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[h3][color=014760]𝐁 𝐀 𝐒 𝐈 𝐂  𝐈 𝐍 𝐅 𝐎  &  𝐀 𝐏 𝐏 𝐄 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐂 𝐄[/color][/h3][/indent][/indent][hr][indent][indent][center][h3][color=014760]Einod[/color] | DEITY | [url=https://youtu.be/c56t7upa8Bk]THE[/url][url=https://youtu.be/oN2Xs-MvxLw]ME[/url][/h3][/center]
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[quote][b]TRANSCENDENCE[/b][hr]The world is suffused with magic; the smooth beach sand slowly being washed away by the waves; the trees and flowers that rustle as the wind gently blows through them, carrying on its wings a promise of more to come; the various fauna that inhabit vast swathes of the world, slowly going on about their daily lives - most of them following their instincts to survive and thrive. 

The residual wonder of divine magnificence lays hidden within each and every thing in existence, desperately yearning to break free, if only for a chance to transcend normalcy and reach into the ever fleeting dream of its origin. Transcendence's core tenets follow this yearning, this urge that exists within all things to become different, better, more. It is the tool, as well as the agent of change that can facilitate the transformation of the mundane into the empyrean.

Of course, what is a sufficient enough alteration from the base form lays in the eye of the beholder - or the target of the change, and is not specifically bound to the physical realm. For example, a cruel man that has been humbled by a series of unfortunate events may decide to go on a pilgrimage to better himself. So, he travels the world with the intent of experiencing other cultures, seeing things from different points of view and expanding his scope on the world. 

Eventually, the man may decide that his previous outlook on the world was flawed, and thus decide to change himself to be a better person, turning into a paragon for good. On the other hand, his travels might reinforce his old views and turn him into a crueler person than before, becoming a tyrant. Additionally as a side effect, to travel the world requires a sturdy physique, and as such his body would have adapted to this newfound exertion. 

There are always positives and negatives to everything, yet the spirit of Transcendence does not follow a specific moral compass and is only really interested in results. Of course a king who is good to his people is is viewed as superior, but in the absence of that, an iron-hearted tyrant is better than a indecisive, non-committal and weak king that will only bring ruin to the dynasty and the kingdom.  
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Einod can come across as quite the reserved, introspected deity at first glance. Initially, his humanoid form was characterized by the, mostly, featureless face it adorned, and thus one would not be at fault to assume him having the emotional level of a rock. This, of course, is far from the truth, and his second appearance - the one he chose after landing on Galbar - more closely matched that of his personality. Einod actually relishes in a good conversation, no matter the subject, for he recognizes that the simple action of exchanging ideas and opinions, regardless of their content or correctness, is one of the first steps towards transcendence of the mind.

Much influenced by his Aspects, this deity is one filled with curiosity about the world and its inhabitants, their lives, thoughts and aspirations - should they be of the thinking variation. He is ready to offer advice to those in need of it and, generally, does not shy away from providing tangible assistance when required. However, he also knows that progress can only be done through one's own efforts and thus understands that too much divine interference can turn into a deadly poison, corroding the mind and leading to the languishing of the spirit - Stagnation. 

Ranking among the top three gravest sins according to Einod, stagnation in any form goes directly against his belief of continuous advancement, and thus he is particularly zealous about eradicating it, if not from existence then at least from his sight.
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"Ahaha, that's the stuff!" a man guffawed, foamy ale residue still lingering on his lips and beard, as he slammed the empty tankard on the table in front of him. Big, brawny and seemingly full of energy, he fit the "heart of the party" kind of title to a T. 

"You know Brynn, sometimes you have to learn to relax! All that worry and stress is. not. good. for. you!" He added, each word accompanied with a gentle push on the shoulder of his friend to press the point.

Brynn, however, slouched in his chair as he was, barely felt the touch of his friend. Matted black hair splayed across his knuckles as he rubbed his temples, the onset of a headache evident in his complexion. Relative to his friend, Brynn's build lent towards the lankier side, and as such the two men made for an odd pair at a glance.

"Ugh... I'm really not in the mood for your antics, Teyr..." The smaller man waved away his friend's hand and adjusted his position on the chair, leaning forward a bit more and grabbing his own drink. Teyr watched him wordlessly with a light smirk on his face as he took a couple of swigs of ale, only speaking after Brynn had finished.

