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The Monkey and the Dragon



TIME: Post-Alma | LOCATION: The Dragons Foot - Hours AC - Flying Southeast | INTERACTION: Anu - @LokiLeo789





This world...Galbar was an entirely new experience after his ascension. The world held more color more vibrancy as if being reborn finally revealed the true beauty of all around him. The wind whistled through his horns as Ikarus watched the world fly by beneath him Mana flowing aimlessly by him. Pausing a moment to hover in the air surveying the area to gain an understanding of this world. The ground below was layered with a thick pillow of gold that seemed to flow in all directions which seemed to be on par with his knowledge thus far. The amazement finally hit him that he was the one one, divine or otherwise, that knew about this amazing substance that permeates the world. The gods as numerous as they are were so spread out that it's almost impossible to reach them and thus if Mana was spread to more than just Galbar then the magics he could learn will be severely limited which saddened him greatly.

All of this meant nothing if he could not master the basic principles of this new world. Out of the corner of his eye Ikarus noticed a new occurrence that he did not expect to see, Mana of a different color. To this point the natural Mana around him appeared gold but this very faint and small strand was blue and it seemed to lead in a specific direction. With curiosity peaked Ikarus took off in the hopes to discover what this strange phenomenon was.

The peculiarity moved north through dense jungles, its movement far from lackadaisical and instead akin to a march or whatever one could get as close to in the heavy undergrowth. As he drew closer even fainter signatures appeared, three in number and in close proximity with the white. No shift. All seemed oblivious to his growing presence.

His eyes could not make them out through the canopy but their Mana was unmistakable. A white flowing Mana with one giving off an immense amount almost like Orvus was when we saw him. Keeping his distance Ikarus flew above the jungle following these signatures. He couldn't help but feel a connection to the largest of these instinctively knowing they were divine in nature, but if what he received from Orvus was to be any indication of divine interaction then its possible that whoever this is may not be as friendly as his father was.



Qiang Quan suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked around. A massive rustle in the trees a distance away had frightened a flock of birds into the air and the warrior stood squinting in the direction of their fearful song. “Your Majesty,” he went, “something is coming.”

”Indeed.” the ape breathed, chains rattling in what seemed to be preparation.

Almost as if on cue a thundering beat followed by a cacophonous blast of wind cleared the area of the light brush and such as the massive frame of an iridescent gold dragon stood before the group. Standing on its hind legs allowing its full mass to be seen its golden eyes peered across the group and seemed to study all present. A low guttural snarl escaped his lips as the he seemed to focus his attention on the great white ape and directed his full focus on him,

"You…you are a demigod are you not?"

”You could me that, I suppose. I am Anu, son of Shengshi and Narzhak, and should all go well, King of Galbar.” he tentatively gestured towards his entourage, his face an emotionless mask. ”And these would be my councilmen.”

The councillors, already well acquainted with the very presence of gods and demigods, quickly realised what sort of being had come into their view, so they all cast themselves to the ground without question. However, after a mere single kowtow, they were quick to their feet again, Qiang Quan in particular massaging the hilts of the baton-like sticks on his belt; Fu Lai’an sighed and discreetly patted a small bulge in her clothing on the side of her waist; Yong Cai tightened and untightened her fist around the hilt of her primitive stone hammer.

Golden eyes peered over the lot as the legacy was laid bare. Shengshi and Narzhak, the names brought forth images from Father's memory of the two beings. 'Another demigod. Perhaps his lineage knows of Mana…',

The thought dismissed itself as it entered his mind, for if Orvus did not know then certainly the rest of through pantheon wouldn't either. Still the possibility had to be explored as the mystery of Mana had to be explored to its fullest potential. At the announcement of Anu's intention to be the King of Galbar, a further eye needed to peer at his sibling. The white ape stood motionless as his councilmen appeared to be ready to fight should the need arise, a good trait to have indeed. His supreme control of self was impressive, however, as one would expect a dragon to fall from the sky and question to cause a situation for some reaction. Yet he remained.

'This one's interesting...perhaps I should explore what others could do with my power. A king would be the best person to wield it.'

"King of Galbar you say? To accomplish such a feat would require a vast quantity of power, and as it stands...your council seems…lacking. How do you intend to reach your dream with such weakness around you?"

”If you base strength on appearance alone then your judgment is in question.” the ape retorted, the slightest edge entering his voice.

