[b][h1][center]Act Two, Scene One: Magic and Tragedy[/center][/h1][/b]

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Yamat was, unsure of where he had arrived, it was strange to say the least, it wasn’t Galbar that's for sure, as he didn’t recount a coliseum ever being created. The wide field in the center was sand like, and Yamat could see a variety of other portals farther off, other gods? Oh, there was a lot of them, his play was more crowded than he expected.  

Yamat took in the new scenery, it was empty at the moment, had the other gods not noticed? Or was he the last one to arrive? He pondered the questions silently. Until, they were answered.

It wasn’t Galbar, that was for sure. Qael observed the wonderfully large coliseum he arrived at. He arrived near one of his siblings. A masked figure dressed in gold. The masks conjured memories of the Reshut. Those first blessed with his teachings. He walked up next to him and said: [color=a187be][b]“Do you think it wants us to fight?”[/b][/color] He asked, referring to Lifeblood. Even though he asked the question, he showed no sign of hostility. Only curiosity.

Yamat jumped at the sudden voice, turning to look at the newcomer. Upon seeing it was another god, he calmed down somewhat [color=DAA520]“Oh, you’re another god.”[/color] He stated, before turning once more to the coliseum and answering the newcomer’s question: [color=DAA520]“I’m, not sure, it's certainly a strange place to pick as a meeting point for us all.”[/color] 

[color=a187be][b]“I think I [i]was[/i] a God. On Galbar.”[/b][/color] He said as he turned to Yamat. There was no way of knowing the two had come from the same realm. Perhaps there were as many Galbars as there were gods. Who was to know, in a place like this? [color=a187be][b]“Now I’m not sure what I am really. A creator removed from his creations.”[/b][/color] He mused with a somber tone. The whispers had returned, though not as many as before. Even his own people had begun to forget his name. It caused him to miss Galbar. It was so full. Even here, with all his siblings, it felt as if something was short. [color=a187be][b]“I am Qael’Naath. God of Magic.”[/b][/color] He introduced himself, as he turned back to look at the marble stone. [color=a187be][b]“Considering the shortcomings of some of my siblings, I wouldn’t be surprised if that was its goal.”[/b][/color] If Qull would appear here, the entire place would surely be sundered in an effort to kill each other.

[color=DAA520]“Well, a creator removed is still a creator are they not?”[/color] Yamat pondered openly, staring at the somber Qael. [color=DAA520]“But, I am Yamat, god of…”[/color] He pondered for a second, debating whether to reveal his domain, before he performed a rather extravagant bow [color=DAA520]“God of Tragedy.”[/color] His lanky body shot back up afterwards, joining Qael in looking at the stones. [color=DAA520]“It appears we are the only ones currently, the others must be busy.”[/color]

[color=a187be][b]“Tragedy?” [/b][/color]There was no judgment in Qael’s tone. In fact, he was thoroughly intrigued by it. Tragedy was a spoke in the wheel of progress. [color=a187be][b]“I must confess, I did not know you existed. Though, I do think that I have encountered one of your creations. Judging from their masked habits, at least.”[/b][/color] He said, a bit more cheerful. [color=a187be][b]“Tell me, amongst confidants, what did you do on Galbar?”[/b][/color]

[color=DAA520]“Ah yes, those are the Reshut, my finest work.”[/color] Yamat turned somber for a moment, worrying how his children were doing, before addressing Qael. [color=DAA520]“I, well, caused tragedy, creating tornadoes in a vast prairie, forging a sword that quakes the mightiest of mountains but once removed from its hold, curses its wielder, I created the Reshut and Iskrill, and caused tragedy across the world.”[/color] Yamat stared off towards the portals, wondering if Orealia or Iternis were amongst them. [color=DAA520]“In essence, I crafted the beautiful play that is tragedy.”[/color]

A smirk formed on Qael’s lips. Finally, he met someone who was not so hung up about all the bad things happening to the mortals. He turned his back on the stone to watch the many portals open. Wondering if he’d see any familiar faces. His mind pulled up a memory from Galbar as he observed his siblings from a distance. His talk with Lucia, despite the time, still resonated with him. [color=a187be][b]“Do you care?”[/b][/color] Qael suddenly said after a period of silence. His tone was dead serious however. [color=a187be][b]“About your Reshut and Iskrill? Would you be sad if some of them died…tragically young?”[/b][/color]

Yamat was taken aback by the sudden question, Qael could not see it behind the mask but he held a bit of a confused expression. He thought for a moment, thinking about the question. [color=DAA520]“I, am sure it would be sad for those around them, but I personally? It is a matter of life is it not? Mortals die, some even young, it is tragic yes, but, that is my work is it not? I care about them. Yes, I wish for them to grow strong and live as full as they can, but even my own creations are not free from their mortal existence and tragedy, it does not discriminate afterall, and I should know.”[/color]

[color=a187be][b]“You are quickly becoming the most intriguing sibling I seem to have, Yamat.”[/b][/color] Qael said as his smile grew. Finally, one who understood. Cherish life but accept the living die. Alas, while it was comforting to have a sibling who grasped that concept, Lucia’s words would require far more contemplation and reflection. Though his eyes and focus now were in front of him, looking at all the siblings that were arriving. Noting one angry, naked god in particular. Perhaps he was the god of loud drunkards? Who was to say? [color=a187be][b]“So what will you do should you get back to Galbar? Any big plans prepared?”[/b][/color]

[color=DAA520]“Well, I have a play to begin once more, the curtains are opening on what i'm hoping will be an incredibly interesting act.”[/color] Yamat spread his arms outwards, taking in the plethora of gods, before turning once more to Qael [color=DAA520]“Though of course, getting back to Galbar will be the hard party, what are you planning to do my magical sibling?”[/color] He asked.

Qael thought about it for a moment. What would he do back in Galbar? Despite the millennia of time, he hadn’t mediated upon Lucia’s words nearly enough yet. So no doubt he would be doing that first. But then what? [color=a187be][b]“I don’t know.”[/b][/color] He finally said. [color=a187be][b]“I suppose I first should know what happened with magic while I was gone. But as you said we first need to find a way to get back.”[/b][/color] He turned to face Yamat. [color=a187be][b]“It’s been a true honor and a comfort to get to know you, Yamat. I hope me and mine will play our parts expertly in your grand play. Now, however, I must go. Someone has to start getting us back and I’m not sure if any of my siblings will be industrious enough to start the process.”[/b][/color] Qael’Naath was well aware that tragedy would not discriminate. He would suffer it too, no doubt. As would his creations. It was best to simply accept the inevitable. With that he left the god of tragedy alone, moving to a more secluded spot as he summoned his magic around him and ordered it to prod every stone, bit of ground or even the supposed empty air.

[color=DAA520]“I wish you well in your endeavors.”[/color] Yamat spoke as he bowed to the leaving Qael, he turned back, taking in all the gods. Plans began to form in his mind, the great play would continue, and he had countless actors to perform within it. 

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Yamat arrives upon Antiquity, upon realizing how many gods there are he’s pretty pleased. Suddenly Qael arrives from his world and, related Yamat to the Reshut, goes to talk to him. The two have a pretty lovely chat between one another, discussing why Antiquity was created, Galbar, life, and their domains, with Qael holding some respect for Yamat due to some shared views. Qael eventually takes his leave, hoping to begin research on finding a way back, Yamat instead begins to form his plans, his great play underway once more. 
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