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The land flew by before him in a blur, all of it a simple streaks of green, and blue. He cared not for where he went, for his guilt was great and it clouded his mind with regret. The red haired girl was gone, and she would never return. She was dead, and he had killed her. He had tried to shove it aside, tried to bury it deep as deep as the Vault of Souls, but even that distraction was pointless in the end. It had done nothing but make him angrier. He needed to calm down, but his place of tranquility was but a cruel reminder of fate and so Orvus flew on, hoping to leave the part of him behind that cared. 

It did not work. 

And then suddenly, the flight was over as the god crashed into a mountain. The land shook in the explosion of rock and stone, as the air hissed. He found himself shooting out on the other side, but he did not care. For his physical pain clouded his mind of his emotional toil. More rocks and stone split as he began to slow down, carving a deep trench within the earth. Part of the mountain began to break into rock, spewing forth like a black lava as it tumbled down the mountain side. Orvus did not care however, his mind screamed with pain, blessed pain. 

As the world around him returned to silence, a beating of wings filled the air. With it came dry and hot air and the sounds of something large. Several feet landed nearby with great thumps, then the sounds of sniffing followed. The steps grew closer, but Orvus did not move. Then at once, above the trench he was half buried in, a great eye loomed over. Reptilian, with curiosity. Etched with red, yellow and orange flakes, it was strangely alluring. It looked over him before moving away to reveal a great snout that sniffed, breathing him in. A tongue began to descend before it touched him, before instantly recoiling in pain. There was a scream as several wing beats of disgruntled fellows, followed by more screeching.

It was then that Orvus looked up his own body, and he saw what had caused the creature such pain. His ichor flowed from several gashes upon his chest and stomach. Even now they were beginning to heal, but something about another creature taking his ichor without permission irked him in the strangest way. In a flash, he erupted from the hole. The world before him revealed several of the dragons, their bodies screaming of Sartravius. Then he spotted the one who trampled with pain. He flew to it, and with a single strike, beheaded the creature before the others could even react. When the deed was done, their were several hisses followed by stares of malice. Orvus turned around, only to be struck down by a claw. The dragon managed to tear into an already opened wound, reversing the healing process as his white ichor stained the claw. Then he felt fire wash over him, several fires in fact, but Orvus stood regardless and with a grunt, he tore into the dragon that had clawed him. First he ripped off it’s wing, and as the creature buckled with pain, he tore out it’s tongue before slamming it’s head into the ground with a sickening crunch. 

Having seen this, several began to flee but this only drove Orvus to further anger. He cursed as the brave ones descended upon him. But Orvus was intent on enacting punishment. So he willed it with a free hand.

And so it was.

Seven dragons fell to the ground in heaps of writhing flesh. The screamed in pain as their bodies blackened, as their claws and fangs grew sharper, as their alluring eyes fell to but pinpricks of [url=https://i.imgur.com/k7mWhHT.png]scarlet.[/url] Their screams turned to rage, as one by one they stood up, turning gazes of malice in the direction of the other dragons. Then with flames of crimson, they began to fly at the other dragons. A chaotic battle ensued as most abandoned the god before them, turning on their kin. Where fire met fire, the world exploded in the heat of destruction. Only one dragon was defiant enough to face Orvus, a bright red thing with golden eyes. It snapped at him time and time again, like a savage who hungered for blood. It drove Orvus mad, and with a single blow he would have made it’s head into mincemeat, but he paused, a dark thought coming to mind. He then hit it, but with less power, knocking the creature out cold, it’s defiance would cost it dearly. 

Then Orvus turned to the dance of dragons above him, and saw how the Desolate Ones, held the upper hand as they tore their cousins limb from limb. But Orvus was not yet done, and he turned his attention to the ones he had slain himself. Their bodies would suffice, they who had sought ichor. He walked over the one who’s head he had shattered and began to tear apart the scales, skin and flesh. Stripping them in great lengths as he coated himself in crimson. When the dragon laid flayed and desecrated, he went to other and began to repeat the process as the last of the red dragons died in the sky. When it was done, he willed the stripped flesh to take shape.

From the flesh of the old, came something new. Snakes took form, in various sizes but all of which looked the same. Their scales were black, with red streaks in a vertical pattern across the length of the body. Their heads were arrow shaped and wide, full of pointy little teeth with four longer ones in the middle. One pair on the upper jaw, the other on the lower. Long barbed tongues flickered with life as dragon-like eyes gazes up at him. 

[color=black]”You are the Dust Eaters. Go.”[/color] and he pointed down the mountain the green jungle beyond. Then he found himself in silence, and he turned around to see the Desolate dragons split into pairs, flying off in different directions. All that remained were corpses, and the one who defied him. 

