[center][h1][color=a2d39c]Phelenia[/color][/h1]

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[color=deepskyblue][h1]Chailiss[/h1][/color][/center]

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The air was being filled by bjork's screams as they watched the wall of water coming for them. It was too violent and too fast to do anything about it now. Tens if not hundreds of bjorks were swept up in the water. They were part aquatic but they were flung against rocks and trees swept up in the water as well. Soon streaks of red began to color the water as well. As the wave of the river neared its end Phelenia found a suitable branch to land upon and observe her work in the small valley behind her. Quite a few bjorks had died. More managed to survive though. This was of no worry to Phelenia. Those dredges that still lived would flee in all directions and from what she had seen, these sinner beasts were very territorial.

This was only the beginning of the strife. There would be a shortage of space and food first. After that there would be fights over who got what. Many more lives would end because of the flood. Many more bjorks had seen her as well. It would send the message: the Green Murder has returned, and this flood was its divine punishment.

As much as she reveled in the destruction and pain that she wrought, she did hope that this would serve as a lesson. She warned them before and the sinner beasts did not listen. Now she had punished them. Will they listen?

A wind began to blow, cold and fierce and though the clouds overhead threatened to bring about a snow, it never fell. What did come however was the presence of another. This time her work had not gone unnoticed to the eye of the divine. It descended as a giant, white orb from the clouds overhead. In one quick action her damage was lessened, the bjork who suffered and the dying were healed while the water, where it should not have been, was pulled into the sky. There it froze like a lance pointed at Phelenia.

[Color=deepskyblue]"Where is my daughter?"[/color] he asked in a cold voice, a voice that demanded answers. [Color=deepskyblue]"What have you done, Green Murder?"[/color] he spat with a vile chill.

Phelenia stared down the orb without budging a feather. Clearly whatever was floating in front of her was divine in nature like she was but she had no idea who it could possibly be. A nuisance at most, clearly. [color=a2d39c]“I know nothing of your daughter, Cloud Orb.”[/color] She said, [color=a2d39c]“What I have done is punish these sinner beasts for their vile habits.”[/color] She looked down at the lance that was forming in the sky. [color=a2d39c]“Sadly, the lesson they were supposed to learn will now be lost to them for sure.”[/color]

[Color=deepskyblue]"The lesson was a farce."[/color] He stated. [Color=deepskyblue]"With cruel intent did you murder for murders sake. Now I shall ask again, where is my daughter? I heard her scream… What did you do?"[/color] his tone became rigid and like that of a father.

[color=a2d39c]“You failed to listen.”[/color] Phelenia said. She still sat unmoving upon the branch. Her senses began to better understand the orb though. It was cold. Colder than regular snow or ice could ever be. Which gave her a pretty good idea of at least what part of her Father this one was made of.

And then she realized a connection. The frigid wind suddenly became awfully familiar. A pang of pain traveled through her chest. [color=a2d39c]“Ah, the frostfire one.”[/color] Phelenia said, giving voice to her realization. [color=a2d39c]“She perished in the hands of a foolish manbjork. The encounter was interesting.“[/color] She hid the fact that the creature did in fact manage to harm her. She also did not speak with glee nor sorrow. She was simply stating facts. [color=a2d39c]“Right now she is shattered ice swept up in the river.”[/color]

The swirling wind ceased abruptly. The clouds overhead seemed to shudder and grow quiet. The ice that formed the lance crackled in anticipation. Meanwhile the God itself stilled. Nothing could be discerned from him, for his shape held no feature, after all. But if there was any indication to the emotions he felt, the air grew colder. 

It plummeted in fact. 

Then all at once the frozen god burst forth towards her, heralded by the lance that exploded into slivers of sharp ice.

An eagle screech echoed through the valley as Phelenia – still in her eagle form – flew away in an instant. With supernatural speed her wings carried her through the wind towards the open ocean at the horizon.

A chase began. For the white orb was her equal in the air. He made no sound as he closed in, it just got colder. In that element there were none equal and it began to assault her. She felt the tips of her wings get colder, and colder. Moving them - something that should be effortless - became harder and harder. The frost was overtaking her. She folded her wings and went plummeting from the air.

The landing was rough. Dirt and rocks got pushed up around her as her eagle form rolled across the ground. Quickly she gathered herself again and transformed into the fastest creature possible. As a green-furred, black speckled cheetah she rushed towards the coast. If she got there she could shake him for sure.

As she ran she could hear trees break and land like mini earthquakes behind her. He was still following but he wasn't gaining. Perhaps more alarming was the care he had shown to the land upon the outset of her flood, had suddenly vanished as more and more trees fell. Some even exoding from the sheer cold. 

What came next was more insidious. A thunderous noise that drowned out everything else, followed by a great beam of pale blue, ice and fire, like a maelstrom of malice. It shot right beside her and obliterated the landscape. Her trees, her green and nature. Gone in an instant, reduced to a semi circle of dirt and lingering fire. Another blast came to her right as she dodged. Then above her.