“With all due respect, great spirit,” Qiang Quan went as he fastened tight grips around his batons, “while these ones may not possess neither the divine durability nor the unmatched power of His Majesty, strength of muscle and bone are but two categories on the infinite spectrum of power. This servant in particular is but a speck in comparison to both His Majesty and likely Your mighty self; however, it is doubtful that either of You two divine beings are acquainted with the martial arts of the Strong, or with the logistical questions around providing for a great kingdom or army.” The warrior stood proudly forth, even as his colleagues grew a little uneasy at his tone.

Curious eyes were cast upon the brave mortal that stepped forward. Ikarus' first experience with mortals was an enlightened one. A wisdom he did not expect, and hope that his experiment would not be wasted.

"Well said mortal. You are absolutely correct. But there is power beyond even the divine comprehension that has yet to be explored…"

Tapping into the Mana around him Ikarus willed some of the surrounding Mana he gathered an amount of it into his palm and twisted its structure and created a ball of flames. Allowing the group to bask in it's creation he continued,

"...and I can teach this power. This is Mana and with it your power can be tripled. Does this interest you?"

Anu was silent for a few moments, his countenance placidly apathetic. Finally we spoke, his words sounding almost controlled. ”You come, approach me unannounced, insult my judgment and the abilities of my council, and then tout this sophistry and claim it can triple my power?” the demigod said. Slowly he rolled his massive shoulders and started at the blue flame. ”Prove to me that this ‘Mana’ is worth my consideration lest I strike you down where you stand.”

Fu Lai’an shook her head and winced at the flames. She turned to Anu and bowed deeply, saying, “Your Majesty, with all due respect, this servant believes this spirit will demand something in return. Such uncouth interruptions and accusations connote nothing like the generosity expected of someone approaching a king such as Your royal self. Rarely is such power offered freely, and least of all by complete strangers.” She shook her head again. “No, this possesses not the aura of a tribute, this servant must say.”

For a moment the ape’s mask slipped, and he glanced at Fu Lai’an. Wordlessly, he seemed to communicate control over the situation and silence with one firm nod and regarded the dragon again, mask back on. ”Go on.”

The animosity felt from the great ape was palpable. Strength of will great enough to stand against unknown power, very befitting a king. 'Perhaps these people will be the perfect test subjects…' Without pausing to listen to the other mortal Ikarus turned himself into the Mana around him once again, this time creating a veil around the group and manipulating the perception of those around. To the others they were "transported" into a world similar to there own but everything around them became twisted and contorted; space folded in on itself creating a strange never-ending labyrinth of moving parts and pieces. Gazing upon the group now with shimmering blue eyes the dragon spoke with an odd distance in his voice as if he was beyond the group and their existence,

"Mana is a power of the mind, limited only to its wielder imagination. You were right mortal, physical power is not the only power to wield and Mana expands the minds power. What I desire is to grow this power and know its full measure, and have determined that you will be the first I teach this power to."

Dismissing the illusion the world returned to its natural state and the dragon once again regained his golden stare.

"This is the power that I offer. In return I ask only the ability to expand this power."

All the servant stood dumbstruck momentarily. The first to break out of the awesomeness-caused stun was Yong Cai who made an uncertain frown. “Great spirit, forgive this servant for asking, but is the scale of power drawn from the number of its users? Or is it to be spread primarily for the purpose of study, like one would leave batches of wine in different environments to see how they ferment?”

If Anu himself was at all impressed by the display he did not show it. ”Answer this.” he added.

The thought had never truly crossed Ikarus' mind. He had never thought to discover if Mana would be stronger with more wielders involved,

"It is a mixture of both. While it is certainly possible for more wielders to make an effect stronger there is still much to discover about it. So the more wielders that discover more uses the more diverse its power can become."

”So did you come baring this power freely or was that your price? Test subjects.”

"A bit of both…"

The dragon replied.

"...I am freely giving you the opportunity to use and learn this power for your own. For I can see a sense of nobility in your actions and intents, but I also need to see how Mana will change in the hands of another. In order for knowledge to grow I must first test what it can do in the hands of others. Is this something you can accept Brother Ape?"

Qiang Quan frowned. “Please, do forgive this insolent one for cutting in, but have You never tested it before, great spirit? How can we know if it will not poison or weaken His Majesty?” He turned to Anu and bowed. “His Majesty is strong, yet this feels rash and dangerous.”