He walked over to the unconscious dragon, taking from his almost healed wound a great amount of ichor, and with his free hand he opened the mouth of the dragon and poured his divinity into it. He wanted to watch it suffer, to know pain like he knew it. He wanted it to know just how meaningless it was compared to him. And as he watched it come alive, Orvus realized what he had done, far too late. His anger was quenched as he realized he had overreacted, letting his anger over Silver cloud his judgment. But now, it was far too late to let the dragon go. No, it was time for mercy. He raised his hand to strike the beast, but before he could deliver the fateful blow, the dragon began to change.

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The pain was immense as the dragon writhed against the stone which it lay. The creature felt its body twist and change; the scales that once burned a brilliant red slowly changed to an iridescent gold, his snout slowly retracted into its skull and its wings tore and stretched itself to adjust for the being it was becoming. As it once again slammed into the stone, its mind exploded with conscious thought. So much knowledge and information being poured into its mind was overwhelming and it almost drove him to the brink of insanity, until he saw it. As he looked around and saw the flow of some golden substance, he knew that instinctively that it was Mana. 

As he turned his attention further he realized that the golden "Mana" was being engulfed by another. It was a torrent of crimson energy which ebbed and flowed like water always agitated, always moving. The being at the center of this mass bore a strange expression that the dragon could not seem to fathom, sadness and despair. As he rose to meet this individual he couldn't help but think that there was something about him that not moments ago drove him to stare at him and give that expression but he couldn't put a talon on it. 

As he went to speak he realized that he didn't know anything about himself; his name, his past or who this individual was. And suddenly, as if struck by some divine inspiration a name came to his mind and all he could muster was,

[color=gold]"I am Ikarus...who are you?"[/color]

The being before him stood still for a moment, as if a great weight held him down. The silence, overwhelming between the two. Then he at last, he blinked and said, [color=black]”I am Orvus.”[/color] he said impassively as his glowing eyes stared holes into Ikarus.

[color=gold]"Or...vus. Did you, create me?"[/color]

The words stumbled out his mouth as the idea seemed ridiculous to him. Ikarus had memories of his life before this moment, but they seemed so distant and hazy in his mind. His eyes glanced over the area where they stood and witnessed the carnage from some great battle. Almost instantly an uneasy feeling washed over Ikarus as his gazed met with the glowing void that was his creator,

[color=gold]"Was...there a battle here? And where are the others? I remember my brood nested here...where are they?"[/color] 

The feeling magnified as they stood facing each other, Ikarus unable to tear his gaze away for concern of his life.

The being before him said nothing after his first question. He simply stood still and his gaze was unwavering. After the second question, the God shifted his gaze, looking around at the corpses.

[Color=black]"They are dead or changed, now gone never to return."[/color] he said coldly.

The words hung heavy in the air. His heart, while saddened by the news couldn't feel true despair or sorrow. That life had left and Ikarus was born. A fleeting ember of gold passed by his eye as Ikarus began to wonder more about this person, 

[color=gold]"So if you created me then that makes you my father...for all intents and purposes. Does that make you a god?"[/color]

The question felt silly to ask but the obvious had to stated to move past and start anew. Looking towards the hole in the mountain he stared out upon the vast landscapes and saw the flowing rivers of gold coming from every direction.

[color=gold]"So if your a god, what do you know about all of this?"[/color]

The god followed Ikarus’ gaze and said, [color=black]”I am a god and you are of me, my son. This place is Galbar, before you is the life the other Gods have thought fit to create.”[/color] the words came, oblivious to the true nature of what was asked.

[i]'Galbar…'[/i]

This place made sense now. A vast creation of a pantheon vast beyond his understanding. As the gold swirled about the only thing that came mind was, 

[color=gold]"Mana...this is mana."[/color]

He didn't quite understand it yet but this swirling energy was a source of great power and it's mysteries needed to be unlocked, harnessed somehow he just wasn't sure how. Turning back to Orvus he eyed his "Father" and really took him into perspective. A deity of shadows the weight of the world sat heavily on him as even now the glowing sockets seemed heavy with sadness. The carnage around him showed just how powerful a god was as his brood were no small feat to kill. His Mana was unlike any other that he saw as the torrent of scarlet overpowered everything else around it.

[color=gold]"Father what do you know of Mana? Since you created me that word has been pervading my mind and I have to know what it is. Surely the gods know what it is."[/color]

[color=black]”Mana?”[/color] Orvus said, for once sounding confused. [color=black]”What are you talking about? What is it that you see?”[/color] he inquired to Ikarus.

[color=gold]"Everything. As far as the eye can see nothing but a sea of gold flowing like water…"[/color]

Ikarus slowly turned to face his Father and the overwhelming presence that he wielded.

[color=gold]"...except for you. Your Mana is flooding this place with what seems like a never ending storm of scarlet. If you don't know would there be another god who would? Surely one of the divine has heard of Mana."[/color]

He turned back to the scenery around him. If the gods haven't heard of this does that mean he was the only one who knew or even see it? Then what did that make him. He had to find out. 