Phelenia barely registered the attacks as she was running for her life. A feeling that came completely from her divine self, not from the cheetah instinct.

The next beam hit its mark. Phelenia's luck ran out.

Her flesh was sundered around her. She didn’t scream. Her lungs were gone. For a split second there was only her Shard. Out of pure desperation it covered itself. First with nearby wood and moss. When that was obliterated into nothingness it forced that dust - through sheer divine will - to assume her true shape around the Shard. Then she screamed. It was a bloodcurdling scream that echoed far across the horizon.

Phelenia felt only one thing: pain. 

A thud landed beside, for he had come. Changing forms into a giant of a man. Brown bare chested skin with white hair and piercing icy blue eyes. He loomed over her, raised a fist and punched Phelenia in the face with a fist like solid ice. A more physical beating came, each blow like a thunderclap as she was driven deeper into the earth.

The goddess took the first few hits as she regained her senses. They hurt but not as much as the beam had. As Chailiss’ humanoid form pulled its first back one more time Phelenia transformed part of her arm into that of a bear and slashed open Chailiss’ chest. Cold ichor fell upon her as the god grunted. At that moment she was upright again but still reeling. “Another kinslayer.” She wheezed as her body was still reforming itself correctly. “I should’ve known.”

The God's face twisted into a grimace. With one hand he touched his torn chest and with the other he raised it high, posing to strike but he stopped before letting his balled fist drop in defeat. With a snarl he spoke next, [Color=deepskyblue]"I won't kill you. You deserve it for your crimes but I am no judge or executioner. But I, Chailiss, promise you this; You will be judged by Homura, as is her right decreed by the Lord Creator. Her verdict I shall follow. And I will have blood for blood. A life for a life so that you might feel an ounce of the pain in my soul. I swear it."[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“I have… accepted the death of all… my children… from the moment… I made them.”[/color] Phelenia managed to get out. Now that the savage attacks had stopped she felt no more pain. But her body was still in tatters. Everything required to speak coherent words was still restoring itself. [color=a2d39c]“It is a part… of nature… to perish.”[/color] Still, a curiosity beset her. There could be no doubt that she, mother of all life, loved all her children the most and she could surrender them to death when their time came. Every time.

[color=a2d39c]“Why… would you do this even?”[/color] She asked. [color=a2d39c]“Why would you attack me for just causing… the inevitable end that comes to all mortals? If your daughter died tomorrow, would’ve brought down the same fury upon whatever creature killed her? If she died in a hundred years because of age, would you have raged against time itself?”[/color]

[color=deepskyblue]”It is a part of nature to die, yes. That I do agree with. The cycle exists for a reason. Without death there can be no life.”[/color] His voice turned dark as his gaze hardened, [color=deepskyblue]”What has no reason is this senseless murder of the bjork and my daughter. It is not part of nature to be murdered at the hands of one who proclaims herself to be a mother. You are no mother. Mother’s nurture their offspring, teach them right from wrong and ensure they survive. You.. You are a butcher. You came to my land once and razed its denizens against each other. You spilled blood. You murdered innocent children. All because you thought yourself right. That CHILDREN had sinned. For they were children, all of them and instead of teaching them what was right, or what was wrong. You. Killed. Them. A God, acting like a child over broken toys. The irony.”[/color] Chailiss closed his eyes briefly. His fist shook and when he opened them again, his gaze was unwavering. [color=deepskyblue]”Death is inevitable. This is the only certainty in existence. It was our job, as caretakers, as parents- To guide them. You failed that task. You are no mother but a monster wearing a disguise.”[/color]

Phelenia gave an animalistic sneer at being called a monster. She took a step forward but her body failed her and she fell to one knee. That alone made her reconsider making her sibling pay for the insult. She was just thoroughly defeated. Still she could not face this misguided sibling of hers on her knee so she rose up again. [color=a2d39c]“Senseless murder. Right and wrong. Ensure their survival. You are a coddler. Nature does not know right or wrong. Morality doesn’t exist beyond the minds of fools like you and mortals that think too much.”[/color]

She clutched her newly formed chest where once the icefire spear had drawn divine blood. Phelenia realized something then. [color=a2d39c]“You don’t even know [i]how[/i] your daughter died, do you?”[/color]

[color=deepskyblue]”Morality… It seems to me you are aware of the concept. But it is laughable, to believe yourself a part of nature. You may put on a good show, claiming yourself as a mother of nature, but we both know it to be just that. A show. A deluded mind grasping for reasons to justify her thoughtful actions. If you were an actual proponent of the cycle, you would leave nature be. Not propagate violence and murder with your every step. Even a predator knows when enough is enough, when a belly full is bliss.”[/color] he walked back and forth amidst the rubble, never taking his eyes off her as he continued his speech.