”Your proposition lacks weight and my councilman’s skepticism is warranted, as well as my own.” Anu began, golden eyes narrowing into rivers of fire. ”Therefore I shall put it to rest now.” he gestured towards Qiang Quan. ”Cherished Qiang will serve as our first subject. Should I see significant results I will consider this offer. Should I see him harmed, then my earlier threat stands.” he finalized.

”Are you up to the task, Qiang Quan?”

The servant descended down on his knees, his torso upright. He covered his right fist with his left palm and bowed his head. “With all its heart, this servant will serve.”

The ape nodded towards the dragon expectantly. ”There you have it.”

Ikarus could not even reply when asked about the testing of his abilities. How would one explain that he was just created simply hours before the current interaction, the fact that he himself was still learning about not only the existence of Mana but of his own place within Galbar and even the pantheon at large. Silently and stoically he watched as Anu volunteered the one called Qiang Quan to be the first test subject of Mana experimentation. Just within this encounter Ikarus deducted that Anu was a creature that respected strength above everything else, so as logic dictated a sign of strength would be what he would require as proof. A simple enough feat. As Qiang approached the dragon he reached down and touched the loyal servant with a clawed finger, using a bit of his own Mana to unlock the mortal's ability to wield Mana for himself as well as grant him a blessing of strength. The blessing imbued the mortal with greater strength than previously imagined and all that was needed now was a target. Qiang Quan trembled as the power coursed through him like lightning. He fell to his knees, groaning and hissing with agony as his form and spirit were infused with magical might. He forced himself to endure, and as the change neared its end, he rose to his feet with ragged breath, his eyes aflame with determination.

"Mortal Qiang, I have allowed you to see and manipulate Mana for yourself. Now give us a feat of your new found strength."

Qiang Quan blinked his eyes at the sights, particularly flickering between Anu and Ikarus as if their forms suddenly had changed before his very eyes. He eventually looked down at his hands. “I feel…” He tightened his fists around the hilt of his wooden batons and slowly extracted them from the ribbon about his waist. His eyes locked onto a long branch up above, a few metres away in aerial distance. His nostrils flared a few times before the warrior bent his knees and tossed himself into the air, much higher than any Servant had ever flown on their own. His feet seemed to shoot out blasts of wind, and as he gained height, he laid himself horizontal and spun with his arms outstretched, the mana in his veins seeping out and coagulating as blades of air along the length of his batons. A little beyond the branch, the warrior crashed into the ground, his landing barely saved by a frail and weakened roll. A loud rustle and a thud sounded behind him.

His blunt batons had cut through solid wood.

The warrior staggered to his feet and gave the group a pained, yet ecstatic smile. “M-my King… This… This servant flew!” He then collapsed forward into the forest floor. Yong Cai and Fu Lai’an both broke out of their shock of awe and hurried over to aid him.

Anu gave Qiang a nod of approval, his own surprise and elation masked by a sheen of satisfaction. ”I see. And the latent mana-capabilities of any god or mortal can be unlocked just like this?”

"To my knowledge the gods have no need of Mana as their power far surpasses anything we can comprehend, but mortals and others like ourselves yes. All I did was open Qiang's mind to Mana and gave a blessing of strength. The rest he did on his own. He created those blades from his Mana. This is the power that I offer. Anu you say it is your desire to become King of Galbar, allow me to grant you the power that I offer. Together we can make that dream a reality through our combined might."

”To say you haven’t convinced would be a lie, you offer me a resource I’d be foolish to reject, Dragon. I accept your offer.”

Internally Ikarus was overjoyed, he could now truly begin to unleash Mana onto Falbar as he was intended to. Qiang was simply given a taste of it and took to it naturally which meant that mortals were natural recipients of Mana.

"Very well my King...let use be off. We have much work to do."



Thought I'd try and throw this in again.




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The land flew by before him in a blur, all of it a simple streaks of green, and blue. He cared not for where he went, for his guilt was great and it clouded his mind with regret. The red haired girl was gone, and she would never return. She was dead, and he had killed her. He had tried to shove it aside, tried to bury it deep as deep as the Vault of Souls, but even that distraction was pointless in the end. It had done nothing but make him angrier. He needed to calm down, but his place of tranquility was but a cruel reminder of fate and so Orvus flew on, hoping to leave the part of him behind that cared.