"You know, I'm feeling hurt! I've known you for how many years now? Ten? Twenty? Never thought I'd have to find out these things on my own; I thought we friends told everything to each other!" Teyr exclaimed in fake outrage whilst gesturing at the barkeep for more ale.

"Actually, it's closing in on sixteen years now... you're the only person I've ever known that would forget their age, you know that?" Brynn said, the semi-questioning look on his face betraying his thoughts.

"Whatever, ten, sixteen, no difference between the two," Teyr disregarded his friends remarks. "What matters is that you kept this secret from me for so long; you know my sister's not married yet, right?"

Brynn let out a deep sigh and nodded. "Look, I don't know how you found out, but it's not that big of a-" A huge palm suddenly obscuring half his field of vision cut the man's words short. As he peaked around, Brynn saw Teyr say thanks to the barkeep for bringing over fresh drinks. The palm then descended, grabbed a new tankard and lifted it to its owners mouth as the other hand pushed the other mug towards Brynn.

"Drink," was the only word that left Teyr's mouth before he belted down a whole flagon of ale in the time it took Brynn to recollect his thoughts. Peering at his reflection on the rippling surface of the liquid in his hands, the black-haired man made to say something in retort, but was met with a dead-cold, silent gaze. "Just drink."

With a nervous gulp, Brynn took a few tentative swigs, more so to relieve the unnerving feeling that had slowly crept up his spine at the sudden mood shift of his friend, than to help with the incoming headache.

Seeing this, Teyr's mouth opened up in a wide grin once again, and with it, the mood returning back to the festive, relaxed one of just a few moments ago. "Aye, that's a good lad!" The big man said and a laugh, once again, bellowed out from deep within his lungs.

After a while of back and forth small talk, Brynn seemed to have relaxed a little. Now four mugs in, the man's cheeks were beginning to flush, but despite his unassuming looks, he seemed able to hold his alcohol quite well.

It was at this moment that Teyr grabbed his drink, stood up and walked over to Brynn's side of the table, plopping down on the chair next to his friend. The slightly buzzed man glanced up at Teyr, noticing the absent-minded look on his face as he lazily scanned the inn, gazing at its patrons. For a few moments, nothing but the slight hub-bub of the place could be heard, giving Brynn a strange calming feeling.

"Look at all these people," Teyr mused out-loud. "Each and every one of them has a life, loved ones, responsibilities, and most definitely problems." Teyr downed some of his ale, the cup concealing the sudden twitch of his eyelid, before continuing in the same, seemingly relaxed manner of speech. "Some choose to keep their problems bottled up inside, letting all that anguish control their lives and leading them to wither, both mentally and physically."

Then suddenly, he made a tight fist with his right hand and promptly brought it down on the hard, wooden slab of a table, the impact reverberating throughout the inn, startling the patrons, staff, and most importantly rousing Brynn from his semi-drunken state. 

After making a few apologies for the disturbance, Teyr turned his attention back to his friend. "While others wear their problems on their sleeves, bravely facing them, solving them and progressing in their lives."

"Y-yeah, I guess you're right," Brynn stuttered out between sips off of his cup.

"You know," Teyr continued. "I overheard something my parents were discussing about the other day... supposedly, that guy from South River has been sending gifts over to our house for some time now... ahh, what was his name now... H-hu-something..."

As if a cat had homed in on a new sound, Brynn snapped back up, his eyes locking on Teyr. "Hubar?" He practically spat out the name in question through clenched teeth.

"Ah yes, Hubar!" Teyr affirmed whilst sagely scratching his beard. "Apparently none of the girls over at South River want to marry into his family, no matter how many gifts he presents them, so he's expanded his search for a wife outside his hometown. So yeah, my parents were discussing inviting him over to our house in order to get to know him a little better. Quite the resourceful man, huh?" Teyr questioned as he glanced down towards his friend.

"Yeah. Very smart." Brynn said, and after a brief moment of silence, guzzled the remaining ale from his cup, threw a couple of coins on the table and stood up from his chair. "I forgot I had something important to do tonight, so I must bid you goodnight, Teyr." Brynn said in a hurried manner.

"Yeah yeah, see you soon," Teyr waved off his friend, a strange, ethereal glimmer flashing from deep within the man's eyes for a split moment. [i]"See you real soon..."[/i]
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