[center][h1][color=a187be]Qael’Naath[/color][/h1] &[/center] [center][img]https://i.imgur.com/qI0IA2q.png[/img][/center] [hr] As he returned to Aquibeophates Thaa kept himself collected outwardly, he passed by his various guards and servants that awaited in the mists. He stopped to hand off a singular object to one of the guards, he knew this one, and he continued on past having handed off that one thing he had gained, a homemade muffin. He wanted to throw into a wall in all honesty, he wanted to rage and tear things, but now was not the time. No, he needed to get to work. And more particularly he needed someone to work with if his plans were to prove to continue smoothly and as it was evident he would not be able to attain assistance from that Gibbou, he would have to find it elsewhere. Clearly there were a number of options, he could go back to one of those he had worked with before, Genesis, Yamat, Neiya or that Fe’ris character but he doubted he wanted much creative insight in their particular fields of expertise for this project to start out with. Additionally, he needed another prospective he could trust, clearly trusting other deities was a supreme folly, so perhaps he could look elsewhere. Mortals from Galbar were too tied to that plane to have the proper perspective of course, but perhaps something modeled after one. A soul entrapped in the same model of thinking as the mortals of Galbar would not do, and neither in a form so woefully dependent on base needs of eating or drinking to merely sustain their own form and give motion to it. No they would be gracefully drawn from the death energies that so infused Aquibeophates, of course their mind would be drawn in the same lines as some mortals so as to achieve the benefits of their prospective with so many of the detriments allowed there. They- no- She would be good to have around to give perspective to the many confusing actions of the mortals that sometimes so greatly seemed to escape Thaa of how they could think such things as good or rational. Before him the mists collapsed as his thoughts became reality in the realm of the God of Death. Thaa did not deign to go into much detail a vague semi-resemblance to a mortal race, or really given just how vague the dark form coalesced before him was a number of mortal races. She spoke as her mind came into being, her form ensouled and she took in [i]existence.[/i] She looked at Thaa brimming with questions. “...W-who am I? What am I? Where are we? Who are you? What is that..” Perhaps he should have deigned to give her a bit more knowledge, well that was fixable soon enough. He reached out and put knowledge into her mind, not so overwhelmingly present that she would actually think of it in the moment, but she might remember the knowledge as it became relevant. Thaa more presently answered some questions that would begin to help her connect to her ‘remembering’ the knowledge. [color=Fuchsia]“You are Zeraphsis. You are a servant of Thaa. We are in Aquibeophates, I am Thaa.”[/color] Thaa paused as the young thing before him made use of both what he said and what she no doubt was remembering the meanings behind the words as he had so implanted. Thaa thought himself quite clever in this. He spoke once more, a structure rising out of the stone behind her, a tower. [color=Fuchsia]“Why don’t you go inside and decide how you wish to have your office? You can even decide what you would wish from your form, the energies of Aqquibeophates fuel you and can give you strength to change it. I have made it so. You can ask me for anything and if I deem it so worthy it will be provided for your duties to be made clear.”[/color] Thaa ended the conversation by having the ground beneath her shift towards the tower that was now her office for what would come next. Zeraphsis squealed in surprise as it did so, slowly turning her towards the tower that still now rose ever higher. Now he had some background processing starting up in preparation, he could more fully work out the exactitude of what he needed to accomplish. In truth the forms were the easiest aspect, in kinds they numbered three. One that reformed, one that wouldn’t be so easily bound by the same forms that most life on Galbar adopted, and One that would and would take it to a wonderful excess to take the actions needed. He called them different things, in part after some of the stories the Mortals told, it fit so well sometimes and played into the little stories the Mortals told themselves. Lich. Ghost. Wight. Revenant. Names that didn’t mean much, at least until he gave them meaning. Gave the possibility of form to those they had known it once before, but left something behind perhaps, or sought to gain something more. It mattered not. He had not the strength to do everything completely on his own, not everything that he planned in truth for this step. He came to the same issue he was at before and why in part he had so stepped out to see if that Gibbou could be trusted. Well, he did recall one more god that he hadn’t considered, the one who had made those beings he took in so long ago, the ones with certain resemblance to mortal animals that lived so isolated on the floating island. He could tell the presence was there even if he had not interfered with the collection. He reached out a call to that same essence now. [color=Fuchsia]“We have not spoken, but we must, I have a matter of the utmost urgency that I would like to ask your assistance on.”