[color=gold]"I must discover why I can see this force and what purpose it serves."[/color]

Orvus squinted as if trying to see what Ikarus beheld. After a moment, he began to shake his head. [color=black]”I have never heard of this mana, before.”[/color] he paused in thought, [color=black]”But this world is mysterious, and beyond even what even God’s know, save the Architect himself.”[/color] he then walked forward, closer to Ikarus and outstretched his hand. 

[color=black]”Show me.”[/color] he stated.

Unsure of what to do at that moment Ikarus grabbed hold of the hand and felt a shift in power. In that moment the two linked and shared in vision what was now Ikarus' normality. Out towards the landscape a gentle sea of gold flowed through the world unmoved by wind or nature but simply flowed as if driven by some purpose known only to it and it's creator. In a moment of curiosity Ikarus held out his other hand and thought about fire. A simple ball of flame. Almost instantly a ball of searing fire erupted in his hand and was quickly dismissed by a startled shaking of the hand. Now in awe and amazement Ikarus knew the purpose which Mana served. 

[color=gold]"Father!, did you see that! I was able to conjure fire! This must be the purpose of Mana, to fuel such power!"[/color]

Orvus blinked, his eyes taking on a golden hue as he view the world of mana. Whether or not he was surprised by a such a thing, he did not show, but looked around nonetheless as if studying it. He raised a hand, looking to his own scarlet color, then blinked again and let go of Ikarus. The god cocked his head at Ikarus and said, [color=black]”Yes… Power and potential, my child. This is most interesting to witness. This mana even escaped my view, but now, I see. It seems the Architect did not tell us everything.”[/color] he paused then said, [color=black]”Go on, do something else. Let us see what this mana is capable of.”[/color]

At the nudging of Orvus Ikarus turned his gaze back towards the mountain and closed his eyes to focus his energy on it. He could feel the stubbornness of its mana and the natural resistance to change. "Grabbing" the Mana from afar Ikarus felt the rumble from the earth as the mountain began shaking and finally with a burst of overwhelming willpower his eyes burst open radiating a brilliant gold and rendered the peak of the mountain from its base. As he watched the peak fall to the ground below karus' body gave out and he fell to the floor completely drained from his exertion.

The God watched, his face blank as the peak of the mountain fell with thunderous noise. He turned to Ikarus and floated to stand in front of him once he saw the demigod upon the ground. He made no move to help him but said, [color=black]"Impressive, Ikarus. Mana has much potential and you will be the one to unlock its secrets. This I know."[/color] Then Orvus reached out and pulled Ikarus up by the forearm. As he did so, he imbued him with everything he knew of the gods, their names and spheres, the mortals that he had seen and then finally his sisters, Arya and Laurien. He showed Ikarus their faces but nothing more.

[Color=black]"If you ever meet Arya and Laurien, teach them and they will teach you."[/color] he said.

With this sudden imbuement of knowledge Ikarus knew his mission. He had to understand this force and master this power that had been granted him. The knowledge of his sisters brought an interesting idea to learn from those who had come before him. Turning to Orvus he said,

[color=gold]"I will...Father. The next time we meet I will have mastered Mana and will teach you. Until then."[/color]

Ikarus unfurled his wings and with a mighty beat he took off into the horizon in search of Mana, not knowing when he would see his Father again. The god gave a simple nod, then looked around at the carnage, bowing his head.

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[*]Our origin story open with Orvus lost in thought over Silver, flying super duper fast
[*]He crashes into a mountain as a consequence and cuts himself pretty badly.
[*]A group of dragons appear to investigate. A fight Ensues as one tastes his ichor and Orvus doesn’t like that. His ichor is pretty messed up and starts eating away at said dragon.
[*]Orvus mutates several dragons, and they fight each other as he takes two dragons corpses and creates a species of snake.
[*]He then decides to torture a dragon who defied him in the battle, by forcing feeding it his ichor. He regrets this action and goes for the killing blow as an act of mercy, but the dragon has other plans.
[*]Ikarus is then created
[*]He sees Mana for the first time
[*]Discusses life/discovers Orvus
[*]Pulls down the peak of a mountain.
[*]Ikarus then leaves to discover more about Mana, leaving Orvus alone.
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Orvus;
0MP/0FP
-1MP (Discounted to 0 through Desolation Port) to create Dust Eaters. An extraordinary but unintelligent species. A species of snake native to the Dragons Foot. Their bite is highly dangerous, literally turning the infected tissue to dust if not eaten over a slow period of days.

Free action to mutate dragons, creating the sub species named Desolate Dragons. They are far more aggressive than normal, black in appearance with beady red eyes, claws and teeth very sharp, and they shoot scarlet fire out of their mouths. 

Ikarus;
2MP & 4FP

-2MP to pull the peak of a mountain down in the Qiangshan MNTS. 

0MP & 4FP

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