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LordMarwain said
Tarvin thought, while holding the hand of the god. He looked at the people walking on the pillars. Walking with such grace it almost made Tarvin feel jealous. Suddenly the god raised his hand.Shouldn’t the god say his name if he was going to introduce him.That other god was his father. Did that made this man a demigod or was this just some of the odd etiquettes among the gods. Honest and pure? No one had ever called a thief that before.The god finally spoke his name, but incorruptible? Sure he had refused a god, but he couldn't say he hadn't been tempted. This god seemed nice and listened to other beings, while the other had indeed sounded like a tyrant. Making a choice wasn't difficult for Tarvin. he spoke. He wondered if just saying that was enough.

The crowd cheered.
The winds laughed.
The air celebrated the coming of their first champion in a long, long time.

"We welcome you Tarvin."
"Soon you will represent us in the games."
"As the champion of Mawhiti!"

Each time the crowd spoke the words came from another mouth.

"You are free to come and go in this domain."
"And this freedom is your gift from us to you."

Āwhātama looked at Tarvin with an exited smile.
"I'll show you."
He placed his hands on Tarvin's shoulders.
"The power to go where you want is already inside of you. Tap into it. Learn to feel free and careless, and when you get it, grab a hold of that feeling, don't think..."

"AND JUMP!"
Āwhātama pushed Tarvin away, sending them both falling off the opposing sides of the pillar they where standing on.

As Tarvin fell there was a feeling. Like words without sound that echoed from his core.

I am Tarvin.
I am the thunder.
I am lightning.
I am free.
I am me.

The world around him faded to a spinning blur.
A whirling energy welled up from within and took over.

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Burzadurr said
Montis had expected as much from the gods, always coming up with some game, even the gods need their pass-time. He also thought about how he would need to find himself a hero, a champion that fit his standards. A man that is down to earth and man who seeks not much but to create something which he thinks grants beauty to the world, just like he himself does.As he spoke these words slightly lowering his voice he had entered the town.

"Very true"
"Very true indeed."
"Even if the mortals can't hear us..."
"They will see."
"Yes."

The two white crows took to the sky and circled their shrouded ward from above.

"We are your eyes."
"We see the sacrifices well underway."
"Our maker has chosen a human."
"The human came to our home."
"We can feel the presence of a new champion."
"Your dwarves will soon know the same joy."
"But have patience."
"Yes. Patience."

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Back!... I missed nothing?
weird...

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Wodgev said
Vizlin nearly kicked the door of his house out of it's hinges in anger as he stomped towards the stairs. On the second floor, he made his way to the balcony overlooking the great square filled with pyres."How dare you interfere in my town!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "For years you ignore our pleas for help, and you decide to show yourselves?"Vizlin ranted on for several minutes, not hearing the door of to the balcony behind him, not hearing the hesitant footsteps behind him, not hearing the gasps of the townsfolk below, and realising too late, that his time had come."I will not be a prisoner to your tyranny any longer." Leann whispered, "It's time that I stood up for me."With a push, Vizlin tumbled over the balcony, and into the flames of the large pyre below.Leann didn't look at what she had done, and did not see how Vizlin caught flame, but rolled out of the pyre itself. Screaming in agony and confusion, he ran away from the pyre, away from the square. A path formed wherever he ran, but no soul offered to help, whether in confusion, fear, or hate for the fallen mayor. On and on he ran, until he reach the cliffs, and seeing the ocean below, he jumped. On and on he fell, until his body broke on the rocks below.

The old priest sat on his high chair, two young men stood beside him.
"By the gods! Did you see that?" One exclaimed.
"Shouldn't we help him?" Asked the other, his voice betrayed doubt.
"It is too late for him, the man will meet his fate. He is in the hands of the gods now." The old priest said slowly.
"So this was a sacrifice right?"
"Yeah, I saw her push him into the fire."
"Pretty sure that's murder though."
"Oh I don't know. Human sacrifice is known to happen from time to time."
"Yes but those are slaves."
"Are you saying you value the life of a man you hate over that of an innocent man, just because he has a chain on his wrists?"
"No I... I don't know man. I bet it's above our jurisdiction anyways."
The two men argued until the priest cut in.
"True, it is a matter for the gods to decide her punishment or reward. Morality is a difficult thing, have faith."

The tree stood silent for a while, as they watched other people bring their sacrifices.
"So..." one of the young ones broke the silence. "If that does count as a sacrifice. Who would accept it?"
"Arcturius the god of war I assume." The other replied.
"War? Why?"
"Well.. killing people and stuff."
"You Idiot, that's not what war is about."
"What else is war about?"
"Fine, then what god or goddess would you think likes murdering people."
"Well he was a bit of a tyrant right?"
"Understatement."
"Yeah, so maybe he was oppressive and cruel to his wife as well. If she did this to achieve freedom.."
"She'd be bringing a sacrifice to Mawhiti!"
"Right!"
The priest sighed.
"A sacrifice requires the giver to compromise. You give up something dear to you, or future choices, a promise or a choice.
To bring a sacrifice means to willingly abandon something you would fight to keep."

The two looked at each other, not sure what the priest meant.
"So... what did she give up then?"
"Her husband, duh."
"So it's a sacrifice to the marriage breaker then!"
"Who?"
"Vryad!"
"Isn't he the god of bad luck? That looked like it was on purpose though."
"You really are an idiot."
"What?"
"Never mind, I'm getting another drink. You want some?"

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LordMarwain said
"Yes please," Tarvin whispered, realising he might just have peed in his pants.

