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Astarte, Kyre and Vestec

Vestec tilted his head at Kyre. "You seem out of the times my friend. It is not your duty. War isn't your domain alone. It falls under Chaos as well. I also have Violence under my power. Both war and combat fall under my domain." Vestec waved a hand to cut off any retort by Kyre. "You can counter with how war is also Order, because of the plans. That only proves my point. War isn't it's own domain. It is a pie of everything. Order from how orderly it can be. Chaos from the death and violence. Mind from strategy. Beauty from the stories of sorrow and vengeance. The list goes on." 

Vestec's colors flashed more and more red. "If you have a problem with that, we have two solutions. You can either make your own army to defeat all three of mine, or we can have the most fun since Logos and I nearly fought over the Codex."

In the time Vestec spoke, the only response was a tilt of Kyre's head when he, for some reason, waved his hand. Kinda strange, but it was Vestec. Kyre also noted how, judging by the god's deepening red, he was getting more and more agitated. "Not because of the plans, simply because it is. It is indeed a pie of everything, as you say, but it also stands on its own because of that unique quality. And since it is my domain, it is for me to oversee..." Kyre shook his head in disappointment, "If you think I am bothered by the fact that you have done it at all, you are mistaken."

He hovered back a bit, "I am offended that you did it without my knowledge, let alone my consent. So with that there is a third option, a promise, from you. Promise to keep your army contained and in check until Galbar is capable of fighting it." The first of Vestec's 'solutions' would, to Kyre, invite irrevocably pointless bloodshed and death, while the second would scar at least half of Galbar in the process, and that was if no other gods were involved. He honestly hoped Vestec would agree to his solution.

Vestec started giggling at the word 'offended'. It turned into gales of laughter at the mention of what the God of War was asking him to promise. He waved his hand one more time, as if to ward off any more words from Kyre.

In the Changing plains, Grot, Tulwar, and Bez all stiffened suddenly. Knowledge and command filled their minds. It was happening all around them as the same knowledge and commands flooded Vestec's army's mind. 

Grot stood, before speaking. His voice was like thunder, seeming to tear through the air. "We march!" A cheer went up from the gathered army. The thin voices of the Hain, the harsh voices of the Men,  the varied roughness of the Chosen Rovaick, the fair voices of the Fallen Angels, the varied, slightly glassy, ones of the Ashlings, the roars of the Herakati, the icy coolness of the Pronobii, the guttural roars of the Urtelem, the howling winds of the Storm Djinni even the Sculptors, they all cheered at the feeling of the leash being removed from their straining necks.

The army divided itself into four groups. Grot, the Chosen Rovaick, the Urtelem, and the men would march to the Valley of Peace. Well, Grot would. The rest would be carried. 

The Hain and the Fallen Angels would make their way towards Toun's fortress, slaughtering any village or settlement they came across. 

The Pronobii and the Ashlings would make their way north, hunting for the uncorrupted servants of the God of Death. 

The Storm Djinni would wander around and, as a group, beat down and consume other Djinni..

Vestec finally stopped laughing, looking at the War God. "Too late, Kyre. The die has been cast, the decision made for you. Three armies, three targets, and a sizeable amount of innocents. What will you do?"

"Why? I mean, I understand it's a nice turn of events, but could you possibly hold off on the genocide for a bit, Vestec? I'd like to get to know the sentients before they're all dead." Astarte shrugged. Gods were so intense sometimes.

"It's quite simple my dear. The Gods are all so...complacent. Their creations are untouched. Their sites safe. They haven't fought for them. Their creations haven't fought. Nothing should be too easy, this is something everyone should learn." Vestec replied, turning to Astarte. 

"Oh, that makes sense..." Astarte said quietly and brought a hand to her chin. For a moment, she furrowed her brow in thought but then grinned and perked up.

"I know! Why don't you set up some kind of game for the mortals to compete in? The winner earns your blessing and the losers die." Astarte actually jumped up from the boulder she sat on and sauntered up to the two Gods, a slight bounce in her step.

For a brief duration, she looked at Kyre for approval, then to Vestec.

Vestec looked in sudden interest at Astarte. "My, my. That [i]is[/] a fun idea. We'll have to wait after this war. No time for games while they're busy fighting for their lives. But afterwards, afterwards I'll find you and we'll create this little competition and it's rewards."

"Vestec!" Astarte exclaimed, exasperated. How could he be so set on starting a war when mortals were barely getting settled? If they killed each other to extinction in this war, then Astarte would never have fun with them again. "The only way I'll let you start this war is if you assure me you will leave survivors. No mass genocide that threatens species with extinction." Astarte crossed her arms.

"Also, I want one of your best fighters to run into battle naked and wielding a stone dagger. He shall scream 'I love Lakshmi' at the top of his lungs, too!" She giggled.

"Of course not. Genocide this early on is boring. Really, who do you think I am, an angry Reathos?" Vestec sniffed, insulted. How dare she assume that he was going to be so stupid as to make himself bored this early on. He paused for a moment, considering Astarte's final request.  Suddenly, he giggled and snapped his fingers.

"There! I did you one better. You have an order of naked screaming warriors who are screaming about Lakshmi!" 