It did not work.

And then suddenly, the flight was over as the god crashed into a mountain. The land shook in the explosion of rock and stone, as the air hissed. He found himself shooting out on the other side, but he did not care. For his physical pain clouded his mind of his emotional toil. More rocks and stone split as he began to slow down, carving a deep trench within the earth. Part of the mountain began to break into rock, spewing forth like a black lava as it tumbled down the mountain side. Orvus did not care however, his mind screamed with pain, blessed pain.

As the world around him returned to silence, a beating of wings filled the air. With it came dry and hot air and the sounds of something large. Several feet landed nearby with great thumps, then the sounds of sniffing followed. The steps grew closer, but Orvus did not move. Then at once, above the trench he was half buried in, a great eye loomed over. Reptilian, with curiosity. Etched with red, yellow and orange flakes, it was strangely alluring. It looked over him before moving away to reveal a great snout that sniffed, breathing him in. A tongue began to descend before it touched him, before instantly recoiling in pain. There was a scream as several wing beats of disgruntled fellows, followed by more screeching.

It was then that Orvus looked up his own body, and he saw what had caused the creature such pain. His ichor flowed from several gashes upon his chest and stomach. Even now they were beginning to heal, but something about another creature taking his ichor without permission irked him in the strangest way. In a flash, he erupted from the hole. The world before him revealed several of the dragons, their bodies screaming of Sartravius. Then he spotted the one who trampled with pain. He flew to it, and with a single strike, beheaded the creature before the others could even react. When the deed was done, their were several hisses followed by stares of malice. Orvus turned around, only to be struck down by a claw. The dragon managed to tear into an already opened wound, reversing the healing process as his white ichor stained the claw. Then he felt fire wash over him, several fires in fact, but Orvus stood regardless and with a grunt, he tore into the dragon that had clawed him. First he ripped off it’s wing, and as the creature buckled with pain, he tore out it’s tongue before slamming it’s head into the ground with a sickening crunch.

Having seen this, several began to flee but this only drove Orvus to further anger. He cursed as the brave ones descended upon him. But Orvus was intent on enacting punishment. So he willed it with a free hand.

And so it was.

Seven dragons fell to the ground in heaps of writhing flesh. The screamed in pain as their bodies blackened, as their claws and fangs grew sharper, as their alluring eyes fell to but pinpricks of scarlet. Their screams turned to rage, as one by one they stood up, turning gazes of malice in the direction of the other dragons. Then with flames of crimson, they began to fly at the other dragons. A chaotic battle ensued as most abandoned the god before them, turning on their kin. Where fire met fire, the world exploded in the heat of destruction. Only one dragon was defiant enough to face Orvus, a bright red thing with golden eyes. It snapped at him time and time again, like a savage who hungered for blood. It drove Orvus mad, and with a single blow he would have made it’s head into mincemeat, but he paused, a dark thought coming to mind. He then hit it, but with less power, knocking the creature out cold, it’s defiance would cost it dearly.

Then Orvus turned to the dance of dragons above him, and saw how the Desolate Ones, held the upper hand as they tore their cousins limb from limb. But Orvus was not yet done, and he turned his attention to the ones he had slain himself. Their bodies would suffice, they who had sought ichor. He walked over the one who’s head he had shattered and began to tear apart the scales, skin and flesh. Stripping them in great lengths as he coated himself in crimson. When the dragon laid flayed and desecrated, he went to other and began to repeat the process as the last of the red dragons died in the sky. When it was done, he willed the stripped flesh to take shape.

From the flesh of the old, came something new. Snakes took form, in various sizes but all of which looked the same. Their scales were black, with red streaks in a vertical pattern across the length of the body. Their heads were arrow shaped and wide, full of pointy little teeth with four longer ones in the middle. One pair on the upper jaw, the other on the lower. Long barbed tongues flickered with life as dragon-like eyes gazes up at him.

”You are the Dust Eaters. Go.” and he pointed down the mountain the green jungle beyond. Then he found himself in silence, and he turned around to see the Desolate dragons split into pairs, flying off in different directions. All that remained were corpses, and the one who defied him.

