[center][h1][color=lightblue]A H M E N O P H U S[/color][/h1][/center]

[center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i] Present[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]Inner Sanctum - Heka - The City of Aaru[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]None[/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/center]
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Mana...ever flowing, ever changing. With each new spell cast the flow changes showing new and amazing things. Standing at the precipice of the ever flowing river was Ahmenophus who guards the flow and creator of magic. His keen eyes peered through the depths as his mind raced with the possibilities of the pantheon. The gods were moving again after ten thousand years and it seems that some have remained missing.

Something pulled at his mind however, something told him that he was not the first God of Magic and the voices in his head kept pulling and tugging at him. As the voices grew louder the pool of mana became more and more unstable. These voices had been plaguing the Prime Magician and were tied to a rhythm that could not be explained. If something wasn't done soon he feared that he would fall into [color=purple][b]M A D N E S S[/b][/color].

[color=blue][b]”My liege...a moment if you would?”[/b][/color]

The sudden addition to his sanctum drew Ahmenophus back from the brink of his own mind as his personal vizier flowed into the room. Amr, if he remembered correctly. A djinni of surprising intellect and capability came and interrupted the gods train of thought.

[color=lightblue][b]”Hmm...yes Amr?”[/b][/color]

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[center][h1][color=fdb813]A P O L I O S[/color][/h1][/center]


[center][hr][INDENT][sup][COLOR=silver][b]TIME:[/b] [i]Unknown[/i] | [b]LOCATION:[/b] [i]The White Hall[/i] | [b]INTERACTION:[/b] [i]All Gods in Attendance[/i][/COLOR][/sup][/INDENT][/center]
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Ringing...that awful sound echoed in his head for so long that he almost forgot that the world had other sounds in it. All at once there he stood in front of the golden gates unaware of how or when he got to this place. As he gazed upon his reflection he saw, much to his surprise, a face within the light he projected.

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Oddly satisfied with his new appearance he continued he continued further into the White Hall. As he joined his brothers and sisters in the meeting hall he was surprised to find them all in one place. Before he had a chance to speak to his kin, the doors opened unto the miraculous collection of all things divinity. Wandering around the hall he was instantly drawn to the light that was unmistakably Hyperion's. His friend, the long lasting effect of the Sun's brilliance. 

He did not see his friend among the gathered which made his heart sink. He hoped that all was well. Finally unable wait any longer Apolios spoke,

[color=fdb813][b]”It seems as if time itself has been written out here. Who would have such power?”[/b][/color]

The ticking sound drew him closer, perhaps the answers were closer than he thought.