Kyre paid no heed to Vestec's giggling, it was Vestec. He paid no heed to his laughter, it was Vestec. He paid no heed to the wave of his hand, for it was Vestec. But that, there, was the problem... It was Vestec.

He sensed a change in the direction of the plains, as though training had shifted to the drums of war being marched. It was when he sensed this change that Vestec stopped laughing and spoke, confirming what he already knew. A pause, the expression and aura of Kyre completely unreadable to any other god with the exception of Vulamera. And it was after this pause that Astarte spoke up to Vestec.

It was not unreasonable why Vestec did it, it made sense why. The problem was that it was just too soon. Then Astarte brought up an idea, that was quickly agreed to by Vestec. It would work better than a war, but he still wanted the war too happen... "I will be there as well." He was a God of War, he had to be a part of that. And then Astarte confronted him on the main concern, with an added demand that actually made Kyre, despite the direness of the situation, chuckle and gain a liking for her.

"And how are you going to prevent Genocide? I can only sense that your armies will kill and destroy everything around them on their path, and sentient life is not abundant enough from what I've seen...

"And did you really just create that order?" Another strange thing for him despite the situation, Kyre smirked.

"I am going to prevent nothing, Kyre. You and the other Gods who are so interested in this world and their creatures, will. I will not stop you from fighting against, and beating, these armies. However." Vestec raised a finger. "I will not allow you to simply destroy them. You must fight them."

Vestec giggled again. "Of course! Just as nothing should be too easy, nothing should be too serious!"

"So be it. I imagine we are not allowed to fight them ourselves?" Kyre would send out a message to all other gods on Galbar, exculding Vestec and Astarte, warning them of what Vestec had unleashed and asking for their help in stopping it, as well as expressing his guilt for being the one to push Vestec to the decision. This message was sent, in such a way as Vestec would not notice it had been done.

"It is true, you can't have too little of one, but neither can you have too much."

"Of course not. That'd be like sending my army against an ant. Extreme and useless. Of course, champions and Avatars are completely free game to send against them." Vestec leaned in conspiratorially. "Do you know what Reathos has been doing? He's been teaching his little Pronobii combat. He's been preparing them. For what, you might ask?" 

Vestec was gone and back again in an instant, a corrupted Pronobii in his hands. "Look into his mind. You'll find talk of a 'Great Purge'. These aren't a race like the Hain or the Rovaick, intent upon living with the world. They are the world's executioners. It's genociders. Perhaps you shouldn't stop the army to the north, brother. Perhaps you should let them be fell upon, unsuspecting, by my army. Perhaps the world would be better if they were set back a good while. Hmm?"

"Think on that, God of War..."

With that, Vestec disappeared. He had things to do.

"Uh," Astarte stared blankly at the spot where Vestec stood a mere moment ago. After a moment, she turned toward Kyre and shrugged, "You really have to show me what this combat of yours is, Kyre! The idea of fighting with my hands and not with my magic is really fun." She said with a grin and disappeared as well.

Kyre turned to the Pronobii, contemplating whether or not to do what he thought to. He needed to know, so he brought his hand to the being's head and dug into his mind. In it he saw their creation, and the 'Great Purge' that was prophesized to come, what they were taught upon their creation, and what they were made for. Kyre withdrew from its mind, leaving it paralyzed on the ground, he was not a god of the mind so he wasn't very gentle with his investigation. He put the Pronobii out of its misery with a quick cut.

"Vestec," He started a message to the god of chaos, "If you would ensure that the Pronobii are set back, and that your other armies are slowed in their advance, even if you have to give them other tasks, then I will see what I can do with the other gods to combat them."

And now, a message to Astarte, "If you would like, Astarte, you can join me when I teach these Hain combat, perhaps you could teach them your magic as well. Join me at Zephyrion's citadel if you wish, for that is where I hope to meet the others."

-Vestec freely claims he taught combat, and mentions that War isn't it's own domain. Many others use it.

-Kyre tries to make Vestec promise not to use his army yet. Vestec laughs in his face, and then splits his army into four ( Grot, the Chosen Rovaick, the Urtelem, and the men would march to the Valley of Peace. Well, Grot would. The rest would be carried. 

The Hain and the Fallen Angels would make their way towards Toun's fortress, slaughtering any village or settlement they came across. 

The Pronobii and the Ashlings would make their way north, hunting for the uncorrupted servants of the God of Death.

The Storm Djinni would wander around and, as a group, beat down and consume other Djinni.)

-Astarte offered an alternative, in the form of a tournament for combat. Vestec agreed, only after the armies were slain. Astarte agreed to let this happen, so long as a warrior would run naked into battle with a stone dagger screaming 'I love Lakshmi!'

-Vestec created the Order of Lakshmi. (-1 might)

-Kyre sent warning to all the Gods

-Vestec warned Kyre that he would get involved if any God tried to simply smite the armies rather than fight them.

-Leaving a corrupted Pronobii for Kyre to investigate, Vestec left.

-Astarte told Kyre that he should teach her some combat moves and left.

-Kyre probes the mind of the Pronobii, discover what the 'Great Purge' is, and deciding that he would do nothing for the army that will assail them.

-Invites Astarte to join him when he teaches the Hain, and asks if she would join him at the citadel.
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