[center][h1][b]Summoned to Keltra[/b][/h1]
[h3][i][b][color=ed1c24]Anath Homura[/color] & Ravdur[/b][/i][/h3][/center]
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	Anath Homura began to contemplate a myriad of cosmic events happening across the world while she waited within the majestic interior of the citadel that occupied the center of the flying fortress known as Keltra, her brows were slightly furrowed as she mused upon what she had seen, and the numerous archai that currently attended to her did not know whether they should intervene or simply remain quiet - lest they should incur the wrath of the Creatrix.

	[b][i]“I am curious…”[/i][/b] She muttered to herself, and then held up her hand as she summoned her immense sacred strength to speak aloud and be heard from afar. Her voice and visage echoed throughout the confines of the resplendent chamber, and weaved through the threads of the Tapestry, magically traveling directly to the site of the one she sought. She gestured with her upraised hand, and opened a portal before the deity that had garnered her attention… then she spoke through the otherworldly gateway, to softly intone:

	[b][i]“I am Anath Homura, and I would speak with you, Ravdur.”[/i][/b]

Ravdur was in the middle of traveling to the Darkwoods when the portal appeared and he heard the godly call. Stopping dead in his tracks and looked curiously at the portal. “Anath Homura?” He said in a low tone, the one that called them here to this world wants to talk to him? He had to admit he was surprised that she of all wanted to see him. 

Well, better not to keep her waiting , he thought, what does he want with her? Without a word, he stepped through the portal and appeared on the other side. Ravdur made a short bow to Anath Homura before speaking respectively to her. “Hello Anath Homura, and what is it that you wish to talk about?”

	The interior was illuminated via columns of celestial light that cascaded softly through an oculus high above the two deities, though the sky beyond the opening was obscured by an intricate latticework of shifting symbols humming with a strange animation. There was a prevalent lack of furnishings, though the overwhelming ornate and vibrant designs all along the walls, the floor, and the ceiling, certainly compensated for the absence of standard decoration. The interior was profusely adorned with a myriad of architectural flourishes; complex colonnades depicting abstract concepts through enchanting patterns and ornamented alcoves that awaited something significant to sit in the center of the empty space they created - yet all of the artistic beauty in its entirety was arranged to present a noun that did not yet exist, it seemed.

	The elaborate central hall was also populated by many angelic spirits that hovered along the curved edges of the colossal chamber; they were serene and silent sentinels that did not allow their ethereal presence to intrude upon the conversation between the Creatrix and her guest. Anath Homura herself simply stood closeby, carefully examining Ravdur with her one red eye, her other eye replaced with a softly shimmering white rose. Though she donned the visage of a small mortal, she still emanated an exorbitant amount of primordial power that suffused the complete sum of their surroundings.

	[b][i]“My curiosity has been aroused, and so I wish to speak with you regarding your intentions for mortalkind. I shall not leave my realm until it is required, so I would have you regale me with your view of the world and your beliefs.”[/i][/b] Anath Homura proclaimed, as she approached Ravdur and slowly tilted her head with bemusement.

“My intentions for mortalkind and my beliefs? Okay I see,” Ravdur was curious that Anath Homura wished to speak to him about this and showing herself as a small mortal? Interestingly, he is not going to ask and took a moment to look around. Anath Homura’s realm was quite the sight and yet to Ravdur it was all too much for him. It was too… elegant for someone like him. Too fancy for a warrior like him but he can tolerate it.  

Ravdur looking back at Anath Hormura and looking square at her red eye. “My intentions for mortalkind is to watch them survive and thrive in this world. To grow strong despite the hardships this world has to offer and to guide if needed.” Ravdur’s tone started to become somewhat cold. “Especially since some of the other gods have added their own hardships to this world and so these mortals need to be stronger than before. More so with the small aid I have given.”

	[b][i]“Could you describe this small aid that you grant unto them? How would you instill strength in them so that they may survive? Hmm… perhaps I am being presumptuous, but I imagine you are preparing for the inevitable arrival of war?”[/i][/b] The Creatrix inquired, stepping backwards with swift grace - yet her adagio motion contrasted with her agility, and conveyed a sense of everlasting serenity. The tyrannical touch of time did not dictate the rhythm of the red goddess, as the tempo that she had chosen to set was shifting at her leisure.

“Golems, Ice golems is what I granted them, protectors made of a special ice I created called Regice. A ice that nevers melts and can regenerate when damaged. I have sent them into the wilds to guard what settlements they can find. A small aid to the mortals of this world but, the inevitable of war.” Ravdur has not thought of war, suviving what the gods throw at the mortals was his main concern but, war. Ravdur took a deep breath, war is bound to happen or later.

“I have not thought of war to be honest, mainly the dangers of this world and true, war is bound to happen sooner or later. I have not prepared them for war. I am simply waiting for time to pass to see if these mortals need guidance or not. If they are strong then no need but if they are weak then I will nudge them in the right direction. Maybe if they are lacking I will prepare them for war for it is on them if they are ready for it. All I will do is to give them guidance if they need it.”

