grass[/i] you stand on. That Life you see is my doing"[/color]

Elizer understood most of what Ipeyr spoke, he too had been 'touched' by one of these beings, though one his creator failed to name. [color=f6989d]"Anywho....how are you, Elizer?"[/color]

No response.

[color=f6989d]"Oh..I forgot you can't talk yet...Sorry".[/color]

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Ipeyr and Elizer, sharing a 'Father Son' moment. He talks about his siblings some, so like his aunts or uncles? This 'family' is odd.
[s]I couldn't find a good quote so the previous was re-used[/s]
No might used.
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