A ghostly hand reached out and grabbed Tarvin's. He was pulled into the stormy walls of wind and rushed upwards.
He saw the earth beneath him spin and become vaguer and smaller.
The world around him blurred and the winds were all that he could percieve.
An exiting feeling filled Tarvin's every being. A feeling of energy, one of power, and one of freedom.

When time resumed the people that had crowded around him saw nothing in their midst.
To them it has seemed as if Tarvin had been struck by lightning, and nothing, not even a pile of ash remained.
"That's what happens when you disrespect the gods by offering stolen goods." One said sternly. The others nodded or looked away in fear.

Swirling colors of bright light disoriented Tarvin, he was still being dragged along by whoever pulled him trough, whatever it was he was going trough.
Suddenly he landed. With a thunderous shock nova he hit the hard ground standing. He felt the sparkling energy sink away into the ground.
As he collected himself he looked around. He was standing at the highest point: on a tall and slim mesa, a rocky pillar in the middle of a red desert. Everywhere he saw long ridges rocky spikes, some had large rocks balanced on them. The skies where a pure blue, and the vegetation dry and alien. The air was warm, dry, and constantly shifting.


But when he looked up he saw a crowd of people. They circled the pillar around him in a twisting pattern reaching far into the skies. They moved rapidly, yet somehow they seemed calm and reserved. As fast as their movements, they had a magical grace and peace to them. All looked down at him.
They looked human at first sight, but they were taller, slimmer. Their hair was bright white and their faces had an aerie and unnatural beauty to them.
All were dressed in extravagant clothing. Loose fitting and with many ribbons. The rich cloths were painted in bright colors and embroidered in gold and silver. Each wore a bell around their neck. He saw various noble metals shine trough the torrent of winds and faces that looked upon Tarvin with burning curiosity.

Then Tarvin noticed he was still holding someone's hand. Beside him stood a young man, white haired and slender like those that flew above them. He wore a white golden bell around his neck, and a white golden crown upon his head. The prince looked at Tarvin as if they knew each other.
Before Tarvin could ask what was going on the prince raised Tarvin's hand as he addressed the twister of creatures above.

"If it pleases the unfettered court, I would introduce to you!"

"It has been a long time since a champion has been chosen. What has this mortal done to deserve our recognition?"
A voice echoed from the crowd

"This man has brought a worthy sacrifice. This man is honest and pure. This man was offered the world and said no... To my father!"

The tempest stopped. Each and every creature was still and silent. Their shocked faces stared at Tarvin, looked him up and down in disbelief.
"This mortal denied the storm tyrant?"

"Brothers and sisters! Friends! I present to you. Tarvin the incorruptible!"

"We trust your judgments prince Āwhātama. If he has indeed resisted the lure of power, then he is worthy of our respect, and more."
"Speak up, Tarvin. To reject the son is to accept the father. You have Mawhiti in your heart and we will stand by you. Will you stand by us?"

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Burzadurr said
The wind strengthened, a thick shroud of mist had neared World's End. A slight rumbling sound and then a moment of silence... Gushing wind, big flapping and then the mist slowly started to clear up again. From the mist a tough looking man marched forward. Montis thought. Walking towards World's End. He had already projected his divine thought to the gods that were already present at the festival; He took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of burning pine and so much more only his divine nose could percieve, and quickened his pace, he was excited to see some people again after all these dwarves.

Two crows, both white as snow descended from the skies and landed on the shoulders of the god's disguise.
By their silver bells and by their presences he recognized them as unfettered.

"In the name of the god from above we welcome you, god from below."
One whispered in his ear.
"We have been appointed by the council to meet you, the shaper of minerals here, and answer any question."
The other one followed.
"We are Mahue and Matau. We will provide council when requested."
Their voices were respectful, yet not submissive. Something playful and rebellious shone trough their polite words.
"The coins are trophies. Tonight many new champions will take rise, they will be tested."
The left one sang.
"The heroes will seek out the other gods and challenge them. The gods will test their rival's champions"
The right one continued.
"Anyone able to beat a god in a game of his choosing will deserve one of these coins. As proof of skill, power or cunning."
It was clear by the sound of their voices that they were exited.
"If you wish to play with your peers then choose a fitting human among those that bring sacrifices, should they accept your grace..."
"You will have your protege, and you will grant them the abilities they need to challenge the gods!"
"It is spoken that the hero that collects the most trophies will receive a special prize"

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Hale walked.
He walked slowly, following a trail of army truck tires.
He wasn't tracking it, he simply walked since he had refused to get in said truck.
Motorized travel turned his stomach. That and he hated the loss of agency.
He wanted full control over where he was and how he was moving.
But most of all he was afraid of breaking the truck if he was on it.
So Hale walked.

In the distance he saw the lights of Kilo Point.
They seemed peaceful. Just by looking at it one would never expect this quaint little place was about to become the center point of the greatest war between mortals and monsters the modern world had seen. That is, unless you've read up on history. Then you knew this place had been the battlefield to a similar struggle once before. Or was it twice? Three times even? Hale struggled to remember. No, he was sure there was only one battle before this one, ten years ago... still...

Lights went out on one side of the city.
"The party started." Hale mused to no one in particular.
He picked up the pace. He wiped the rust of the heavy gun in his hands. This was gonna be fun.

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thewizardguy said
I love the soldier's perspective post, that was awesome. Mind if in my next post I show just what haoppened to Sten?

Go for it.
My idea was that he snaps at the end.
His mind can't process the horror so he goes mad, so he won't have to.

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There, a soldier's perspective of Gabriel's style.

I probably don't have to mention that the bell noise and all the other weird shit I described are in his head.
But I'm going to do it anyways.
The bell noise and all the other weird shit I described are in his head.