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It was a dark day over the storming seas of the Galbar, a day so dark that it seemed to consume the very lands of Voligan. A dark miasma threatened the lands with inescapable dark clouds and yet, its source was constantly shifting, always on the move. From Termina to the outer banks of Thousand Lakes and Orsus, the clouds seemed to concentrate to blot out the Divine Palace from view. Panic struck mortals, animals whipped into desperate frenzy knew what the darkness meant, and plants refused to bloom. A battle was coming and the Galbar itself seemed to know as the inner mantle of the planet seemed to echo with battle cries.

Yet, there would be no battle this day, not as long as the great sea serpent was still hunting its elusive quarry, a constant game of cat and mouse. It was a tedious frenzy of movement, the oceans themselves churning as the great war beast of the Monarch of All refused to relent and the Pariah refused to be caught. However, up in the Divine Palace, the Monarch of All sat upon His throne and gazed down upon the growing darkness. He saw that darkness swirled over the world and He could not help but feel the need to investigate where His new enemy had decided to come from. So, the Monarch of All stood from the Jade Throne and opened the bridge once more, yet, he did not step through it.

The Monarch of All hesitated in stepping upon the Galbar, not out of fear or threat of the great Pariah that distantly loomed, but of the sight that He came upon. He saw a mountain range, Serendipity’s End, and could nearly gaze upon the gravesite that had been erected for Asheleven. It seemed that He was right to chastise Yudaiel when He had, but He knew that, in a sense, He had essentially killed off a part of Himself as all the gods were an extension of His very being, whether they liked it or not. The murder of Asheleven was nothing more than Him continuing to weaken and deteriorate; the wound ached at the thought. Worse yet, He could see that the shard of Luck, the very being of Asheleven, was not something that He could recover as the shard had been smashed and ground to dust compared to Him; now it was nothing but bloody diamonds scattered across the mountains.

Finally mustering the strength to step into the graveyard, the Monarch let loose a single breath as the lands parted beneath Him once more, forming a great stairwell that descended into the dark rock below. He continued walking, taking His time to inspect the walls as He descended before turning and making a long hallway that stretched beyond what would be the horizon of the planet. The Monarch of All came upon a sphere, one that was sinister and imposing, yet shined as if it were made of onyx. At a time before the gods, He had once thought it had been impenetrable, unable to be opened from the inside, and yet, here He was, gazing upon a part of the sphere that had been shattered and broken.

To think that such a seal could be broken by the likes of nothing more than a mere beast of war. The Monarch hated the thought, but knew that He had to come to terms with such a fact that the seal had indeed been broken. Though, He noted that the cracks had formed along the outside of the cage, not fully penetrating the onyx sphere; the gods in making Galbar had weakened the structure. The Monarch of All reared His head back and let loose a call to the gods, His divine will being carried by the very winds themselves.

[b][i]”Homura, Highest Judge of the Monarch, I ask of you look to maintain the law of my realm, ensure that none dare break the bounds the tie us. Chailiss, whose Breath bears Icy Winds, make known that Homura’s judgement reaches all should she say so.”[/i][/b]

The Monarch of All let loose a breath before looking to the ground and seeing the great tracks left behind by the beast, the pariah, and decided to look to where it led. He saw that it led straight up, He needed not track where it went, however, as He had already fought and sent a hound after the beast. Yet, He knew it to be better safe than to regret it later, but He was no hunter tracking a quarry to the ends of the planet. His voice became quiet, only carried by the softest winds so that no other would be able to hear His message.

[b][i]”Tuku, my Master of the Hunt, I require your aid.”[/i][/b]

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Homura gains [b]Highest Judge of the Monarch[/b]

Chailiss gains [b]whose Breath Bears Icy Winds[/b]

Tuku gains [b]Master of the Hunt[/b]
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