[/color] The god of magic was never called upon. Prayers fell on deaf ears, and it would seem that his brothers and sisters were content to leave him be. As if tending a garden, Qael’Naath had been busy observing his realm. Acting upon alignments and trying to discern the meaning of certain floating glades in his realm. So when Thaa called upon him, it surprised and pulled up the god of magic from his diligent trance. His realm was in good order again. The existence of Soleira and Auriëlle in the world has been amended to the Great Design. Moments later his humanoid form floated through the portal leading to Aquibeophates, the message’s strange energies guided him there. As he passed through, he saw the realm of death in all its mystifying glory. Tall towers dotted the view, their bases hidden by a thick fog that obscured almost all sight. Some things were roaming the realm. Seemingly aimlessly. They paid no attention to the god of magic. Despite never having set foot on such a strange realm, something about the energies within felt familiar. Like a half-forgotten memory. [color=a187be]”I have come as you asked, my sibling. Let us talk.”[/color] Qael announced, though he did not move away from the portal. Nor did he need to as it soon became apparent, the realm seemed to shift and blur around him, a mortal might think that such things were due to speed as to how fast they were moving. But a god could see clearer, the realm was quite literally warping around him, and soon enough he was in a new place. Before him was a large being, a great mound of corpses that seemed to be strung together, they moved and undulated as one. The most notable feature being a great eye, mounted it seemed on a disk, the whole thing staring at him, nearly matching his height in diameter so large was the eye. It seemed the portal was long gone, although the mists and the towers remained in the distance. A curious tower was nearby, of a slightly off coloration one could tell, it was only a little ways off behind the large being before him. A million voices spoke in choir, coming from the form so melded together of constituted parts and a single voice emerged in their unity. [color=Fuchsia]“Hello sibling, I am Thaa, Lord of Death. I know my message was urgent but I wish to say that although we only ever came close to meeting once when I came for your creations on that floating isle, I have kept track of a number of your works and I have to say I am most impressed. Particularly of the substance that you are so expert in, mana as it were, and the many uses that mortal life has used, even if they have yet to live up to much of the potential, I would have it.”[/color] Qael’Naath was not immune to praise from his siblings. He took Thaa’s compliment with pride. [color=a187be]“The fact that Galbar is not a cancerous world. Rife with life that cannot die and reform is a testament to your own might Thaa, Lord of death.”[/color] He returned. Rather unfazed by the grizzly displays around him. In fact, he knew now that back in the Well, an island would be transforming. That which was once grey and seemingly undefined would shift into a pale yet clear imitation of Thaa’s realm. [color=a187be]“Mortalkind is still young. I foresee greatness. But enough about my musings. You have called with urgency. With what do you require my aid?”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“Indeed,”[/color] around the two of them formed a number of forms, some were clearly in imitation of coporeal beings, others definitely not. They came in forms that seemed close to those found across numerous mortal races, however divine senses would easily reveal that none of them had souls or any kind of motivating factor, these were practically puppets to the evident master of the realm. [color=Fuchsia]“I am working on a project for the betterment of Mortalkind, a way for those who have passed beyond the realm of Galbar to return should their wills’ and motivations be strong enough.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“As you might be able to tell I have much of the form worked out, and even the selection process among those restless souls has been set in motion, however one thing remains that I have call upon you for.”[/color] Thaa paused once again as the forms shifted now, this time there were only three layed out. Two corporeal, one not. [color=Fuchsia]“As one might tell I have made three major types of forms for four kinds of general motivations. Most importantly beyond their forms, beyond their motivations is the issue that now presents itself. Those who have the kind of will and motivation to return to Galbar are not common, they will be few and far inbetween among what I foresee to be a hostile living population across all of Galbar. They need to be able to make a difference in of themselves so that they might return to rest, although they may be alone.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“For that they need power and I can think of no greater than that which suffuses itself across the many great areas of Galbar, that which you are an expert. I know some of the mortals have some small amount of control over it through their learnings but that will not work for all of them, not all of the souls going back have the skill or the right mindset for such endeavors, or even the time. A more instinctive approach might be needed there.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“Finally, there is a difference in the third form, a Lich I call it, to take a mortal name. It is intended to be something that might be accomplished by one of your mortal mages, to make a pact while living that allows them to come back from the dead should a certain kind of object be kept to anchor them to the mortal plane. Again it will only truly be successful for those of sufficient will and motivation but I feel like it could make a great impact, and I want your help. So tell me, will you help me in these endeavors?”[/color] The god of magic remained quiet as Thaa explains his goals. Instead he moved between the three first shapes. Examining them closely. To return from the dead, a dangerous capability. One thing eluded him though. [color=a187be]“What is the function of these three shapes?”