	[b][i]“Have you prepared yourself for war? Creating mortals to preserve mortals is redundant. What will you do when those amongst the pantheon seek to enact war? Would you be willing to clash with other deities?”[/i][/b]

“Are you expecting this war between the gods to happen soon?” Ravdur tone sounding annoyed. “In ways I have and I know how to fight. But to pick a side I must know what I am fighting for and who is on my side. I have only met two gods, you and the one called Myrtu. So I have little knowledge of who will be on my side if a war were to happen between the gods. Though I have heard the deeds of the other gods and I can guess their natures there. If war happens between the gods then I must know more information and I will not blindly go into the fray or blindly follow someone. I must know my possible allies and enemies and see where I will stand.” Ravdur looked at Anath Homura straight in the eye. “I will fight if I must and have you prepared for this war between the gods?”

	[b][i]“I will solely act as the Arbiter for such divine disputes - should my intervention truly become necessary, but perhaps peace will persist, and I will perish before I am ever called upon…”[/i][/b] She replied with the shadow of a smile forming upon her lips, and hiding her single eye behind a small raised hand. Fierce conviction and pessimism simmered together as her voice resonated throughout the interior of the citadel, the lingering manifestation of contradictory sentiments: Though she wished for peace, she still perceived war as unavoidable.

	She lowered her hand and began to walk in a circle around Ravdur, as she wore an expression of contemplation while murmuring. [b][i]“As a deity yourself, do you demand extensive worship? I wonder whether you would prefer gratitude and faith, praise, or fanaticism, or other rewards?”[/i][/b] Anath Homura mused aloud, her short yet nimble strides seemingly on the verge of dignified dance, as she occasionally swirled and slid similarly exuding elegance akin to those untethered by the weight of the world soaring and swimming with utmost freedom. Her movements remained simultaneously ethereal and ephemeral, as every motion was accompanied by the subtle song that originated from somewhere unseen within the immense chamber. There was a paradoxical combination of patience and agitation as she awaited an answer and continued her solo waltz. 

Ravdur took a moment to watch Anath Hormura and was confused. Why is she almost dancing around me? He thought as he tried to make sense of it and get a feel of her. Failing that, he chose to speak, “I demand only that those that seek to follow me, follow or honor my ways, act with honor, do not blindly follow me and I will not hold your hand. Only follow me if you wish it and for those worthy of it may be granted a boon. But for the most part rely on yourself to survive, not me though to those worthy I will help to guide them. Faith and thanks is fine and does that satisfy you Anath Hormura?” His tone starting to relax a bit.

	The red goddess came to a halt, and studied him with an enigmatic expression. [b][i]“Are you familiar with ceremonial rites and religious festivities? Holidays and votive offerings? Should those amongst the pantheon receive veneration? Do the Divine deserve cults? You speak of honor, and I wish to honor those that have answered my summons.”[/i][/b] She said after adopting a still stance, unfazed and unmoving like a stone statue, aside from the smooth sway of her hair similar to fiery silk trailing behind her. Her solitary eye glittered with an amused animated fascination, contrasting with her curious words uttered without emotion, as she surrounded herself with an aura of ambivalence.

Ravdur raised an eyebrow, “I am familiar to ceremonial rites and religious festivities somewhat. Not sure when was the last time I been or known one. The others and should we? I think that only if we are worthy of it that we should receive such veneration or cults.” He stopped talking to once again to try to get a sense of her and yet he can not. And it is starting to annoy him, but he is not showing it. 

“If you wish to honor me for coming then do it if you wish.”

	[b][i]“Do you have specific preferences? Would you be opposed or approving of iconography meant to depict you and your ideology? Are there particular symbols and traditions you would favor? I would have a temple and numerous shrines erected at least, but I would appreciate you providing me with information regarding how to properly honor you.”[/i][/b] Anath Homura asked, and she gestured towards the empty sections in the ambient architecture, evidently indicating her intentions of eventually filling them. It seemed she sought to transform the interior of the citadel into a grand temple devoted to revering the various deities that had come from afar to cultivate the nascent cosmos.  

Ravdur walked a bit closer to an empty section and took a minute to look at the empty sections. Then looking back at Anath Hormura, “I would be fine with being depicted by a icon and that icon.” He thought for a bit before speaking again, “One image comes to mind, three triangles interlocking with each other. That symbol would suit me and and for a statute, me holding two handed hammer and the three triangle symbol on my hammer.” Ravdur said with a smile, “yeah that would do it for me and is that enough?”

	[b][i]“It shall be enough. Hmm, perhaps I will merely improvise the remainder... then when the structures and systems are all complete, I shall summon you again - so that you may examine such and ascertain whether it will all suffice.”[/i][/b] She responded, and almost audible were the sounds of her internally calculating and evaluating within her mind what she would do in addition to that which he had explained as well. She moved to stand beside him once again, and then peered at him with her cryptic yet considerate gaze as she inquired. [b][i]“As I have invited you to my home and attained what I sought from you. Is there anything else you wish to discuss?”[/i][/b]

Ravdur thought for a moment as he looked around the area. “I do not think so, I think I have spent enough time here and I wish to venture back to the world. It is time I see how the mortals are doing, mainly the Eosin, the mortals I have created.” Ravdur had at this point stopped to figure Anath Hormura out, perhaps another time he thought. “To see their progress and hopefully they are thriving and if not well. To see if they are in needing of my guidance.” 

So looking back at Anath Hormura, Ravdur made a respectful bow to her, “goodbye Anath Hormura and may we meet again.” Was all he said before leaving through the opened portal and walking back into the world.    

[hider=Summary]
Anath Homura contemplates something while within the citadel, and then summons Ravdur to answer some questions about his intentions, conflict, and dogma. Afterwards, he returns to the world.
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No Might was expended.
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