He walked over to the unconscious dragon, taking from his almost healed wound a great amount of ichor, and with his free hand he opened the mouth of the dragon and poured his divinity into it. He wanted to watch it suffer, to know pain like he knew it. He wanted it to know just how meaningless it was compared to him. And as he watched it come alive, Orvus realized what he had done, far too late. His anger was quenched as he realized he had overreacted, letting his anger over Silver cloud his judgment. But now, it was far too late to let the dragon go. No, it was time for mercy. He raised his hand to strike the beast, but before he could deliver the fateful blow, the dragon began to change.




The pain was immense as the dragon writhed against the stone which it lay. The creature felt its body twist and change; the scales that once burned a brilliant red slowly changed to an iridescent gold, his snout slowly retracted into its skull and its wings tore and stretched itself to adjust for the being it was becoming. As it once again slammed into the stone, its mind exploded with conscious thought. So much knowledge and information being poured into its mind was overwhelming and it almost drove him to the brink of insanity, until he saw it. As he looked around and saw the flow of some golden substance, he knew that instinctively that it was Mana.

As he turned his attention further he realized that the golden "Mana" was being engulfed by another. It was a torrent of crimson energy which ebbed and flowed like water always agitated, always moving. The being at the center of this mass bore a strange expression that the dragon could not seem to fathom, sadness and despair. As he rose to meet this individual he couldn't help but think that there was something about him that not moments ago drove him to stare at him and give that expression but he couldn't put a talon on it.

As he went to speak he realized that he didn't know anything about himself; his name, his past or who this individual was. And suddenly, as if struck by some divine inspiration a name came to his mind and all he could muster was,

"I am Ikarus...who are you?"

The being before him stood still for a moment, as if a great weight held him down. The silence, overwhelming between the two. Then he at last, he blinked and said, ”I am Orvus.” he said impassively as his glowing eyes stared holes into Ikarus.

"Or...vus. Did you, create me?"

The words stumbled out his mouth as the idea seemed ridiculous to him. Ikarus had memories of his life before this moment, but they seemed so distant and hazy in his mind. His eyes glanced over the area where they stood and witnessed the carnage from some great battle. Almost instantly an uneasy feeling washed over Ikarus as his gazed met with the glowing void that was his creator,

"Was...there a battle here? And where are the others? I remember my brood nested here...where are they?"

The feeling magnified as they stood facing each other, Ikarus unable to tear his gaze away for concern of his life.

The being before him said nothing after his first question. He simply stood still and his gaze was unwavering. After the second question, the God shifted his gaze, looking around at the corpses.

"They are dead or changed, now gone never to return." he said coldly.

The words hung heavy in the air. His heart, while saddened by the news couldn't feel true despair or sorrow. That life had left and Ikarus was born. A fleeting ember of gold passed by his eye as Ikarus began to wonder more about this person,

"So if you created me then that makes you my father...for all intents and purposes. Does that make you a god?"

The question felt silly to ask but the obvious had to stated to move past and start anew. Looking towards the hole in the mountain he stared out upon the vast landscapes and saw the flowing rivers of gold coming from every direction.

"So if your a god, what do you know about all of this?"

The god followed Ikarus’ gaze and said, ”I am a god and you are of me, my son. This place is Galbar, before you is the life the other Gods have thought fit to create.” the words came, oblivious to the true nature of what was asked.

'Galbar…'

This place made sense now. A vast creation of a pantheon vast beyond his understanding. As the gold swirled about the only thing that came mind was,

"Mana...this is mana."

He didn't quite understand it yet but this swirling energy was a source of great power and it's mysteries needed to be unlocked, harnessed somehow he just wasn't sure how. Turning back to Orvus he eyed his "Father" and really took him into perspective. A deity of shadows the weight of the world sat heavily on him as even now the glowing sockets seemed heavy with sadness. The carnage around him showed just how powerful a god was as his brood were no small feat to kill. His Mana was unlike any other that he saw as the torrent of scarlet overpowered everything else around it.

"Father what do you know of Mana? Since you created me that word has been pervading my mind and I have to know what it is. Surely the gods know what it is."

”Mana?” Orvus said, for once sounding confused. ”What are you talking about? What is it that you see?” he inquired to Ikarus.

"Everything. As far as the eye can see nothing but a sea of gold flowing like water…"

Ikarus slowly turned to face his Father and the overwhelming presence that he wielded.

"...except for you. Your Mana is flooding this place with what seems like a never ending storm of scarlet. If you don't know would there be another god who would? Surely one of the divine has heard of Mana."

He turned back to the scenery around him. If the gods haven't heard of this does that mean he was the only one who knew or even see it? Then what did that make him. He had to find out.