[/color] He finally asked, after Thaa finished his explanation. [color=a187be]“What would cause one to come back and inhabit what I would assume one’s own body while others can come back in the shape of… well nothing tangible?”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“In truth your assumption is wrong, none of these are their ‘own’ bodies, or to say the forms they held in life. In truth they are forms made principally from their perception of self made real on Galbar through my own power, far too many of their corpses are destroyed or otherwise made unusable, even beyond the folly of the weakness in their decaying forms themselves.”[/color] Thaa paused a moment and shifted the position of the example forms before continuing. [color=Fuchsia]“As for the function of the forms it is simple really, as each of the mortal souls have their own motivations and desires in the world the differences in forms are preparation for their own tasks and likely issues. A corporeal body is most useful for one who returns to right a wrong, to take out an immoral actor and thus assist in the betterment of mortalkind.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“On the other hand the non-tangible form is most useful if one needs to protect an object or place without necessarily alerting any living mortal denizens in the vicinity, especially for longer periods of time. Civilizations rise and fall, as do cities and uncountable innovations lost, but perhaps something might survive such interregnums between the high points of mortal life.”[/color] Qael’Naath rubbed the tentacles where his chin should be. Pondering upon which blessing would be most appropriate for which creature. He looked at the incorporeal creations. Thaa spoke truth. Manipulating magic in the ways mortals did mostly would be impossible with these creations. Instead his thoughts harkened back to his earliest creations. Animals blessed with magical prowess, yet unable to directly command that power. That would fit with the earliest shapes. [color=a187be]“Death is cold, is it not?”[/color] He mused. [color=a187be]“They protect places or object… the mortals deserve a warning. A way of knowing.”[/color] He outstretched his hand and magic coalesced upon his palm. Forming a gaseous orb, containing a white and blue cutting wind. [color=a187be]“I propose the incorporeals have an aura of freezing, cutting cold around them. A cutting cold they can instinctively command should the time come.”[/color] He released the orb which was imbued with this gift. Letting Thaa chose whether or not he wants to use it. [color=a187be]“Vengeance.”[/color] Qael whispered as he observed the third creation. It was solid but gaunt looking. “Retribution. Penance.” He continued. His thoughts flowing through his mind as he attempted to devise the perfect gift for them. There should be no warning of its coming. No, its gift should be immediate, destructive and impactful. For the first time in a while, Qael’s mind wandered. Away from his task. A small smile formed underneath his hood. [color=a187be]“You’ve inspired me. My Auriëlle.”[/color] He whispered to himself with a surprising amount of love, as he conjured a second orb. One that seemed filled with rust flakes and ashes. [color=a187be]“They should bring the dread touch of death. With this gift those who should fear a wrath from the grave will feel their strength sapped from their body once your creation is near. Their presence hexes their chosen victims.”[/color] Once again he released the orb to float in front of the gift’s intended receiver. Allowing Thaa to judge whether or not to accept the gift. Thaa gingerly took the two orbs, tendrils of corpses reaching out from the main mass to acquire them. Although the simulacrums depicting the intended creations were nothing yet, this gift was real power for them and it would not be squandered. [color=Fuchsia]“A most wise and good gift I must say.”[/color] [color=a187be]“Thank you.”[/color] Qael said, with a polite nod before he turned towards the Lich. [color=a187be]“These require more.”[/color] He said, near instantly. [color=a187be]“If they are spawned from a mortal chaining his soul to an object. It requires a test. Of skill. Of want.”[/color] Once again he outstretched his hand. This time no enclosed orb formed. Instead a more wild, gold with green centered plasmic creation formed itself in the magic god’s hand. A spell, allowing one to rip their own soul out and bind it to an object. A god-forged spell unlike any other. But as the spell finally solidified in its shape, Qael closed his palm. Letting the spell vanish. [color=a187be]“I will release it upon Galbar amongst the other spells I created. The deciphering of this spell alone would be a sufficient test of skill and knowledge of the arcane. It’s execution, in turn, will be the test of want. These few individuals…they will be interesting.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“It is good that you can see that, now my work begins to set all this in motion. These gifts will be good.”[/color] Thaa’s great form shifted as he spoke, tendrils going off into the mists, he continued. [color=Fuchsia]“I do have to ask since I did hear, is Auriëlle one of yours? She has been a matter of great interest to me.”[/color] For a second Qael frowned. What did the Lord of Death have to do with Auriëlle. [color=a187be]“She is… my daughter. In a matter of speaking.”[/color] He explained. [color=a187be]“But why would the god of death care, brother? She is still amongst the living.”[/color] Or was he about to learn that about some terrible fate? [color=Fuchsia]“You have raised her well enough then, she does good and moral work. She has sent many to the improved state I have ensured, I gave her a gift to assist in the matter not too long ago, not that long on a mortal scale either. Of course I also had to ensure that she would not prematurely perish as so many seem to do among the mortals. Truly dying is a cause of life, I have scarce control over it, my domain lies towards what happens after you understand.”