[center] [img]https://i.imgur.com/fTD5yRH.png[/img] [/center] [hr] Orvus arrived back on Veradax shortly after his chance meeting with Li’Kalla. Now he floated above the Mar Tree, which by that point had greatly covered the valley in floating motes. They bounced about, waiting for something to happen. His thoughts were dark, clouded with choices and decisions that needed to be made. Kalmar, as much as he hated to admit it, was right. Orvus was justifying his continued existence by wanting to destroy everything, just so he could prolong the inevitable. He had said it himself best, he was a selfish being who didn’t want to die. He didn’t want to [i]die.[/i] He wanted to fade away in the nothingness. Was it the same? Perhaps, but he was faced with a great dilemma, when would he ever see it again? Most likely never, but there was a chance it could happen. Would he jump at the occasion? Or would he stay his hand, and hesitate? Only time would tell, but his deliberation on that topic eased his mind little. Then there was still the topic of his purpose. His siblings hated him already, their threats were apparent. Kalmar’s most of all. His brother would kill him if he kept on his current course, but what was his current course? Endless destruction until there was nothing left? Making that promise to Phystene felt so very long ago, almost like a distant memory. So much had changed since then, so much about himself had changed. Did he feel regret for what happened? An inkling perhaps... He had been so sure of himself, but now he was but hesitation. The Mar tree was primed and ready to stream into Galbar, but Orvus did nothing now but stare. Was it really what he wanted? Why was it so hard to think and make a decision? Why was it so difficult! Orvus fell to the surface of the moon, and began to beat it the rock with his fist. His eyes expressed anger, a profound sense of rage. He just wanted it to end! What was holding him back! And as Orvus crushed the rock further, he saw a life that never should have been his. Memories of a dream, his dream. That was what he wanted. To feel, to be happy. To know what compassion felt like and yet, the one person he knew could help him, he had cast out. Because he was afraid of what he wanted. Because unlike the finality of death, of fading away to nothingness, it was unpredictable. [i]Life[/i] was unpredictable. That was his fear and to overcome it, would be to change everything about himself. For better or for worse. And Orvus knew, that he couldn’t do it. Not yet. He was too broken. Too afraid. It was easier to be hated. But perhaps… perhaps he could try? He flew up, leaving the giant crater he pummeled below him. Now over the Mar Valley, he snapped his fingers and all at once, the motes began to circle above the tree, as the gateway on Veradax came overhead, it’s scarlet lightning the only source of light. And without further hesitation, the motes began to fly upwards, to Galbar. A pang of regret washed over him briefly, before dissipating as he moved his hand out before him. If his siblings were so set on him having a new purpose, and to maintain some sort of ‘balance’ then they would see this as necessary. Still, his gateway needed some sort of protection. Guardians, perhaps? And so Orvus moved his hand up to the clouds, and from it he pulled down a piece of lightning. It seemed to scream in defiance at being taken from its home, but Orvus did not care. With a flick of his wrist, the lightning changed, elongating, twisting and breaking into many long appendages. A large torso appeared, then a head with six scarlet coals. It’s mouth opened, revealing rows and rows of sharp teeth and then the creature screamed, erupting from its maw came a torrent of red energy. It broke free from Orvus and gazed down to look up it’s god. [color=black]”You are called the Gate Lord. Do your duty.”[/color] Orvus commanded, and so it was done. The massive creature took off, flying into the storm where it disappeared. But Orvus was unsatisfied. Something else ached to be created, to be given its own purpose. He flew down to the Mar tree, and broke off two branches. With these branches he flew up and once again floated before the Gate. He let go up both branches, but willed them to stay afloat. As he worked upon the branches, they grew larger, longer and twisted into a crown of spikes. A blackened body came forth, one at a time from either branch, twisting down into a tail. From the torso came four arms with terrible claws, and two legs. Both took feminine forms, as scales overtook their bodies. Four scarlet coals opened upon their faces, and then eight eyes looked down upon Orvus. [color=black]”You are Reapers, and you shall have many Spawn.”[/color] he looked to the right one, [color=black]”Azadine is your name,”[/color] Orvus said before looking over at the other one, [color=black]”Ansara is yours. Now go, Galbar awaits.”[/color] And the two creatures floated off towards the gateway, as silently as they had come into the world. Orvus was weary now, and tired. With things set in motion upon Veradax, he looked to Galbar once more and flew off to meet it. [hr] A short while later, he arrived in a place that felt familiar. A small island chain in the middle of the vast ocean, it was there he could feel the Orvium buried beneath the waves, but this was not what Orvus came for. He looked over each island, and even saw a strange cold one, but this did not interest him. He landed upon an island close to it, one that was fresh with land and fertile. Though he could not feel any of it, Orvus broke a stick from a tree, found a rock and then a vine. As he worked upon the materials, he came to a small clearing and there. He didn’t know what compelled him to do so, but perhaps he could start to feel something by… by growing something. And so he struck the ground with his makeshift hoe. [hr] Back at the gateway, Azadine and Ansara land in the Maelstrom’s waters. They briefly lock eyes, before swimming off in different directions. Azadine swims off towards Atokhekwoi, while Ansara swims in the direction of Pāṟa. All around them and throughout the storm, the motes begin to fly off in every direction, leaving the Gate Lord to fly around the Maelstrom’s eye. [hr] [hider=Summarino] Orvus is back on Veradax, overlooking the Mar Tree Valley, which is chalk full of motes. He took Kalmar’s words to heart, and is still crippled by indecision. As such he lets out some steam by leaving a sizable creator on the moon. As he punches rock he realizes what he really wants. He wants to be happy and feel, but is frozen by his fear of life and its unpredictableness. He realizes it was never about creation or destruction, but choice and purpose. He realizes he is much too broken and afraid to change right away, but he might try. Try to do both, creation and destruction. As such he sends the motes from the tree up to Galbar through the gateway, then creates the Gate Lord, to protect the Maelstrom from intrusion. Next he creates Two Reapers, Azadine and Ansara then tells them to go to Galbar and do their thing. Orvus then flies the Eye of Desolation and lands down upon a small island, next to the iceberg. It is there he begins to tend the land, wanting to feel something. [/hider] [hider=Might Expenditure] Orvus; -2FP spent to create the Gate Lord. Enhanced with Desolation Port. -2FP spent to create Azadine, A Reaper. 2FP = 1MP towards Soul Decay Port. -2FP spent to create Ansara, A Reaper. 2FP = 1MP towards Soul Decay Port. Started With: 0MP & 1FP Ended With: Portfolios: 10/10FP Towards Asteroids Unlock > Not Purchased 5/5 Towards [b]Soul[/b] Decay Unlock > Not Purchased [/hider]