"I must discover why I can see this force and what purpose it serves."

Orvus squinted as if trying to see what Ikarus beheld. After a moment, he began to shake his head. ”I have never heard of this mana, before.” he paused in thought, ”But this world is mysterious, and beyond even what even God’s know, save the Architect himself.” he then walked forward, closer to Ikarus and outstretched his hand.

”Show me.” he stated.

Unsure of what to do at that moment Ikarus grabbed hold of the hand and felt a shift in power. In that moment the two linked and shared in vision what was now Ikarus' normality. Out towards the landscape a gentle sea of gold flowed through the world unmoved by wind or nature but simply flowed as if driven by some purpose known only to it and it's creator. In a moment of curiosity Ikarus held out his other hand and thought about fire. A simple ball of flame. Almost instantly a ball of searing fire erupted in his hand and was quickly dismissed by a startled shaking of the hand. Now in awe and amazement Ikarus knew the purpose which Mana served.

"Father!, did you see that! I was able to conjure fire! This must be the purpose of Mana, to fuel such power!"

Orvus blinked, his eyes taking on a golden hue as he view the world of mana. Whether or not he was surprised by a such a thing, he did not show, but looked around nonetheless as if studying it. He raised a hand, looking to his own scarlet color, then blinked again and let go of Ikarus. The god cocked his head at Ikarus and said, ”Yes… Power and potential, my child. This is most interesting to witness. This mana even escaped my view, but now, I see. It seems the Architect did not tell us everything.” he paused then said, ”Go on, do something else. Let us see what this mana is capable of.”

At the nudging of Orvus Ikarus turned his gaze back towards the mountain and closed his eyes to focus his energy on it. He could feel the stubbornness of its mana and the natural resistance to change. "Grabbing" the Mana from afar Ikarus felt the rumble from the earth as the mountain began shaking and finally with a burst of overwhelming willpower his eyes burst open radiating a brilliant gold and rendered the peak of the mountain from its base. As he watched the peak fall to the ground below karus' body gave out and he fell to the floor completely drained from his exertion.

The God watched, his face blank as the peak of the mountain fell with thunderous noise. He turned to Ikarus and floated to stand in front of him once he saw the demigod upon the ground. He made no move to help him but said, "Impressive, Ikarus. Mana has much potential and you will be the one to unlock its secrets. This I know." Then Orvus reached out and pulled Ikarus up by the forearm. As he did so, he imbued him with everything he knew of the gods, their names and spheres, the mortals that he had seen and then finally his sisters, Arya and Laurien. He showed Ikarus their faces but nothing more.

"If you ever meet Arya and Laurien, teach them and they will teach you." he said.

With this sudden imbuement of knowledge Ikarus knew his mission. He had to understand this force and master this power that had been granted him. The knowledge of his sisters brought an interesting idea to learn from those who had come before him. Turning to Orvus he said,

"I will...Father. The next time we meet I will have mastered Mana and will teach you. Until then."

Ikarus unfurled his wings and with a mighty beat he took off into the horizon in search of Mana, not knowing when he would see his Father again. The god gave a simple nod, then looked around at the carnage, bowing his head.







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Sorry for the long delay its been a strange week or so. I posted a short "getting me started" post but I promise the next one will be better. Also the pair that Ori bumps into is @TheLazarus

ORIRIL, FIRST SWORD OF THE WILT-LEAF






As the others quickly moved from the ship and walked ashore Oriril stayed back and watched as the humans conversed with one another. Had High Druid Valieon not made mention that the Monks requested a nobleman from Miracia he personally would have left humanity to itself. His cool gray eyes peered across the lot of the with mistrust as he made his way off the ship, the sound of masterwork elven greaves clunking against the deck. The day had been spectacular as nature tends to be and he couldn't help to stand in silent admiration of it. Until his eyes came to rest on the tower.

The craftsmanship could not be denied, of course, but here among nature it seemed so out of place. The marble looked TOO perfect...
too...Man-made. Just the thought of Old Aerion man creating such an presumptuous building reaffirmed in himself why humans couldn't be trusted. In a hurry get his assignment over with Ori quickly walked towards the entrance of the tower, bumping into a pair of men speaking with one another.
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@Muttonhawk updated sheet with new info



That would be fine I could make a demigod or something like that but i would love an invite
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