[/color] The god of magic let out a throaty laugh when Thaa said his daughter was performing good and moral work. For a second he wondered if the god of death wasn’t confusing Auriëlle with her divinely connected sister. But no, when Thaa mentioned the disc something clicked inside of Qael’s mind. “I thank you for taking care of her.” He said as he calmed down a little bit. “And I must admit that I did not raise her accidentally. The circumstances of her… creation are somewhat troubling.” [color=a187be]“You must be the first sibling in existence that looked upon my daughter and would deign her to be a good and moral person.”[/color] Qael’Naath said. [color=a187be]“Though I suppose in your eyes, she really does perform a sacred duty. Well, in mine as well. She is quickly developing into a force of destruction. So many see that as a problem. As danger. They fear erasure.”[/color] The god of magic mused. [color=a187be]“You then, see no problem with her methods? With her…obliterating power?”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“Bodies fail but the important things survive, it is nothing but good for such suffering souls to be removed from the terrible prison that Life has made of Galbar. She is more effective than most, and more attuned to the needs of correct moral action.”[/color] Qael was able to hide his concern for the most part. Alas, he could partially imagine Thaa’s position. He was, after all, the god of death. If he felt even half as passionate about death as Qael felt about magic, then it was obvious to see how he saw living as a curse. Still, despite his slight understanding of Thaa’s position the god of magic could not shake the fear he held for his own daughter. He had to safeguard her. [color=a187be]“I would have a favor of you then, brother. In return for the gifts I’ve offered your creations. I ask you – when her time comes – do not take souls of either of my daughters. Auriëlle’s nor Soleira’s. Let me take them should they perish.”[/color] Thaa briefly paused, his body ceasing all movement as he listened to the magic god. He spoke, [color=Fuchsia]“All souls come to me, there will not be an exception.”[/color] He did not continue his work until he said one more thing. [color=Fuchsia]“However, in recognition of the service you have provided me, and my hope for… ...future cooperation. I shall deliver them immediately to you should they ever come into my possession.”[/color] For a moment Qael’Naath feared death would truly mean death for his daughters. Yet he released a relieved sigh when Thaa said he would deliver their souls to him. That was as much reassurance the god of magic could ever get. His daughters were safe now, even from death in a way. It was a safety he hoped never to call upon. But Thaa was right, many mortals had a tendency to die before their time. [color=a187be]“I thank you.”[/color] He said, sincerely. [color=a187be]“I will leave you to your work then.”[/color] [color=Fuchsia]“Yes I agree on that. Do not dally.”[/color] With that said, the realm once more shifted and blurred around Qael’Naath, once more warping until he was where he first stood upon entering the misty realm of Aquibeophates, the portal right at his back. [hider=Summary]Thaa just gets back from his disappointing meeting with Gibbou, gives the muffin he took to a guard and continues thinking about everything as he tries to remain collected. Decides that he needs to get to work and creates a Hero to serve him in the mental form of a Galbarian mortal but not with their evident deficiencies, a new thing compared to his previous realm servants. He shutters his hero, Zeraphsis as she is named, off to her newly made office as he tells her to say whatever she needs if it is important as well as shoving a bunch of info into her head as semi-latent information. He then decides to work on his next project, which she is evidently a part of in some measure, the creation of Undead. He works out some stuff for Wights, Liches, Ghosts and Revenants before deciding that its not finishable on his own and he calls up this Qael’Naath guy on the Divine-o-phone that he almost met once and says come quick its urgent that you assist. Qael shows up at his place having figured out which one it was from the divine essence and all and after entering is quickly shuffled along to Thaa by realm shifting shenanigans and they talk, they work, they talk some more. They end up discussing Auriëlle some and Thaa ends up promising to hand over Auriëlle or Soleira if they ever end up in his possession. Qael then leaves.[/hider] [hider=MP Summary][color=Fuchsia]Thaa Start 5 MP 5 DP -4 MP Sapient ‘Species’ Undead -1 DP discounted (from 2) by Undead for Ability Undead form -1 DP discounted (from 2) by Undead for Ability Undead regeneration -1 DP discounted (from 2) by Undead for Ability Undead Reincarnation -1 MP Hero Consecreation Shapeshifter I -1 DP Hero Title Soul Sight I -1 DP Hero Title Soul Reading I Thaa End 0 MP 0 DP[/color] [color=a187be]Qael’Naath Start 5MP 4DP -1 DP: Discounted from 2 DP “Give Ability” >> Give undead the ability to manipulate Mana -1 DP: Discounted from 2 DP “Give Ability” >> Give Incorporeal undead the ability to intuitively (sorcery-wise) cast frost magic -1 DP: Discounted from 2 DP “Give ability” >> Give corporeal undead the ability to intuitively (sorcery-wise) cast hexes upon their chosen victim. -1 DP: Enhanced “Miscellaneous” >> Create the god-forged spell to bind one’s soul to an object and spread this spell across Galbar. Qael’Naath End 5MP 0DP[/color][/hider] [hider=Prestige]Zeraphsis Start 0 +20.6k Characters, 5 End 5[/hider]