[color=deepskyblue]”You know naught but anger and hatred for beings that know nothing of your ways, because you did not TELL THEM. A GOD, who even now is thinking of ways to hurt me and this world further. The difference is apparent, if only you had eyes to see. I may be a coddler and a fool, as you say, but at least I know my place.”[/color] An ornate box came into his hands, glowing a hot icy blue. His demeanor changed as he held it between his hands, pointing it at her. [color=deepskyblue]”Now, careful with what you speak next about my daughter, monster. Your new body is only just healing, after all.”[/color]

The words that stung the most to Phelenia were not the last ones of the speech. It was the accusation that she didn’t leave nature to be. It stung because it was true. Before now the goddess of life had always assumed that the results justified her means. That whenever she bent and even broke natural order she did it for a valid reason. Now a dreadful thought crept into her mind. Had she overreached. Has she gone too far?

But her fire hadn’t extinguished. [color=a2d39c]“She died willingly, in the hands of a manbjork who wished nothing more than to kill me.”[/color] She spat. [color=a2d39c]“I did not force her to jump into the fires of vengeance. I did not force her into the shape of a spear that could hurt me. I did not force her to expend every last bit of her power in service of another. You daughter chose to die moments ago for no other reason than to hurt me!”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“And if that is a reason to strike me down then show your own hypocrisy and do it right now.”[/color]

He stared at her, she stared at him, for several moments. The air grew still, noise fading away as the smell of burning and ichor permeated the air. Then Chailiss broke eye contact by looking down, his shoulders drooping and he shook his head. [color=deepskyblue]”Perhaps you should take a good hard look at yourself, if you think their vengeance was unjust.”[/color] His voice was quiet, growing distant. [color=deepskyblue]”There will come a time when the weight of your crimes will rear its ugly head. Those better than we shall prevail. Now leave this place before our words breed more violence. If you ever return, judged or not, I will slay you. Remember that, as a third promise..”[/color]

[color=a2d39c]“His wish for vengeance was just.”[/color] Phelenia said as she transformed again into her eagle form. [color=a2d39c]“But I never raised a finger towards your daughter until I had to defend myself.”[/color] She stretched out her wings. They felt different now. She turned around to fly away but stopped for a moment. When she would leave now, she would abandon her children here forever. They would be gnawed at and bitten. Chopped down to be used in those dams. How long until the sinner beasts deemed some animals too dangerous to roam? When all the wolves were slaughtered to the last, who would take care the deer wouldn’t grow too numerous?

A sickness hit Phelenia like a wave. These were the consequences of her actions. For a moment she turned back to her true form and knelt down on the ground. If this icy deity took offense to her parting with a place she did love then so be it. She laid a hand upon the ground and whispered: [color=a2d39c]“I hope my fears won’t come true. Father, Monarch, please don’t let them come true.”[/color] With those words said she rose up again, transformed into a great green eagle and flew away.

The God of Cold remained, head dipped low.

Very much alone.

[hider=Summary]
Phelenia watches the flood as it destroys the land and runs red with the death of bjork. Chailiss arrives, heals all the bjork clinging onto life and sucks up the water that lingered behind, making the land alright again. Sorta. He then forms an icicle and points it at Phelenia, and thus a conversation is born. He demands to know what happened to Zima (fun fact he still doesn’t know her name RIP) and after a tense but short convo, with Phelenia telling him she is basically dead. Chailiss puts two and two together and attacks her with cold, silent fury. She tries to fly away but her wings begin to freeze. So she lands, turning into a cheetah for escape but Chailiss unleashes the full might of his artifact. He misses twice, destroying the land around Phelenia as she tries to escape (Doing Ruina’s job kek) before hitting her. Phelenia’s cheetah form vaporizes and she, very briefly, just becomes her shard before adopting her true form. She screams, its painful and is basically incapacitated. Chailiss arrives in Childan form and basically begins to beat her into a bloody pulp. (The artifact did more damage ofc, but give him his moment.) Phelenia scratches him across the chest and names him a kinslayer. 

This prompts Chailiss to stop, and he promises her two things. She would be judged by Homura eventually and that he would have a life for a life. They then have a philosophical debate about right and wrong- you be the judge on who wins. After learning how Zima died, Chailiss seems to deflate and banishes her from the Norf. It suddenly dawns upon her that maybe all she did wasn’t a good idea in fact, so she gives a little prayer to the monarch, and then flies away. Leaving Chailiss alone. 
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Chailiss 8
-1 To alleviate the effects of the flood by healing the Bjork who suffered and taking away most of the flood water that remained behind in the initial surge. 
-1 Vigor to add to the Box of Calamity artifact. Now 5 Vigor- shoots a destructive beam of frostfire (thanks kho)

Ending = 6 Vigor

Phelenia start: 5 vigor
No vigor used
Phelenia end: 5 vigor
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